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Show -- ~J-i ••Mm imf " The Indian Emperour: Or, ... ' Torments doft" - xik an iv'd your Cro ifual Bl town ; Xh , thel oduqe. And nought be Yel reopp Muft t of cruel J\ Afw*r. If thol j, who made the World, could be Forgetful i then blam'ft thou Chr. Pr. Thc is, 0 Prince, tl pw, are light, Compar'd to thofe, wbi ht, Immortal, I Which Death nd Time can never cure. . Thou art d : for whenfoe'er I die, The Sun, my bears m y Soul on high/: FL own a Beam, and mounted there, He draws it back, and pulls me through the Air: I in the Eaftern Parts, and riling Sky, You in Heav'ns T , and the Weft muft lie. Chr. Pr. Fond Man, by Heathen Ignorance mif-led, Thy Soul deftroying when thy Body's dea Change yet thy Faith, and buy Eternal Reft. Ind. High-Pr. Die in your own, for our Belief is pcft. Mont. In feeking Happinefs you both agree, But in the fearch the Padis fo different be, That all Religions with each other fight, y one can lead us in the Right, But till that one hath fome more certain Mark, Poor Humane-kind muft wander in the dark} Ai :r Pains eternally below, it, which here we cannot come to know. Chr.Pr. That which w e worfliip, and which you belle From Nature's common Hand we both receive: All under various Names, adore and loye One Power Immenfe, which ever rules above- Vice to abhor, and Vertue to purfue, Is both believ'd and taught by us and you : But here our Worfhip takes another'way-- Mont. Where both agree 'tis there moft fafe to ftay : For what's more vain than publick 1 > fhun, And fet up Tapers while we fee Chr.Pr. Though Nature te whom w e fhou'd adore, By Heav'nly Beams we ftill difcover more. Mont. Or this mult be enoi to Mankind One equal way to Blifs is not defign'd. For though fome more may know, and fome know lefs, Yet all muft know enough' for Happinefs. C If in this middle way you ftill pretend To r Journey never will have end. Mont. Howe'er 'tis'better in the midft to ftay, Than wander farther in uncertain way. . Pr. But we by Martyrdom our Faith avow. Mont. You do no more than I for ours do now, Topn 1 true ~ If either Wit or Sufferings would fuffice, All Faith afford the Conftant and the Wife: And yet ev'n they, by Education fway'd In Age defend what Infancy obey'd. Chr.Pr. Since Age by erring Child-hood is mif-led, Refer your felf to our unerring Head. Mont. Man and not err ? What Reafon can you give? >/'*'•-?en?unc 1M woenrte. tToh wei Lnikg hhtea rodfd itNahatat tCu arIre mn iaflgho hRutel fadef oIen t,h eua sDn adbey bt.er laiye,v e. Chr. •45 The Conqueft of Mexico. Chr.Pr. Condemn not yet the wayyou do not know • ~ 111 make your Reafon judge what way to go Mont. 'Tis much too late for mc new ways to take W h o have but one fhort ftep of Life to ma! e? ' Chr PrT^tt r"1115' thC C°ruds are yct t0°«**• tj Lr L *™r ^ force COnvert him on the Rack. Ind Htgh-Pr.l taint a*ay, and find I can no more: Give leave, O King, I m a y reVeal thy Store, And free m y felf from Pains I cannot bear Mont. Think'ft thou I lie on Beds of Rofes here Or in a wanton Bath ftretch'd at my eafe * ' ' Die, Slave, and with thee die foe* Thoughts as thefe. Enter Cortez attended by 9^^,^!^^ **> * ** Cort. O n pain of Death kill none but thofe who fight • *' I much Repent me of this bloody Night: Slaughter grows Murther when it goes too far And makes a Maffacre what was a War: Sheath all your Weapons, and in filence move 'Tis Sacred here to Beauty and to LOve. rt- * * jja ' fVa Montezur What difmal Sight is this which takes from me All the Delight that waits on Victory ' TR«»f ,„ ,„/„ L- a- r „ Make hafte: how now, Religion, d o y o u f i W C " ^ * ?* Hafte, holy Avarice, and help him down. Ah, Father, Father, what do I endure VV„L \* To fee thefe Wounds, m y Pity cannot cure! facing Montezuma. Mont. A m I fo low, that you fhould pity bring And give an Infant's Comfort to a King ? Ask thefe, if I have once unmanly groan'd ; Or ought have done deferving to be moan'd. Cort Did I not charge thou fhould'ft not ftir from hence ? [To Pizarro But Martial L a w fhall punifh thy Offence. rizarro. WhoCcily teach Monarchs to obey, ^ * Chv' ?M' And the wide World in narrow Cloyfters fway; Set up by Kings as humble Aids of Power, You that which bred you,Viper like, devour You Enemies of Crowns. * Chr. Pr. Come, let's away, W e but provoke his Fury by our ftay. Cort. If this go free, farewel that Difeipline, Which.did in Spanifh Camps feverely fhine: Accurfed Gold, 'tis thou haft caus'd thefe Crimes; Thou turn'ft our Steel againft thy Parent Climes ! And into Spain wilt fatally be brought, Since with the Price of Blood thou here art bought. [Ex. Prieft and Pizar. n ^ r , „ „ [Cortez kneels by Montezuma, and weeps, Cort. Can you forget thofe Crimes they did commit ? Mont. I'll do what for m y Dignity is fit: Rife, Sir; I'm fatisfi'd the Fault was theirs : Truft m e you make m e weep to fee your Tears : Muft I chear you ? Cort. Ah Heavens ! Mont. You're much too blame; Your Grief is cruel, for it fhews m y Shame, Does m y loft Crown to m y remembrance bring: But weep not you, and I'll be ftill a King. You have forgot that I your Death defign'd, T o fatisfie the proud Almeria's Mind ; You, who preferv'd m y Life, I doom'd to die. Cort. Your Love did that, and not your Cruelty. T 2 Enter |