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Show Yg The Indian Emperour : Or, Cyd. M v Father's gone, .and yet I cannot go, Ufide. Sure I have fomething loft or left behind ! Cort. Like Travellers w h o wander in the Snow, I on her Beauty gaze till I a m blind, L J f- CW. Thick breath, quick pulte, and heaving ot m y Heart, All figns of fome unwonted change appear : I find m v felf unwilling to depart, And yet I know not w h y I would be here. Stranger, 'you raife fuch torments in m y Breatt, That when I go, if I muft go again, I'll tell m y Father you have robb'd m y reft, And to him of vour injuries complain. CwMJnknown,I fwear,thofe wrongs were which I wrought, But m y Complaints will much more juft appear, W h o from another World m y freedom brought, A nd to your conquering Eyes have loft it here. Cyd. Where is that other World from whence you came ? Cort. Beyond the Ocean, far from hence it lies. Cyd. Your other World, I fear, is then the fame That Souls muft go to when the Body dies. But what's the caufe that keeps you here with m e ? That I may know what keeps m e here with you ? Cort. Mine is a love which muft perpetual be, If you can be fo juft as I a m true. Enter Orbellan. Orb. Your Father wonders much at your delay. Cyd. So great a wonder for fo fmall a ftay / Orb. H e has commanded you with m e to go. Cyd. Has he not fent to bring the Stranger too ? Orb. If he to morrow dares in fight appear, His high plac'd Love, perhaps m a y coft him dear. Cort. Dares That word was never fpoke to Spaniard yet But forfeited his Life w h o gave him it; Haft quickly with thy pledge of fafety hence, 1 hy guilt's protected by her innocence. Cyd. Sure in fome fatal hour m y Love was born, So foon o'ercaft with abfence in the mOrn / Cort. Turn hence thofe pointed glories of your Eyes, For if more Charms beneath thofe Circles rife, So weak m y Vertue, they fo ftrong appear, I fhall turn Ravifher to keep you here. [Exeunt Omnes. A C T II. SCENE, The Magicians Cave. Enter Montezuma, High-Prieft. Mont. X TO T that I fear the utmoft Fate can do, [ \ Come I th' event of doubtful W a r to know, For Life and Death are things indifferent, Each to be chofe as either brings content; M y motive from a Nobler caufe doesfpring, Love rules m y Heatt, and is your Monarch's King; I more defire to know Aimeria!s mind, Than all that Heaven has for m y ftate defign'd. H. Pn. By powerful Charms which nothing can withftand, I'll force the Gods to tell wrhat you demand. Charm, Thou Moon, that aid'ft us with thy Magick might, And yee fmall Stars, the fcattered feeds of Light, The Conqueft of Mexico. 11 p Dart your pale Beams into this gloomy place, That the fad Powers of the Infernal Race M a y read above what's hid from Humane Eyes, And in your Walks fee Empires fall and rife. And ye Immortal Souls, w h o once were Men, And now refolv'd to Element agen, W h o wait for Mortal Frames in depths beknv, And did before what wre are doo.m'd to do ; Once, twice, and thrice, I wave m y Sacred WTand, Afcend, afcend, afcend at m y command. [ An earthly Spirit ? Spir. In vain, O mortal Men, your Prayers implore The aid of Powers below, wliich want it more : A God more ftrong, w h o all the gods commands, Drives us to exile from our Native Lands; The Air fwarms thick with wandring Deities, Which drowfily like humming Beetles rife From our lov'd Earth, where peacefully w e flept, And far from Heaven along poffeffion kept. The frighted Satyrs that in Woods delight, N o w into Plains with prick'd-up Ears take flight: And feudding thence, while they their Horn-feet ply About their Syres the little Sylvans cry: A Nation loving Gold muft rule this place, Our Temples ruin, and our Rites deface : T o them, OKing, is thy loft Scepter given, N o w mourn thy fatal fearch, for fince wife Heaven More ill than good to Mortals does difpenfe, It is not fafe to have too quick a fenfe. [Defends. Mont. Mourn they who think repining can remove The firm decrees of thofe w h o rule above; The brave are fafe within, w h o ftill dare die, W h e n e'er I fall I'll feorn m y Deftiny. D o o m as they pleafe with m y Empire not to ftand. I'll grafp m y Scepter with m y dyin^ hand. H. Prieft. Thofe Earthy Spirits black and envious are : I'll call up other gods, of form more fair: W h o Vifions drefs in pleafing Colour ftill, Set all the Good to fhow, and hid the 111 : Kjilib, afcend, m y fair-fpoke Servant rife, Andfoothmy Heart with pleafing Prophecies. : - r „ r , c. [Kjilib afeends all in White in the fhape of a W o m a n , and Sings. Kalib. I look'd and faw within the Book of Fate, Where many days didlowr, Where lo one happy hour Leapt up, andfmil'd to fave thy finking State ; A day fl: all come when in thy power Thy cruel Foes fhall be; Then fhall thy Land be free, And thou in peace fijalt reign. Buttake, 0 take that Opportunity, Which once refus'd will never come again. vejee?. Mont. I fhall deferve my Fate if I refute That happy hour which Heaven allots to ufe ; But of m y Crown thou too much care do it take, That which I value more, m y Love's at ftake. H. Prieft. Arife ye fubtle Spirits that canfpy, W h e n Love is enter'd in a Females Eye; You that can read it in the mid ft of doubt, And in the midft of frowns can find it out; You that can fearch thofe many corner d minds. Where W o m a n s crooked fancy turns, and winds, YouthatcanLoveexplore, and Truth impart, Where both lie deepeft hid in W o m a n s heart. |