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Show ! Q 6 The Indian Emperour: Or, All hopes of fuccour from your Arms is paft, T o fave us now you muft our Ruinehafte , Give up the Town, and to oblige him more, The Captive General's Liberty reftore. . Odn^You fpeak to try m y Love Can you forgive So foon, to let your Brother's Murderer live• ? Altb! Orbellan, though m y Brother did dilgiacc With treacherous Deeds our Mighty Mother s Race , And to revenge his Blood, fo juftly fpilt, What is it lets than to partake Ins guilt? Though m y Proud Sifter to revenge incline, I to m y Country's good m y o w n refign. Odm. T o fave our Lives our Freedom I betray . Yet fince I promis'd it, I will obey ; I'll not m y Shame nor your Commands difpute : . You fhall behold your Empire's Abfolute. L"» uomar. Alib. I fhould have thank'd him for his fpeedy Grant: And yet I know not how, fit words I want: Sure I am growm diffracted in m y mind, That joy this Grant fhould bring I cannot find : The one, denying, vex'd m y Soul before ; And this, obeying, has difturb'd m e more : The one with Grief, and flowly did refute, The other, in his Grant, much hafte did ufe: H e us'd too much and granting m e fo foon, H e has the Merit of the Gift undone : Methought with wondrous Eafe, he fwallow'd down His forfeit Honour, totietray the T o w n : M y inward Choice was Guyomar before, But now his Vertue hasconfirm'd m e more • 1 rave, I rave, for Odmar will obey, And then m y Promife muft m y Choice betray. Fantaftick Honour, thou haft fram'd a Toil Thy felf, to make thy Love thy Vertues Spoil. [Extt Ahbech. I SCENE III. A pleafant Grotto difcover'd : in it a Fountain fpouting ; round about it Vafquez, Pizarro, and other Spaniards lying carelefly unarm'd, and by them many Indian Women, one of which fines the following Song. SONG. Ah I fading Joy, how quickly art thou paft ? Tet we thy Ruine hafte. As if the Cares of Humane Life were few, We feek out new : And follow Fate which would too faft purfue. See how on every Bough the Birds exprefs In their fweet Notes their Happinefs. They all enjoy, and nothing fpare; But on their Mother Nature lay their Care: Why then fljould Man, the Lord of all below, Such Troubles chufe to know, As none of all his Subjects undergo ? Hark, hark, the Waters fall, fall, fall: And with a murmuring Sound Dafh, daflj, upon the Ground, To gentle Slumbers call. After the Song, two Spaniards arife and dance a Saraband with CaftanietaV, at the end of which, Guyomar and his Indians enter, and e'er the Spaniards can recover their Swords, feize them. Guy. Thofe w h o m you took without in Triumph bring, But fee thefe ftraight conducted to the King. tiz. '-"••' '•l™1'" • •• - •-»..• I. !«•! .- - The Conqueft of Mexico. Piz. Vafquez, what now remains in thefe Extreams ? Vafq. Only to wake us from ovir Golden Dreams. Piz. Since by our fhameful Conduct w e have loft Freedom, Wealth, Honour, which w e value molt) I wifh they would our Lives a Period give: They live too long w h o Happinefs out-live. [Spaniards 4re led out i. Ind. See, Sir, how*quickly your Succefs is fprcad : The King comes marching in the Army's Head. Enter Montezuma, Alibech, Odmar, difcontented. Mont. N o w all the Gods reward and blefs m y Son : [Embracino. Thou haft this day thy Father's Youth out-done. Alib. Juft Heaven all Happinefs upon himfhower, Till it confefs it's Will beyond it's Power. Guy. The Heav'ns are kind, the Gods propitious be$ I only doubt a Mortal Deity: I neither fought for Conqueft, nor for Fame, Your Love alone can recompence m y Flame. Alib. I gave m y Love to the moft brave in W a r ; But that the King muft judge. Mont. 'Tis Guyomar. [Soldiers fljout, a Guyomar, &c. Mont. This day your Nuptials w e will celebrate; But guard thefe haughty Captives till their Fate: Odmar, this Night to keep them be your Care, T o morrow for their Sacrifice prepare. Alib. Blot not your Conqueft with your Cruelty. Mont. Fate fays w e are not fafe unlets they die : The Spirit that fore-told this happy day, Bid m e ufe Caution, and avoid Delay : Pofterity be jufter to m y Fame: Nor call it Murder, when each private M a n In his Defence may juftly do the fame : But private Perfons more than Monarchs can: All weigh our Acts, and whate'er feems unjuft, Impute not toNeceffity, but Luff. [Ex. Montez* Guyora. and Alibi Odm. Loft and undone! he had m y Father's Voice, And Alibech feem'd pleas'd with her new Choice: Alas, it was not new ! too late I fee, Since one fhe hated, that it muft be me. 1 feel a ttrange Temptation in m y Will T o do an Action, great at once and ill : Vertue ill treated from ray Soul is fled ; I by Revenge and Love a m wholly led : Yet Confidence would againft m y rage rebel -Confcience the foolifh pride of doing well! Sink Empire, Father Perifh, Brother fall, Revenge does more than recompence you all. ' Conduct the Pris'ners in Spaniards, you fee your o w n deplor'd Eftate : Enter Vafquez, Pizarro. W h a t dare you do to reconcile your Fate ? Vafq. All that defpair, with Courage join'd can do. Odm. A n eafie way to Victory I'll fhow : W h e n all are buried in their fleep or joy, I'll give you Arms, Burn, Ravifh, and Deftroy ; For m y o w n fhare one Beauty I defign, Engage your Honour that the fhall be mine. Piz. I gladly Swear. Vafq. And I; but I requeft That, in return, one w h o has touch'd m y Breaft, Whofe N a m e I know not, may be given to me. Odm. Spaniard, 'tis juft; file's yours w h o e'er fhe be. Vafq. The Night comes on : if Fortune bfcfs the bold. J fhall poffefs the Beauty. Piz.*l the Gold. ' J255 S 2 ^C kNE |