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Show [ fJU Jin*-."*- drawn Swords. • , „. T :&. nor Death are in your Power. Aim. i nen ^ Vafquez and Pizarro with Vafq. He lives, he lives. />, Unfetter m e with fpced, Vafquez, I fee you troubled that I bleed : But 'tis not deep ; our Army I can head Vafq. You to a certain Viaory are led : Your M e n all arm'd, itand filently within : I with vour Freedom did the W o r k begin. Piz What Friends w e have, and how w e came fo ftrong, We'll foftly tell you as w e march along. Cort. In this fafe Place let m e fecure your Fear;. N o claming Swords, no Noife can enter here. Amidft our Arms as quiet you fhall be As Halcyons brooding on a Winter Sea Cyd heave m e not here alone, and full of Fright, Amidft the Terrors of a Dreadful Night: You judge, alas! m y Courage by your own; I never durft in Darknefs be alone : I beg, I throw m e humbly at your Feet-- Cort. You muft not go where you may Dangers meet. Th' unruly Sword wall no Diftinftion make: And Beauty will not there give Wounds, but take. Aim. Then ftay and take m e with you; though to be A Slave to wait upon your Viaory. M y Heart unmov'd, can Noife andHorror bear: Parting from you is all the Death I fear. Cort. Almeria, 'tis enough I leave you free: You neither muft ftay here, nor go with me. Aim. Then take m y Life, that will m y Reft reftore : 'Tis all I ask for faving yours before. Cort. That w ere a barbarous Return ot Love. n. Yet leaving it, you more inhumane prove: In both Extreams I foft Relief fhould find : O h i either hate m e more, or be more kind. Cort. Life of m y Soul, do not m y Abfence mourn: But chear your Heart in hopes of m y Return. Your Noble Father's Life fhall be m y Care; And both your Brothers I'm oblig'd to fpare. Cyd. Fate makes vou deaf, while I in vain implore, M y I leart forebodes I ne'er fhall fee you more : I have but one Requeft when I a m dead, Let not m y Rival to your Love fucceed. Cort. Fate will be kinder than your Fears foretel; Farewel, m y Dear. Cyd. . • A long and laft Farewel: • So eager to imploy the cruel Sword ; Can you not one, not one laft Look afford ! Cort. I melt to Womanifh Tears, and if I ftay, I find m y Love m y Courage will betray : Yon Tower will keep you fafe, but be fo kind T o your o w n Life that none may Entrance find. Cyd. Then lead m e there [To Cydaria. [To Cydaria. For this one minute of your Company, I go methinks with fome Content to die. [He leads her. [Exeunt Cortez, Vafquez, Pizarro, Cydaria: Aim. Farewel, O too much lov'd, fince lov'd in vain I . [Sola. What difmal Fortune does for m e remain! Night and Defpair m y Fatal Foot-tteps guide ; That Chance may give the Death which he deny'd. [Exit. Cortez, Vafquez, Pizarro, and Spaniards return again. Cort. All I hold dear, I truft to your Defence, [To Pizarro. Guard her, and, on your Life, remove not hence. [Exeunt Correz and Vafquez. Pin - 1*11 The Conqueft of Mexico. Piz. Fll venture that The Gods are good ; I'll leave her to their Care, Steal from m y Pott, and in the Plunder fhare. 141 [Exit. Ol m. ACTV. SCENE I. The. Chamber Royal, an Indian Hamock diftwefd in it. Enter Odmar with Soldiers, Guyomar, Alibecli, bound. TTp Ate is more juft than you to my Defert, And in this Act you blame, Heaven takes m y part. Guy. Can there be Gods, and no Revenge provide ? Odm. The Gods are ever of the Conq'ring Side : She's now m y Queen, the Spaniards have agreed I to m y Father's Empire fhall fucceed. Alib. H o w much I Crowns contemn I let thee fee Chufing the younger, and refilling thee. Guy. Were fhe Ambitious fhe'd difdain to o wn Tlie Pageant Pomp of fuch a Servile Throne: A Throne which thou by Parricide doft gain, And by a bafe Submiffion muft retain. Alib. I lov'd thee not before, but, Odmar, know That n o w I hate thee and defpife thee too. Odm. With too much Violence you Crimes purfue, Which if I Acted'twas for Love of you: This, if it teach not Love, may teach you Fear: I brought not fin fo far, to flop it here. Death in a Lover's Mouth would found but ill ; But know, I either muft enjoy, or kill. Alib. Beftow, bafe Man, thy idle Threats elfewhere, M y Mother's Daughter knows not how to fear. Since Guyomar, I muft not be thy Bride, Death fhall enjoy what is to thee deny'd. Odm. Then take thy W i f h - Guy. Hold, Odmar, hold M y Right in Alibech I will refign ; Rather than fee lier Die, I'll fee her thine. Alib. In vain thou wouldft refign, for I will be, Ev'n when thou leav'ft me, Conftant ftill to thee -• That fhall not fave m y Life : wilt thou appear Fearful for her w h o for her felf wants Fear ? Odm. Her Love to him fhows m e a furer way 2 I by her Love, her Vertue muft betray: Since, Alibech, you are fo true a Wife: *Tis in your Pow'r to fave your Husband's Lite: The Gods, by me, your Love and Vertue try; For both will fuffer if you let him Die. Alib. I never can believe you will proceed T o fuch a Black and Execrable Deed. Odm. I only threatned you; but could not prove So much a Fool to murder what I love .* But in his Death, I fome Advantage fee: Worfe than it is I'm fure it cannot be. If you content, you with that gentle Breath Preferve his Life: if not, behold liis Death. Alib. What fhall I d o! Guy. What, are your Thoughts at ftrifc About a Ranfbm to preferve m y Lifer Though to fave yours I did m y Int'reft give, Think not when you were his I meant to live. Alib. 6 let him be preferv'd by any way: But name not the foul Price which I muft j [Afide. [To her. [Holds his Sword to his Breaft. Odm. |