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Show 114. The Indian Emperow : Or, Mont. What forms did thcic new wonder-* reprefent .y Guy. More ttrange than what your wonders can invent- The object I could firft diftinctly view W a s tall ftreight Trees which on the Waters flew, Wings on their fides inftead of leaves did grow, Which gather'd all the breath thc Winds could blow : And at their Roots grew floating Palaces, Whofe out-blo\v\l Bellies cut the yielding Seas. Mont. What divine Monfters, OyegocL, were thefe That float in air and fly upon the Seas \ Came they alive or dead upon thc ffiore ? Guy. Alas, they liv'd too fure, I heard them roar; All turn'd their fides, and to each other fpoke, I faw their words break out in Fire and Smoke. Sure 'tis their Voice that thunders from on high, Or thefe the younger Brothers ofthe Sky. Deaf with the noife T took m y hafty flight, N o mortal Courage can fupport the fright. H. Prieft. Old Prophecies foretel our fall at hand, W7hen Bearded M e n in floating Catties Land, fear it is of dire Portent. Mont.- Go fee What it fore-fhows, and what the Gods decree. Mean time proceed w e to what Rites remain. Odmar, of all this pretence does contain, Give her your Wreath w h o m you efteem moft fair. °fn- Above the reft I judge oneBeauty rare, And may that Beauty prove as kind to me, {Hegives Alibech the Wreath. As I am fure fair Alibech is fhe. • Mont You Guyomar, muft next perform your Part. Guy. I want a Garland, but I'll give a Heart: M y Brother's Pardon I muft firft implore, Since I with him fair Alibech adore. Odm. That all fhould Alibech adore 'tis true, But fome refped is to m y Birth-right due. M y Claim to her by Elderfhip I prove. Guy. Age is a Plea in Empire, not in Love. Odm I long have ftaid for this folemnity 1 o make m y Paffion publick. Guy. So have I. Odm. But from her Birth m y Soul has been her Slave, M y Heart receiv'd the firft Wounds which fhe gave: \™ch d r * e early Glorious other Eyes," As M e n for Day-break watch the Eaftern Skies. v °'c ii r s m>'Soul then m o v'd the quicker pace. Yours firft fet out, mine reach'd her in the Race. v^/H Your Choice I cannot'dii&pprovc; T n i n YZ ?UJ°m?> Can b I a n*yourLove. 1 o Alibech alone refer your Suit And let her Sentence finifh your' Difpute. Alib. You think me, Sir, a Miftrefsquickly won So foon to finifh what is fcarce begun • Y ' In this furprize fhould I a Judgment make, Tis anfwering Rlddles e'er I'm well awake - If you oblige m e fuddenly to chufe, Forto Zf ff ?adCj 7? * muft both re^' *or to m y felt I owe this due regard Not to make Love m y Gift, but m y Reward • Timebtfwillft,ew whofe W v i c e T w l S ? " Whatl IIhlf mlfutUrc ferviceby mV pa^ Tlmlwe^A^^t' Iwas> youknowV GilrSSu^ Root which firft did grow. __ TheConqueft of Mexico. , j Odm. Still you forget my Birth ; Guy. But you, I fee,' Take care ftill toreftefh m y Memory. Mont. M y Sons, let your unfeemly difcord ceafe It not in Fnendfhip, live at leaft in Peace. Orbellan, where you love,* beftow your Wreath. Ork. M y Love I dare not even in Whifpers breathe Mont. A Vertuous Love may ventureany thing. Orb. Not to attempt the Daughter of m y King. Mont. Whither is all m y former fury gone ? Once more I have 7>4JM//*'S Chains- put on And by his Children a m in triumphted, Too well the living have reveng'd the Dead ! Aim. You think m y Brother born your Enemy ; He's of Traxalla's Blood, and foam I. Mont. In vain I ft rive, M y Lyon-Heart is with Love Toils befet, Strugling I fall ftill deeper in the Net. Cyda-ria, Your new Lover's Garland take, And ufe him kindly for your Fathers fake. Cyd. So ftrong an hatred does m y Nature fway, That fpight of Duty I muft difobey. Befides, you warn'd m e ftill of loving two, Can I love him, already loving you ? Enter a Guard haftily. Mont. You look amaz'd, as if fome fudden fear Had feiz'd your Hearts, is any danger near ? 1. Guard. Behind the Covert where this Temple Hands, Thick as the Shades, there iifue fwarming Bands Ofambufh'd Men, whom, by their Amis and Drefs, T o be Traxallan Enemies I gut^s* 2. Guard. The Temple, Sir, is almoft com pa fs'd round. Mont. Some fpeedy way for paifagc muft be found. Make to the City by the Poftern Gate, I'll either force m y Victory, or Fate : A Glorious Death in Arms I'll rather prove, Than ftay to perifh tamely by m y Love. An Alarm within. Enter Montezuma, Odmar, Guyomar, Alibech, Orbellan, Cydaria, Almeria, at purfuedby Traxalians. Mont. N o fuccour from the T o w n ? Odm. None, none is nigh. Guy. W e are inclos'd, and muft refolve to die. Mont. Fight for Revenge n o w hope of life is paft, But one ftroke more and that will be m y laft. Enter Cortez, Vafquez, Pizarro, to the Traxallans,Cortozj?^ them, juft falling on. Cort. Contemn'd ?' M y Orders broke even in m y fight! [To his Indians- Did I not ftrictly charge you fhould not fight ? Ind. Your Choler, General, does unjuftly rife, T o fee your Friends purfue your Enemies; The greateft and moft cruel Foes w e have Are thefe w h o m you would ignorandy fave, By ambufh'd Men, behind their Temple laid, W e have the King of Mexico betray'd. Cort. Where, banifh'd Virtue, wilt thou fhew thy Face* If treachery infects thy Indian Race ? Difmifs your rage, and lay your Weapons by; K n o w I proteft them and they fhall not die. Ind. O wond'rous Mercy, fhown to Foes diftreft ! Cort. Call diem not fo, when once with odds oppreft- Nor are they Foes m y Clemency defends, DOUrnutariw lGu putonhuesry o hna Saviplea wnreihfauors d'ddso tbnhyoe t tn hfaetmrmefeie glohvfte F srr,eit etinrhdee*sn :f 0 Vafq, Ind, |