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SCENE I.

The Dungeon of Mexico.
Odmar enters.
Odm.
They, yet, are scarce retired to rest, and Alibech
May still be brought, a virgin, to the arms
Of late despairing Odmar.—Ha! what's this
That checks my faltering steps—and tells my soul,
It is not right to loose these dogs of war
Again to slaughter, ravishment, and burnings?—
Why—let my favour'd brother look to that,
The darling, the adopted of mankind
For every blessing!—What's the world to Odmar,
But a dark inauspicious foe, alike
Detesting and detested?—Hence, compunction!
I will repay the wrong.

[Knocks.
Keeper.
I ask not who you are—You get no entrance.

Odm.
'Tis I, 'tis Odmar—on a hasty errand,
Express from Montezuma.—Here's his signet.

Keep.
Where, my good lord?—

[Opens the door.
Odm.
There, slave—
[Stabs him.
Credentials for eternity!