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SCENE VIII.

Odmar and Guyomar, from different sides.
Guyomar and his few followers bleeding.
Odm.
Where hast thou been, young dastard?—In a day
Of such wide triumph, wherefore has my eye
In vain sought Guyomar, amid our host
Of conquering Mexicans?

Guy.
Forbear, my brother,
Forbear to load a man already burden'd,
With heavier imputation.—We confess
Our powers inferior to these men, or dæmons,
With whom we dared the contest.—These wounds shew
The few that, of my generous friends, yet live,
Were not quite idle.—Say, where is the King,
Where is our father, Odmar?

Odm.
Flush'd with conquest,
He drives the routed host of the Traxallans
Over the plains of Mexico.

Guy.
Traxallans!
Why spend his bootless fury on Traxallans?
Our braver women were enough to quell
Two armies of Traxallans.