University of Virginia Library

ACT V.

SCENE I.

The Chamber Royal, an Indian Hamock discover'd in it.
Enter Odmar with Souldiers, Guyomar, Alibech, bound.
Odm.
Fate is more just then you to my desert,
And in this Act you blame, Heaven takes my part.

Guy.
Can there be Gods, and no Revenge provide?

Odm.
The gods are ever of the Conquering side:
She's now my Queen, the Spaniards have agreed
I to my Fathers Empire shall succeed.

Alib.
How much I Crowns contemn I let thee see,
Chusing the younger and refusing thee.

Guy.
Were she Ambitious, she'd disdain to own
The Pageant Pomp of such a Servile Throne:
A Throne which thou by Parricide do'st gain,
And by most base submission must retain.

Alib.
I Lov'd thee not before, but, Odmar, know
That now I hate thee and despise thee too.

Odm.
With too much Violence you Crimes pursue,
Which if I Acted 'twas for Love of you:
This, if it teach not Love, may teach you Fear:
I brought not Sin so far, to stop it here.
Death in a Lovers Mouth, would sound but ill:
But know, I either must enjoy, or Kill.

Alib.
Bestow, base Man, thy idle Threats elsewhere:
My Mothers Daughter knows not how to Fear.
Since, Guyomar, I must not be thy Bride,
Death shall enjoy what is to thee deny'd.

Odm.
Then take thy wish.—

Guy.
Hold, Odmar, hold:—
My right in Alibech I will resign;
Rather then see her Dye, I'le see her thine.

Alib.
In vain thou would'st resign, for I will be,
Even when thou leav'st me, Constant still to thee:
That shall not save my Life: wilt thou appear
Fearful for her who for her self wants Fear?

Odm.
Her Love to him shows me a surer way:
I by her Love, her Vertue must betray:
[Aside.
Since, Alibech, you are so true a Wife;
[To her.
'Tis in your power to save your Husbands Life:
The gods, by me, your Love and Vertue try:
For both will suffer if you let him Dye.

Alib.
I never can believe you will proceed
To such a Black and Execrable Deed.

Odm.
I only threatn'd you; but could not prove
So much a Fool to Murder what I Love:
But in his Death, I some advantage see:
Worse then it is I'm sure it cannot be.
If you consent, you with that gentle Breath
Preserve his Life: I'le not behold his Death.

[Holds his Sword to his breast.
Alib.
What shall I do!

Guy.
—What are your thoughts at strife
About a ransom to preserve my Life?
Though to save yours I did my Interest give,
Think not when you were his I meant to Live.

Alib.
O let him be preserv'd by any way:
But name not the foul price that I must pay.

[To Odmar.
Odm.
You would and would not, I'le no longer stay.

[Offers again to Kill him.
Alib.
I yield, I yield, but yet e're I am ill,
An innocent desire I would fulfil:
With Guyomar I one Chast Kiss would leave,
The first and last he ever can receive.

Odm.
Have what you ask: that Minute you agree
To my desires, your Husband shall be free.

[They unbind her, she goes to her Husband.
Guy.
No, Alibech, we never must embrace:
He turns from her.
Your guilty kindness why do you mis-place?
'Tis meant to him, he is your private Choice:
I was made yours but by the publick Voice.
And now you leave me with a poor pretence,
That your ill Act is for my life's defence.

Alib.
Since there remains no other means to try,
Think I am false; I cannot see you dye.

Guy.
To give for me both Life and Honour too
Is more, perhaps, then I could give for you.
You have done much to cure my Jealousie,
But cannot perfect it unless both Dye:
For since both cannot Live, who stays behind
Must think the other fearful, or unkind.

Alib.
I never could propose that Death you chuse;
But am like you, too jealous to refuse.
[Embracing him.
Together dying, we together show
That both did pay that Faith that both did owe.

Odm.
It then remains I act my own design:
Have you your wills, but I will first have mine.
Assist me Souldiers.—

[They go to bind her, she cries out. Enter Vasquez, two Spaniards.
Vasq.
Hold, Odmar, hold, I come in happy time
To hinder my Misfortune, and your Crime.

Odm.
You ill return the kindness I have shown.

Vasq.
Indian, I say desist.

Odm.
—Spaniard, be gone.

Vasq.
This Lady I did for my self design:
Dare you attempt her Honour who is mine?

Odm.
Your'e much mistaken; this is she whom I
Did with my Father's loss, and Countries buy:
She whom your promise did to me convey,
When all things else were made your common prey.

Vasq.
That promise made excepted one for me;
One whom I still reserv'd, and this is she.

Odm.
This is not she, you cannot be so base.

Vasq.
I Love too deeply to mistake the Face:
The Vanquish'd must receive the Victors Laws.

Odm.
If I am Vanquish'd I my self am Cause.

Vasq.
Then thank your self for what you undergo.

Odm.
Thus Lawless Might does Justice overthrow.

Vasq.
Traytors, like you, should never Justice name.

Odm.
You owe your Triumphs to that Traytors shame.
But to your General I'le my right refer.

Vasq.
He never will protect a Ravisher:
His Generous Heart will soon decide our strife;
He to your Brother will restore his Wife.
It rests we two our claim in Combat try,
And that with this fair prize, the Victor slye.

Odm.
Make haste,
I cannot suffer to be long perplext:
Conquest is my first wish, and Death my next.

[They Fight, the Spaniards and Indians Fight.
Alib.
The gods the Wicked by themselves o'rethrow:
All Fight against us now and for us too!

[Unbinds her Husband.
[The two Spaniards and three Indians kill each other, Vasquez kills Odmar, Guyomar runs to his Brothers Sword.
Vasq.
Now you are mine; my greatest Foe is slain.

[To Alibech.
Guy.
A greater still to Vanquish does remain.

Vasq.
Another yet!
The Wounds I make but sow new Enemies:
Which from their Blood, like Earth-born-brethren rise.

Guy.
Spaniard take breath: some respit I'le afford,
My Cause is more advantage then your Sword.

Vasq.
Thou art so brave—could it with Honour be,
I'd seek thy Friendship, more then Victory.

Guy.
Friendship with him whose hand did Odmar kill!
Base as he was, he was my Brother still:
And since his Blood has wash'd away his guilt,
Nature asks thine for that which thou hast spilt.

[They Fight a little and breath, Alibech takes up a Sword and comes on.
Alib.
My weakness may help something in the strife.

Guy.
Kill not my Honour to preserve my Life:
[Staying her.
Rather then by thy aid I'le Conquest gain,
Without defence I poorly will be slain.

[She goes back, they Fight again, Vasquez falls.
Guy.
Now, Spaniard, beg thy Life and thou shalt live.

Vasq.
I scorn to ask thee what thou canst not give:
My breath goes out, and I am now no more;
Yet her I Lov'd, in Death I will adore.

[Dyes.
Guy.
Come, Alibech, let us from hence remove:
This is a night of Horror, not of Love.
From every part I hear a dreadful noyse:
The Vanquish'd Crying and the Victor's Joys.
I'le to my Father's aid and Countries flye;
And succour both, or in their Ruine Dye.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A Prison.
Montezuma, Indian High Priest bound, Pizarro, Spaniards with Swords drawn, a Christian Priest.
Piz.
Thou hast not yet discover'd all thy store.

Mont.
I neither can nor will discover more:
The gods will Punish you, if they be Just;
The gods will Plague your Sacrilegious Lust.

Chr. Priest.
Mark how this impious Heathen justifies
His own false gods, and our true God denies:
How wickedly he has refus'd his wealth,
And hid his Gold, from Christian hands, by stealth:
Down with him, Kill him, merit Heaven thereby.

Ind. High Pr.
Can Heaven be Author of such Cruelty?

Piz.
Since neither threats nor kindness will prevail,
We must by other means your minds assail;
Fasten the Engines; stretch 'um at their length,
And pull the streightned Cords with all your strength.

[They fasten them to the rack, and then pull them.
Mont.
The gods, who made me once a King, shall know
I still am worthy to continue so:
Though now the subject of your Tyranny,
I'le Plague you worse then you can punish me.
Know I have Gold, which you shall never find,
No Pains, no Tortures shall unlock my Mind.

Chr. Pr.
Pull harder yet; he does not feel the rack.

Mont.
Pull till my Veins break, and my Sinews crack.

Ind. High Pr.
When will you end your Barb'rous Cruelty?
I beg not to escape, I beg to Dye.

Mont.
Shame on thy Priest-hood that such pray'rs can bring:
Is it not brave to suffer with thy King?
When Monarchs suffer, gods themselves bear part;
Then well may'st thou, who but my Vassal art:
I charge thee dare not groan, nor shew one sign,
Thou at thy Torments doest the least repine.

Ind. High P.
You took an Oath when you receiv'd your Crown,
The Heavens should pour their usual Blessings down;
The Sun should shine, the Earth it's fruits produce,
And nought be wanting to your Subjects use:
Yet we with Famine were opprest, and now
Must to the yoke of Cruel Masters bow.

Mont.
If those above, who made the World, could be
Forgetful of it, why then blam'st thou me?

Chr. Pr.
Those Pains, O Prince, thou sufferest now are light
Compar'd to those, which when thy Soul takes flight,
Immortal, endless, thou must then endure:
Which Death begins, and Time can never cure.

Mont.
Thou art deceiv'd: for whensoe're I Dye,
The Sun my Father bears my Soul on high:
He lets me down a Beam, and mounted there,
He draws it back, and pulls me through the Air:
I in the Eastern parts, and rising Sky,
You in Heaven's downfal, and the West must lye.

Chr. Pr.
Fond man, by Heathen Ignorance misled,
Thy Soul destroying when thy Body's Dead:
Change yet thy Faith, and buy Eternal rest.

Ind. High Pr.
Dye in your own: for our Belief is best.

Mont.
In seeking happiness you both agree,
But in the search, the paths so different be,
That all Religions with each other Fight,
While only one can lead us in the Right.
But till that one hath some more certain mark,
Poor humane kind must wander in the dark;
And suffer pains, eternally below,
For that, which here, we cannot come to know.

Chr. Pr.
That which we worship, and which you believe,
From Natures common hand we both receive:
All under various names, Adore and Love
One power Immense, which ever rules above.
Vice to abhor, and Virtue to pursue,
Is both believ'd and taught by us and you:
But here our Worship takes another way.

Mont.
Where both agree 'tis there most safe to stay:
For what's more vain then Publick Light to shun,
And set up Tapers while we see the Sun?

Chr. Pr.
Though Nature teaches whom we should Adore,
By Heavenly Beams we still discover more.

Mont.
Or this must be enough, or to Mankind
One equal way to Bliss is not design'd.
For though some more may know, and some know less,
Yet all must know enough for happiness.

Chr. Pr.
If in this middle way you still pretend
To stay, your Journey never will have end.

Mont.
Howe're, 'twas better in the midst to stay,
Then wander farther in uncertain way.

Chr. Pr.
But we by Martyrdom our Faith avow.

Mont.
You do no more then I for ours do now.
To prove Religion true—
If either Wit or Suff'rings would suffice,
All Faiths afford the Constant and the Wise:
And yet ev'n they, by Education sway'd,
In Age defend what Infancy obey'd.

Chr. Pr..
Since Age by erring Child-hood is misled,
Refer your self to our Un-erring Head.

Mont.
Man and not erre! what reason can you give?

Chr. Pr.
Renounce that carnal reason, and believe.

Mont.
The Light of Nature should I thus betray,
'Twere to wink hard that I might see the day.

Chr. Pr.
Condemn not yet the way you do not know;
I'le make your reason judge what way to go.

Mont.
'Tis much too late for me new ways to take,
Who have but one short step of life to make.

Piz.
Increase their Pains, the Cords are yet too slack.

Chr. Pr..
I must by force, convert him on the Rack.

Ind. High Pr.
I faint away, and find I can no more:
Give leave, O King, I may reveal thy store,
And free my self from pains I cannot bear.

Mont.
Think'st thou I lye on Beds of Roses here,
Or in a Wanton Bath stretch'd at my ease?
Dye, Slave, and with thee, dye such thoughts as these.

[High Priest turns aside and dyes.
Enter Cortez attended by Spaniards, he speaks entring.
Cort.
On pain of death kill none but those that fight;
I much repent me of this bloody night:
Slaughter grows murder when it goes too far,
And makes a Massacre what was a War:
Sheath all your weapons and in silence move,
'Tis sacred here to Beauty and to Love.
Ha—

[Sees Montezuma.
Cort.
What dismal sight is this, which takes from me
All the delight that waits on Victory!
[Runs to take him off the Rack.
Make haste: how now, Religion do you Frown?
Haste holy Avarice, and help him down.
Ah Father, Father, what do I endure
[Embracing Montezuma.
To see these Wounds my pity cannot Cure!

Mont.
Am I so low that you should pity bring,
And give an Infants Comfort to a King?
Ask these if I have once unmanly groan'd;
Or ought have done deserving to be moan'd.

Cort.
Did I not charge thou should'st not stir from hence?
[To Pizarro.
But Martial Law shall punish thy offence.
And you,
[To the Chr. Priest.
Who sawcily, teach Monarchs to obey,
And the wide World in narrow Cloysters sway;
Set up by Kings as humble aids of power,
You that which bred you, Viper-like devour,
You Enemies of Crowns.

Chr. Pr.
—Come, let's away,
We but provoke his fury by our stay.

Cort.
If this go free, farewel that discipline
Which did in Spanish Camps severely shine:
Accursed Gold, 'tis thou hast caus'd these crimes;
Thou turn'st our Steel against thy Parent Climes!
And into Spain wilt fatally be brought,
Since with the price of Blood thou here art bought.

[Exeunt Priest and Pizarro.
[Cortez kneels by Montezuma and weeps.
Cort.
Can you forget those Crimes they did commit?

Mont.
I'le do what for my dignity it fit:
Rise, Sir, I'm satisfi'd the fault was theirs:
Trust me you make me weep to see your Fears:
Must I chear you?

Cort.
Ah Heavens!

Mont.
—You're much to blame;
Your grief is cruel, for it shews my shame,
Does my lost Crown to my remembrance bring:
But weep not, you and I'le be still a King.
You have forgot that I your Death design'd,
To satisfie the Proud Almeria's mind:
You, who preserv'd my Life, I doom'd to Dye.

Cort.
Your Love did that, and not your Cruelty.

Enter a Spaniard.
Span.
Prince Guyomar the Combat still maintains,
Our Men retreat, and he their ground regains:
But once incourag'd by our Generals sight,
We boldly should renew the doubtful Fight.

Cort.
Remove not hence, you shall not long attend:
I'le aid my Souldiers, yet preserve my Friend.

To Montezuma.
Mont.
Excellent Man!
[Exit Cortez, &c.
But I, by living, poorly take the way
To injure Goodness, which I cannot pay.

Enter Almeria.
Alm.
Ruine and Death run Arm'd through every Street;
And yet that Fate I seek I cannot meet:
What guards Misfortunes are!
Such is th'infectious strength of Misery,
Death that strikes all, yet seems afraid of me.

Mont.
Almeria's I ere: oh turn away your Face!
Must you be witness too of my disgrace?

Alm.
I am not that Almeria whom you knew,
But want that pity I deny'd to you:
Your Conquerour, alas, has Vanquish'd me;
But he refuses his own Victory:
While all are Captives in your Conquer'd State,
I find a wretched freedom in his hate.

Mont.
Could'st thou thy Love on one that scorn'd thee lose?
He saw not with my Eyes who could refuse:
Him that could prove so much unkind to thee,
I ne're will suffer to be kind to me.

Alm.
I am content in Death to share your Fate;
And dye for him I love with him I hate.

Mont.
What shall I do in this perplexing streight!
My tortur'd Limbs refuse to bear my weight:
Endeavouring to walk and not being able.
I cannot go to Death to set me free:
Death must be kind, and come himself to me.

Alm.
I've thought upon't: I have Affairs below,
[Alm. musing.
Which I must needs dispatch before I go:
Sir, I have found a place, where you may be,
[To him.
(Though not preserv'd) yet like a King dye free:
The General left your Daughter in the Tower,
We may a while resist the Spaniards power,
If Guyomar prevail,—

Mont.
—Haste then, and call;
She'l hear your Voice, and answer from the Wall.

Alm.
My voice she knows and fears, but use your own,
And to gain entrance, feign you are alone.

[Almeria steps behind.
Mont.
Cydaria!

Alm.
—Lowder.

Mont.
—Daughter!

Alm.
—Lowder yet.

Mont.
Thou canst not, sure, thy Father's voice forget.

[He knocks at the door, at last Cydaria looks over the Zoty.
Cyd.
Since my Love went, I have been frighted so,
With Dismal Groans, and Noyses from below:
I durst not send my Eyes abroad, for fear
Of seeing dangers, which I yet but hear.

Mont.
Cydaria!

Cyd.
—Sure 'tis my Father calls.

Mont.
—Dear Child make haste;
All hope of succour, but from thee is past:
As on the sand the frighted Traveller
Sees the high Sea come rolling from a far,
The Land grow short, he mends his weary pace,
While Death behind him covers all the place:
So I by swift mis-fortunes am pursu'd,
Which on each other, are like Waves renew'd.

Cyd.
Are you alone

Mont.
—I am.

Cyd.
—I'le strait descend;
Heaven did you here for both our safeties send.

[Cydaria descends and opens the door, Almeria rushes betwixt with Montezuma.
Cyd.
Almeria here! then I am lost again.

[Both thrust.
Alm.
Yield to my strength, you struggle but in vain:
Make haste and shut, our Enemies appear.

[Cortez and Spaniards appear at the other end.
Cyd.
Then do you enter, and let me stay here.

[As she speaks, Almeria oevr-powers her, thrusts her in, and shuts.
Cyd.
Oh Heavens!

Cort.
Sure I both heard her voice and saw her face,
She's like a Vision, vanish'd from the place:
Too late I find my absence was too long;
My hopes grow sickly, and my fears grow strong.

[He knocks a little, then Montezuma, Cydaria, Almeria appear above.
Alm.
Look up, look up, and see if you can know
Those whom, in vain, you think to find below.

Cyd.
Look up and see Cydaria's lost estate.

Mont.
And cast one look on Montezuma's Fate.

Cort.
Speak not such dismal words as wound my Ear:
Nor name Death to me when Cydaria's there.
Despair not, Sir, who knows but Conquering Spain
May part of what you lost restore again?

Mont.
No, Spaniard, know, he who to Empire born,
Lives to be less, deserves the Victors scorn:
Kings and their Crowns have but one Destiny:
Power is their Life, when that expires they dye.

Cyd.
What Dreadful Words are these!

Mont.
—Name Life no more;
'Tis now a Torture worse then all I bore:
I'le not be brib'd to suffer Life, but dye
In spight of your mistaken Clemency.
I was your Slave, and I was us'd like one;
The Shame continues when the Pain is gone:
But I'm a King while this is in my Hand,—
[His Sword.
He wants no Subjects who can Death Command:
You should have ty'd him up, t'have Conquer'd me,
But he's still mine, and thus he sets me free.

[Stabs himself.
Cyd.
Oh my dear Father!

Cort.
—Haste, break ope the door.
[The Souldiers break open the first door, and go in.
We shall have time enough to take our way,
'Ere any can our Fatal Journey stay.

Mont.
Already mine is past: O powers divine
Take my last thanks; no longer I repine:
I might have liv'd my own mishaps to Mourn,
While some would Pity me, but more would Scorn!
For Pity only on fresh Objects stays:
But with the tedious sight of Woes decays.
Still less and less my boyling Spirits flow;
And I grow stiff as cooling Mettals do:
Farewel Almeria.—

[Dyes.
Cyd.
—He's gone, he's gone,
And leaves poor me defenceless here alone.

Alm.
You shall not long be so: prepare to Dye,
That you may bear your Father Company.

Cyd.
Oh name not Death to me; you fright me so,
That with the Fear I shall prevent the blow:
I know your Mercy's more, then to destroy
A thing so young, so Innocent, as I.

Cort.
Whence can proceed thy cruel thirst of Blood,
Ah Barb'rous Woman? Woman! that's too good,
Too mild for thee: there's pity in that name,
But thou hast lost thy pity, with thy shame.

Alm.
Your cruel words have pierc'd me to the Heart;
But on my Rival, I'le revenge my smart.

Cort.
Oh stay your hand! and to redeem my fault,
I'le speak the kindest words—
That Tongue e're utter'd, or that Heart e're thought.
Dear—Lovely—Sweet—

Alm.
These words offend me more,
You act your kindness on Cydaria's score.

Cyd.
For his dear sake let me my Life receive.

Alm.
Fool, for his sake alone you must not Live:
Revenge is now my Joy; he's not for me,
And I'le make sure he ne're shall be for thee.

Cyd.
But what's my Crime?

Alm.
—'Tis Loving where I Love.

Cyd.
Your own example does my act approve.

Alm.
'Tis such a Fault I never can forgive.

Cyd.
How can I mend, unless you let me live?
I yet am Tender, Young, and full of Fear,
And dare not Dye, but fain would tarry here.

Cort.
If Blood you seek, I will my own resign:
O spare her Life, and in exchange, take mine.

Alm.
The Love you shew but hastes her Death the more.

Cort.
I'le run, and help to force the inner door.

[Is going in haste.
Alm.
Stay, Spaniard, stay, depart not from my Eyes:
That moment that I lose your sight, she dyes.
To look on you I'le grant a short Reprieve.

Cort.
O make your gift more full, and let her Live:
I dare not go; and yet how dare I stay!
Her I would save, I murder either way.

Cyd.
Can you be so hard-hearted, to destroy
My ripening hopes, that are so near to joy?
I just approach to all I would possess:
Death only stands 'twixt me and happiness.

Alm.
Your Father, with his Life, has lost his Throne:
Your Countries Freedom and Renown is gone.
Honour requires your Death: you must obey.

Cyd.
Do you dye first; and shew me then the way:

Alm.
Should you not follow, my Revenge were lost.

Cyd.
Then rise again, and Fright me with your Ghost.

Alm.
I will not trust to that, since Death I chuse,
I'le not leave you that Life which I refuse:
If Death's a pain 'twill not be less to me;
And if 'tis nothing, 'tis no more to thee.
But hark! the noyse increases from behind,
They're near, and may prevent what I design'd:
Take, there's a Rival's gift.—

[Stabs her.
Cort.
Perdition seize thee for so Black a Deed.

Alm.
Blame not an Act that did from Love proceed:
I'le thus Revenge thee with this Fatal blow;
[Stabs her self.
Stand fair, and let my Heart-blood on the flow.

Cyd.
Stay Life, and keep me in the chearful Light;
Death is too Black, and dwells in too much Night.
Thou leav'st me, Life, out Love supplies thy part,
And keeps me warm by lingring in my Heart:
Yet dying for him, I thy claim remove;
How dear it costs to Conquer in my Love!
Now strike: that thought I hope, will arm my Breast.

Alm.
Ah, with what differing passions am I prest!

Cyd.
Death, when far off, did terrible appear;
But looks less dreadful as he comes more near.

Alm.
O Rival, I have lost the power to kill;
Strength has forsook my Arm, and Rage my will:
I must surmount that Love which thou hast shown:
Dying for him is due to me alone.
Thy weakness shall not boast the Victory,
Now thou shalt live, and dead I'le Conquer thee:
Souldiers assist me down.

[Exeunt from above led by Souldiers, and enter both led by Cortez.
Cort.
Is there no danger then?

[To Cydaria.
Cyd.
—You need not fear
My Wound, I cannot dye when you are near.

Cort.
You for my sake, Life to Cydaria give:
[To Almeria.
And I could dye for you, if you might Live.

Alm.
Enough, I dye content, now you are kind;
Kill'd in my Limbs, reviving in my Mind:
Come near, Cydaria, and forgive my Crime.
[Cydaria starts back.
You need not fear my rage a second time:
I'le bathe your Wounds in Tears for my Offence:
That Hand which made it makes this Recompence.
[Ready to join their hands.
I would have joyn'd you, but my Heart's too high:
You will, too soon, possess him when I dye.

Cort.
She Faints, O softly set her down.

Alm.
—'Tis past!
In thy Lov'd Bosom let me breathe my last.
Here in this one short Moment that I Live,
I have what e're the longest Life could give.—

[Dyes.
Cort.
Farewel, thou Generous Maid: ev'n Victory
Glad as it is, must lend some Tears to thee:
Many I dare not shed, lest you believe—
[To Cydaria.
I Joy in you less then for her I Grieve.

Cyd.
But are you sure she's dead?
I must embrace you fast, before I know
Whether my Life be yet secure or no:
Some other hour I will to Tears allow;
But having you, can shew no sorrow now.

Enter Guyomar and Alibech bound with Souldiers.
Cort.
Prince Guyomar in bonds! O Friendship's shame!
It makes me blush to owne a Victors name.

[Unbinds him, Cydaria, Alibech.
Cyd.
See, Alibech, Almeria lyes there:
But do not think 'twas that Murder'd her.

[Alibech kneels and Kisses her Dead Sister
Cort.
Live, and enjoy more then your Conquerour:
Take all my Love, and share in all my power.

[To Guyomar.
Guy.
Think me not proudly rude, if I forsake
Those Gifts I cannot with my Honour take:
I for my Country Fought, and would again,
Had I yet left a Country to maintain:
But since the Gods decreed it otherwise,
I never will on its dear Ruines rise.

Alib.
Of all your Goodness leaves to our dispose,
Our Liberty's the only gift we chuse:
Absence alone can make our Sorrows less;
And not to see what we can ne're redress.

Guy.
Northward, beyond the Mountains we will go,
Where Rocks lye cover'd with Eternal Snow;
Thin Herbage in the Plains, and Fruitless Fields,
The Sand no Gold, the Mine no Silver yields:
There Love and Freedom we'l in Peace enjoy;
No Spaniards will that Colony destroy.
We to our selves will all our wishes grant;
And nothing coveting, can nothing want.

Cort.
First your Great Father's Funeral Pomp provide:
That done, in Peace your Generous Exiles guide.
While I loud thanks pay to the powers above,
Thus doubly Blest, with Conquest, and with Love.

[Exeunt.