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Show Odm You would and would not; I'll no longer ftay. [Ofers again to hill him. Alib. I yield, I yield ; but yet e'er I am H A n innocent Defire I would fulfil : With Guyomar I one chafte Kits would lea* Thc firft and laft he ever can receive. Odm. Have what you ask: that Minute youi agree T o m y Dcfires,your Husband fhall be free. [They unbind her,fhe goes to her Husbands Guy. N o , Alibech, w e never muft embrace : [He turns from her. Your guilty Kindnefs why do you mifplace ? 'Tis meant to him, he is your private Choice : I was made yours, but by the publick Voice. And now you leave m e with a poor pretence, That your ill Aft is for m y Life's Defence. Alii. Since there remains no other Means to try, Think I a m falfe; I cannot fee you die. Guy. T o give for m e both Lite and Honour too, Is more, perhaps, than I could give for you. You have done much to cure m y Jealoufy, But cannot perfect it unlets both die : For fince both cannot live, w h o ftays behind Muft be thought fearful, or, what's worfe, unkind. Alib. I never could propofe that Death you chufe ; But am, like you, too jealous to refute. [EnAraeing himi Together dying w e together fhowr, That both did pay that Faith which both did owe. Odm. It then remains I act m y own Defign : Have you your Wills, but I will firft have mine-; Affift me, Soldiers [They go to bind her, fhe cries outi Enter Vafquez, two Spaniards. Vafq. Hold, Odmar, hold, I come in happy time T o hinder m y Misfortune, and your Crime. Odm. You ill return the kindnefs I have fhown. Vafq. Indian, I fay, defift. Odm. Spaniard, be gone. Vafq. This Lady I did for m y felf defign . Dare you attempt her Honour who is mine? Odm. You're much miftaken ; this is She w h o m I Did with m y Father's lots, and Country's buy : She w h o m your promife did to m e convey, When all things elfe were made your common Prey. Vafq. That Promife made, excepted one for m e ; One w h o m I ftill referv'd, and this is She. Odm. This is not flic, you cannot be fo bafe. Vafq. I love too deeply to miftake the Face: The Vanquifh'd muft receive the Victor's Laws. Odm. It I am Vanquifh'd, I m y felf a m caufe. Vafq. Then thank your felf for what you undergo. Odm. Thus law lefs Might does Juftice overthrow. Vafq. Traytors, like you, fhould never Juftice name. Odm. You owe your Triumphs to that Traytors fhame. But to your General I'll m y Right refer. Vafq. He never will protect a Ravifber : His Generous Heart will foon decide our ftrifc ; He to your Brother will reftore his Wife. It refts w e two our Claim in Combat try, And that with this fair Prize, the Victor fly. Odm. Make hafte, I cannot fuffer to be long perplext: Conqueft is m y firft wifh, and Death m y next. ,,, T , r . , ,„. , ,, [They Fti/jh *** Spaniards and Indians Pight. Alib. The Gods the Wicked by themfelves o'erthrow : All Fight againft us now, and for us too ! [Vnbtnds her Husband [7 he two Spaniards and three Indians kill each other, Vafquez kits Odmar Guyomar runs to his Brother's Sward. The Conqueft of Mexico. j AO Vafq. N o w you are mine ; m y greateft Foe is flair* [To Alibech Guy. A greater ftill to vanquifh does remain. Vafq. Another yet! The Wounds I make but fow new Enemies: Which from their Blood, like Earth-born Brethren, i Guy. Spaniard, take breath ; fome refpite I'll afford, M y Caufe is more advanta^ than your Sword. Vafq Thou art fo brave could it with Honour be, I'd feek thy Friendfhip more than Victory. Guy. Friendfhip with him whofe hand did Odmar kill! Bafe as he wras, he was m y Brother ftill: And fince his Blood has wafh'd awav his Guilt, Nature asks thine for that which thou has fpilt. [They fight a little and breathe, Alibech takes up a Sword, and comes on. Alib. M y Weaknefs may help fomething in the Strife. Guy. Kill not m y Honour to preferve m y Life : [Staying her Rather than by thy Aid I'll Conqueft gain, Without Defence I poorly will be flain. [She goes back, they fight again, VdCquezfa/ls. Guy. N o w , Spaniard, beg thy Life, and thou fhalt live. Vafq. 'Twere vain to ask thee what thou canft not give: M y Breath goes out, and I a m now no more; Yet her I lov'd, in Death I will adore. [Z Guy. Come, Alibech, let us from hence remove: This is a Night of Horrour, not of Love. From every Part I hear a dreadful Noife: The Vanquifh'd Crying, and the Victors Joys. I'll to m y Father's Aid and Country's flye, And fuccour both, or in their Ruine die. [Exeu • SCENE II. A Prifon. Montezuma, Indian High-Prieft hound, Pizarro, Spaniards with Swords drawn, a Chriftian Prieft. Piz. Thou haft not yet difcover'd all thy Store. Mont. I neither can nor will difcover more: The Gods will punifh you, if they be juft; The Gods will Plague your Sacrilegious Luft. Chr. Prieft. Mark how this impious Heathen juftifies His o w n falfe Gods, and our true God denies: H o w wickedly he has refus'd his Wealth, And hid his Gold, from Chriftian Hands, by ftealth: D o w n with him, kill him, merit Heaven thereby. Ind. High-Pr. Can Heaven be Author of fuch Cruelty ? Piz. Since neither Threats nor Kindnefs will prevail, W e muft by other means your Minds affail; Faften the Engines ; ftretch 'em at their Length, And pull the ftreightned Cords with all your ftrength. [They faften them to the Rack, and then pull them^ Mont. The Gods, who made m e once a King, fhall know I ftill a m worthy to continue fo: Though now the Subject of your Tyranny, I'll Plague you worfe. than you can punifh me. K n o w I have Gold, which you fhall never find, N o Pains, no Tortures fhall unlock m y Mind. Chr. Pr. Pull harder yet; he does not feel the Rack. Mont. Pull till m y Veins break, and m y Sinews crack. Ind. High-Pr. W n e n will you end your barb'rous Cruelty ? I beg not to efcape, I beg to die. Mont. Shame on thy Priefthood, that fuch Prayers can bringt Is it not brave to fuffer with thy King ? W h e n Monarchs fuffer, Gods themfelves bear part; Then well may'ft thou w h o but m y Vaffal art: X I charge |
