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Show ^_-^M,MMM-•^«^BMMMi ^^^ l 120 7fe iW/tftf Emperour : Or, Arifc [77;. 67^// r>/" Traxalla *W Acai they ftand ftill and point at Mo K P r 4 I did not for thefe Ghaftly Villous fend, Their fudden coming does fome ill portend, Begon Begon- They will not dit 1 M y Soul is feiz'd with an unufual fear. Mont. Point on, point on, and fee w h o m you can fright.. Shame and Confufion feize thefe fhades of Night. Ye thin and empty forms, a m I your fport ? Li " H / * ** If you were flefh You know you durft not ufe m e in this fort. . [77* G/^/ 0/ f Ac Indian Queen rifes betwtxt the Ghofis,wiih a Dagger in her Ln Mont. Ha/ I feel m y Hair grow ft iff, m y Eye-Balls rowl, This is the only form could fhake m y Soul. Ghoft. The hopes of thy fuccefiefs Love refign, Know Montezuma thou art only mine; For thofe who here on Earth their Paffion /hew By Death for Love, receive their right below. Why doft thou then delay my longing Arms ? Have Cares, and Age, and Mo; tal life fuch Charms I The Moon grows ftckly at the fight of Day, And early Cocks havefummon'd me away : Tet I'll appoint a meeting place below. For there fierce winds o'er dusky Vallies blow : Whofe every puff bears empty fhades away, Which guidelefs in thofe dark Dominions fir ay. Juft at the entrance of the Field below, Tho.rfhalt behold a tall black Poplar grow, Safe in its hollow trunk I will attend, And feize thy Spirit when thou doft defend. Mont. I'll feize thee there, thou Meffenger of Fate ; W7ould m y fhort Life had yet a fhorter date ! I'm weary of this flefh which holds us here, And daftards manly Souls with hope and fear : Thefe heats and colds ftill in our Breath make W a r, Agues and Feavers all our Paffions are. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Cydaria and Alibech, betwixt the two Armies. Aiib. Bleffings will Crown your Name if you prevent That Blood, which in this Battel will be fpent; Nor need you fear fo juft a fute to move, Which both becomes your duty and your Love. Cyd. But think you he will come ? Their C a m p is near, And he already knows I wait him here. Alib. You are too young your power to underftand, Lovers take W i n g upon the leaft command ; Already he is here. Enter Cortez and Vafquez to thvm. Cort. Methinks like two black ftorms on cither hand, Our Spanijb A r m y and your Indians ftands; This only fpace betwixt the Cloud, is clear, Where you, like day, broke loofe from bodi, appear. Cyd. Thofe clofing Skies might ftill continue bright, But w h o can help it if you'll make it night ? The Gods have given you power of Life and Deadi, Like them to fave or ruin with a breath. Cort. That power they to your Father did difpofe, 'Twas in his choice to make us Friends or Foes. Alib. Injurious ftrength would rapine ftill excufe, By oft'ring terms die weaker muft refute : The Conqueft of Mexico. And fuch as thefe your hard conditions,. " ~~ You threaten Peace, and you invite a W Cort. If for m y felf to Conquer here I can. You might perhaps m y actions juftly blame ; N o w I a m fent, and a m not to difpute M y Prince's Orders, bu.t to execute, Alib. H e w h o his Prince fo blindly does obe\ T o keep his Faith, his Vertue throws away '' Cort. Monarchs may err, but fhould each private Br< Judge their ill Acts, they would difpute their beft Cyd. Then all your care is for your Prince I fee Your truth to him out-weighs your love to m e; You may fo cruel to deny m e prove, But never after that pretend to love. Cort. Command m y Life, and I will foon obey, T o fave m y Honour I m y Blood will pay. Cyd. W h a t is this Honour which does Love control Cort. A raging Fit of Vertue in the Soul; ' A painful Burthen, which great minds muft bear Obtam'd with danger, and poffefs'd with fear. .- Cyd. Lay down that Burthen, if it painful grow, You'll find, without it, Love will lighter go. Cort. Honour once loft is never to be found. _ Alib. Perhaps he looks to have both Paffions crown'd. Firft die his Honour in a Purple Flood. Then Court the Daughter in the Father's Blood. Cort. T h e edge of W a r I'll from the Battel take, And fpare her Father's Subjects for her fake. . Cydi I cannot love you lefs when I'm refus'd, But I can die to be unkindly us'd ; Where fhall a Maid's diftrafted heart find reft, If file can mifs it in a Lover's Brcft ? Cort. I till to Morrow will the Fight delay : Remember you have conquer'd m e to day. Alik This Grant deftroys all you have urg'd before, Honour could not give this, or can give more; Our W o m e n in the foremoft Ranks appear, March to the Fight, and meet your Miftrefs there Into the thickeft Squadrous fhe muft run, I Kill her, and fee what Honour will be won. . €yd. I muft be in the Battel; but I'll go With, empty Quiver, and unbended B o w; Not draw an Arrow in this fatal ftrife, For fear its Point fhould reach your Noble Life. Enter Pizarro. Cort. N o more, your kindnefs wounds m e to the Death Honour, begon, what art thou but a breath ? I'll live, proud of m y infamy and fhamc, Grac'd with no Triumph but a Lover's N a m e ; M e n can but fay Love did his Reafon blind, And Love's the nobleft frailty of the,mind. Draw off m y Men. The War's already done. Piz. Your Orders come too late, the Fights begun ; The Enemy drives on, with fury led, And fierce Orbellan combates in their Head. Cort. H e juftly fears a Peace with m e would pfove Of ill concernment to his haughty LoVe ; Retire, fair Excellence, I go to meet N e w Honour, but to lay it at yOur Feet. j Exeunt O Viz Enter. Odmar and Guyomar/v Alibech and Cydari Odm. N o w , Madam, fince a clanger does appear GBWeiofvroetr lehe yha ivmse y Dt oeC ahotiuhrm atwgohe a,os kmt hhaioysu Dgienhf tBbaietnltyoe.wl O dm iye ,F ear, 1 21 |