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Piz. Drag him before us. [Gomez leads in Orozembo.] Who art thou, stranger?

Oro. First tell me who is the captain of this band of robbers.

Piz. Audacious! This insolence has sealed thy doom. Die thou shalt, gray-headed ruffian. But first confess what thou knowest.

Oro. I know that which thou hast just assured me of, that I shall die.

Piz. Less audacity might have preserved thy life.

Oro. My life is as a withered tree, not worth preserving. Piz. Hear me, old man. Even now we march against the Peruvian army. We know there is a secret path that leads to your stronghold among the rocks. Guide us to that, and name thy reward. If wealth be thy wish

Oro. Ha, ha, ha!

Piz. Dost thou despise my offer?

Oro. Yes, thee and thy offer! Wealth! I have the wealth of two gallant sons. I have stored in heaven the riches which repay good actions here! and still my chiefest treasure do I wear about me.

Piz. What is that? Inform me.

Oro. I will, for thou canst never tear it from me. An unsullied conscience.

Piz. I believe there is no other Peruvian who dares speak as thou dost.

Oro. Would I could believe there is no other Spaniard who dares act as thou dost.

Gom. Obdurate Pagan! how numerous is your army?

Oro. Count the leaves of the forest.

Gom. Which is the weakest part of your camp ?

Oro. It is fortified on all sides by justice.

Gom. Where have you concealed your wives and children?

Oro. In the hearts of their husbands and fathers.

Piz. Knowest thou Alonzo ?

Oro. Know him! Alonzo!, Our nation's benefactor, the guardian angel of Peru !

Piz. By what has he merited that title?

Oro. By not resembling thee.

Piz. Who is this Rolla, joined with Alonzo in com mand?

Oro. I will answer that, for I love to speak the hero's

name.

Rolla, the kinsman of the king, is the idol of our army. In war a tiger, in peace a lamb. Cora was once betrothed to him, but finding she preferred Alonzo, he resigned his claim for Cora's happiness.

Piz. Romantic savage! I shall meet this Rolla soon.

Oro. Thou hadst better not! the terrors of his noble eye would strike thee dead.

Gom. Silence, or tremble!

Oro. Beardless robber! I never yet have learned to tremble before man-Why before thee, thou less than man!

Gom. Another word, audacious heathen, and I strike! Oro. Strike, Christian! then boast among thy fellows, "I too, have murdered a Peruvian."

Second Scene. Sentinel, Rolla, and Alonzo.-KOTZEBUE. [Enter Rolla disguised as a monk.]

Rolla. Inform me, friend, is Alonzo, the Peruvian, confined m this dungeon?

Sent. He is.

Rolla. I must speak with him.

Sent. You must not.

Rolla. He is my friend.

Sent. Not if he were your

brother.

Rolla. What is to be his fate?

Sent. He dies at sunrise.

Rolla. Ha! then I am come in time-
Sent. Just to witness his death.
Rolla. [Advancing towards the door.]
speak with him.

Sent. [Pushing him back with his gun.] is impossible.

Soldier-I must

Back! back! it

Rolla. I do entreat you but for one moment.

Sent. You entreat in vain-my orders are most strict. Rolla. Look on this wedge of massy gold! Look on these In thy land they will be wealth for thee and thine, beyond thy hope or wish. Take them, they are thine, let me but pass one moment with Alonzo.

precious gems.

Sent. Away! Wouldst thou corrupt me? Me, an old Cas lian!- -I know my duty better.

Rolla. Soldier! hast thou a wife?

Sent. I have.

Rolla. Hast thou children?

Sent. Four, honest, lovely boys.

Rolla. Where didst thou leave them?

Sent. In my native village, in the very cot where I was born.

Rolla. Dost thou love thy wife and children?

Sent. Do I love them! God knows my heart,-I do. Rolla. Soldier! Imagine thou wert doomed to die a cruel death in a strange land-What would be thy last request? Sent. That some of my comrades should carry my dying blessing to my wife and children.

Rolla. What if that comrade was at thy prison door, and should there be told, thy fellow soldier dies at sunrise, yet thou shalt not for a moment see him, nor shalt thou bear his dying blessing to his poor children, or his wretched wife— what wouldst thou think of him who thus could drive thy comrade from the door?

Sent. How?

Rolla. Alonzo has a wife and child; and I am come but to receive for her, and for her poor babe, the last blessing of my friend.

Sent. Go in. [Exit Sentinel.]

Rolla. [Calls.] Alonzo! Alonzo !

[Enter Alonzo, speaking as he comes in.]

Alon. How! is my hour elapsed? Well, I am ready.

Rolla. Alonzo,

-know me!

Alon. Rolla! O Rolla! how didst thou pass the guard?

This

Rolla. There is not a moment to be lost in words. disguise I tore from the dead body of a friar, as I passed our field of battle. It has gained me entrance to thy dungeon; now take it thou, and fly.

me.

Alon. And Rolla

Rolla. Will remain here in thy place.

Alon. And die for me! No! Rather eternal tortures rach

Rolla. I shall not die, Alonzo. It is thy life Pizarro seeks, not Rolla's; and thy arm may soon deliver me from prison. Or, should it be otherwise, I am as a blighted tree in the desert; nothing lives beneath my shelter. Thou art a husband and a father; the being of a lovely wife and helpless infant depend upon thy life. Go! go! Alonzo, not to save thyself, but Cora, and thy child.

Alon. Urge me not thus, my friend-I am prepared to die in peace.

Rolla. To die in peace! devoting her you have sworn to live for, to madness, misery, and death!

Alon. Merciful heavens!

Rolla. If thou art yet irresolute, Alonzo-now mark me well. Thou knowest that Rolla never pledged his word and shrunk from its fulfillment. Know then, if thou art proudly obstinate, thou shalt have the desperate triumph of seeing Rolla perish by thy side.

Alon. O Rolla! you distract me! Wear you the robe, and though dreadful the necessity, we will strike down the guard, and force our passage.

Rolla. What, the soldier on duty here?

Alon. Yes, else seeing two, the alarm will be instant death.

Rolla. For my nation's safety, I would not harm him. That soldier, mark me, is a man! All are not men that wear the human form. He refused my prayers, refused my gold, denying to admit-till his own feelings bribed him. I will not risk a hair of that man's head, to save my heart-strings from consuming fire. But haste! A moment's further pause and all is lost.

Alon. Rolla, I fear thy friendship drives me from honor and from right.

Rolla. Did Rolla ever counsel dishonor to his friend? [Throwing the friar's garment over his shoulders.] There, conceal thy face-Now God be with thee.

EXERCISE 124.

God.-Translated from a Russian Ode by DERZHANIR. 1 O Thou Eternal One! whose presence bright, All space doth occupy,-all motion guide; Unchanged through time's all devastating flight, Thou only God! There is no God beside. Being above all beings! Mighty One! Whom none can comprehend, and none explore, Who fill'st existence with thyself alone; Embracing all-supporting-ruling o'er-Being whom we call God-and know no more!

2 A million torches lighted by thy hand,
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss;
They own thy power, accomplish thy command,
All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss:
What shall we call them? Piles of crystal light?
A glorious company of golden streams?
Lamps of celestial ether, burning bright?
Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams?
But thou to these art as the noon to night.

8 Yes! as a drop of water in the sca,
All this magnificence is lost in thee:-

What are ten thousand worlds compared to Thee?
And what am I, then? Heaven's unnumber'd host,
Though multiplied by myriads, and array'd
In all the glory of sublimest thought,

Is but an atom in the balance weigh'd
Against thy greatness-is a cipher brought
Against infinity! what am I then? Nought!

4 Nought?-But the effluence of thy light divine,
Pervading worlds, hath reach'd my bosom too;
Yes, in my spirit doth thy Spirit shine,
As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew.
Nought?-But I live, and on hope's pinions fly
Eager towards thy presence; for in thee
I live, and breathe, and dwell; aspiring high,
Even to the throne of thy Divinity.

I am, O God, and surely thou must be!

5 Thou art! directing, guiding, all. Thou art!
Direct my understanding then to thee;
Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart;
Though but an atom 'midst immensity,
Still I am something fashion'd by thy hand!
I hold a middle rank, 'twixt heaven and earth,
On the last verge of being stand,

Close to the realm where angels have their birth,
Just on the boundary of the spirit land!

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