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Show Guy. H e cannot die w h o m you command to live, Before the Fight you can the conqueft give ; Speak where you'll place it i 1 juy , Briefly then, to both, One I in fecret love, the other loth; But where I hate, m y hate I will not fhow, And he t love, m y Love fhall never know, True worth fhall gain me, that it may be laid, Defert, not Fancy, oncea W o m a n led. He who in Fight his Courage fhall oppofe With moft fuccefs againft his Countries Foes, From m e fhall all that recompence receive That Valour Merits, or that Love can give: 'Tis true m y hopes and fears are all for one ; But hopes and fears are to m y felf alone. Let him not O w n the danger ofthe ftriie, I but his Love, his Country claims his Lite. Odm. AllObftacles m y Courage fhall remove. Guy. Fall on, fall on. Gt' For Lo^7' [Exeunt, the Women following. SCENE changes to the Indian Country. Enter Montezuma attenaed by the Indians. Mont. Charge, charge, their Ground the faint Taxallans yield, Bold in clofe Ambufh, bafe in open Field: The envious Devil did m y Fortune wrong: . Thus Fought, thus Conquer'd I, when I was yourtg. L™"' Alarm. Enter Cortez Bloody. Cort. Furies purfue thefe falfe Taxallans Flight, Dare they be Friends to us, and dare not Fight ? What Friends can Cowards be, what hopes appear Of help from fuch, w h o where they hate fhow fear! Enter Pizarro, Vafquez. Piz. The Field grows thin, and thofe that n o w remairi Appear but like the fhadows of the Slain. Vafq. The fierce old King is vanifh'd from the place* And in a Cloud of Duft purfues the Chace. Cort. Their eager Chace diforder'd does appear; Command our Horfe to charge them in the Rear: U otizarro. You to our old Caft titan Foot retire, ll0 Vaiquez. W h o yet ftand firm, and at their Backs give Fire. [Exeunt feverally. Enter Odmar and Guyomar, meeting each other in the Battel. Odm. Where haft thou been fince firft the Fight began, Thou lefs than W o m a n in thefhape of M a n? Guy. Where I have done what may thy Envy move, Things Worthy of m y Birth, and of m y Love. Odm. T w o bold Taxallans with one Dart I flew, And left it flicking e'er m y Sword I drew. Guy. I fought not Honour on fo bafe a Train, Such Cowards by our W o m e n may be (lain; I fell'd along a M a n of Bearded Face, His Limbs all cover'd with a Shining Cafe: So wondrous hard, and fo fecure of wound, It made m y Sword, though edg'd With Flint, rebound. Odm. I kill'd a double M a n , the one half lay Upon the Ground, the other ran away. [Guns go of within. Enter Montezuma out of breath, with him Alibech and an Indian. Mont. All's loft Our Foes with Lightning and with Thunder Fight, M y Men in vain fliun Death by fhameful Flight; For Death's invifible, comes wing'd with Fire, I hey hear a dreadful noife and ftraight expire. Take c/he C onqueft of Mexico. 12 3 Take, Gods, that Soul ye did in fpight create, And made it great to be unfortunate : 111 Fate for m e unjuftly you provide, Great Souls are Sparks of your own Heavenly Pride: That Luft of Power w e from your Godheads have, You're bound to pleafe thoje Appetites you gave. Enter Vafquez and Pizarro with Spaniards. Vafq. Pizarro, I have hunted hard to day Into our roils the nobleft of the Prey ; Seize on the King, and him your Prifoner make, While I in kind revenge m y Taker take. [Pizarro with two goes to attacque the Kjng, Vafquez with another to feize Alibech. Guy. Their danger is alike, w h o m fhall I free ? Odm. I'll follow Love. Guy. -I'll follow Piety. [Odmar retreats from Vafquez with Alibech off the Stage, Guyomar fights for his Father. Guy. Fly, Sir, while I give back that Life you gave, Mine is well loft, if I your Life can fave. [Montezuma fights off, Guyomar making his Retreat, flays. Guy. 'Tis more than M a n can do to 'fcape them all, Stay, let m e fee where nobleft I may fall. [He runs at Vafquez, isfeiz'd behind and taken. Vafq. Conduct him off, And give Command he ftrictly guarded be. Guy. In Vain are Guards, Death fets the Valiant free. [Exit Guyomar with Guards. Vafq. A Glorious Day! and bravely was it Fought, Great Fame our General in great Danger fought; From his ftrong A r m I faw his Rival run, And in a Crowd th' unequal Combat fhun. Enter Cortez, leading Cydaria, who feems crying, and begging ofhimi Cort. Man's force is fruitlefs, and your gods would fail T o fave.the City, but your Tears prevail : I'll of m y Fortune no advantage make, Thofe Terms they had once giv'n, they ftill m ay take. Cyd. Heaven has of right all Victory defign'd, Where boundlefs power dwells in a will confin'd; Your Spanifh Honour does the World excel. Cort. Our greateft Honour is in loving well. Cyd. Strange ways you practife there to win a Heart, Here Love is Nature, but with you 'tis Art. Cort. Love is with us, as Natural as here, But fetter'd up with cuftom more fevere. In tedious Courtfhip w e declare our pain, # And e'er w e kindnefs find, firft meet difdain. Cyd. If W o m e n love, they needlefs pains indure, Their Pride and Folly, but delay their Cure. . Cort. What you mifeall their Folly, is their care, They know how fickle common Lovers are : Their Oaths and V o w s are cautioufly beliey'd, For few there are but have been once deceiv'd. Cyd. But ifthey are not trufted when they vow, What other marks of paffion can they fhow ? Cort. With Feafts and Mufick, all that brings delight, M e n treat their Ears, their Palates, and their Sight. Cyd. Your Gallants fure have little Eloquence, Failing to move the Soul, they court the Sence: With Pomp, and Trains, and in a crowd they woe, W h e n true Felicity is but in two; BThuits c iasn bfucth n Toiofyes a ynodu tru Wmuolmte, n'sti sP anfofti oLno mveo-ve ? |