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Show The Indian Emperour : Or, i Spaniard. „ Prince Guyomar the Combat ftill maintains, Ell aid' my Soldiers, yet preferve my F«*L ^ ^^ ^ Mont. Excellent M a n ! But I, by living, poorly take the way Toinuu-eGoodnefs,wtiichIcannotpay.me^ Aim. Ruin and Death run arm'd through every Street, And t^ek I cannot meet: What Guards Misfortunes are and mifery Death that ftrikes all, yet feems afraid of me. Mont. Almeria's here, O turn away your Face! Muft you be witnefs too of m y Difgrace f W I a m not that Almeria w h o m you knew, But want that pity I deny'd to you: Your Conquerour, Alas! has vanquilh d m e , But he refutes his o w n Victory: While all are Captives, in your Conquer d btate, I find a wretched Freedom in his hate. , f ? Mont. Couldftthou thy Love on one w h o tan d thee lofe? H e faw not with m y Eyes w h o could refute : Him who could prove lb much unkind to thee, I ne'er will fuffcr to be kind to me. Aim. I a m content in Death to fhare your Fate, And die for him I love with him I hate. Mont. What fhall I do in this perplexing ftreit! „ M y tortur'd Limbs refute to bear m y weight: [Endeavouring to walk,not beang ante. I cannot go to Death to fet m c free: Death muft be kind, and come himfe f to me. f Aim. I've thought upon't:. I have Affairs below, LAim. mujing. Which I muft needs difpatch before I go : fr<? ^ Sir, I have found a place where you may be, (Though not preferv'd) yet like a King die free : Tl tal left vour Daughter in the Tower, \Vc may a while refift the Spaniard's Power. If Guyomar prevail- Mont. Make hafte and call; She'll hear your Voice, and anfwer from the WTall. Aim. M y Voice ftie knows and fears, but ufe your o w n, And to gain Entrance, feign you are alone. [A\nx fteps behind. Mont. Cydaria! Aim. • Louder. Mont. Daughter ! Aim. --- Louder yet. Mont. Thou canft not, fure, thy Father's Voice forget. [He knocks at the Door, at laft Cydaria looks over the Balcony. Cyd. Since m y Love went I have been frighted fo, With difmal Groans and Noifes from below: I durft not fend m y Eyes abroad for fear Of feeing Dangers, which I yet but hear. Mont. Cydaria! Cyd. . Sure 'tis m y Father calls. Mont. Dear Child, make hafte ; All hope of Succour, but from thee, is paft: As when upon the Sands the Traveller Sees the high Sea come rolling from afar, The Land grow fhort, he mends his weary pace, While Death behind him covers all the Place: So I by fwift Misfortunes a m purfu'd, Which or. each other, are like Waves renew'd. Cyd. The Conqueft of Mexico. 14.7 Cyd. Are you alone ? Mont. lam. Cyd. I'll ftreight defeend; Heaven did you here for both our Safeties fend. [Cydaria defends and opens the Door, Almeria rujbes bei Cyd. Almeria here ! then I a m loft again. Aim. Yield to m y ftrength; you ftruggle but iff Make hafte and fhut, our Enemies appear. [Cortez and Spaniards appear at the other end Cyd. Then do you enter, and let m e ftay here. [As fhe fpeaks, Almeria •> ers her, tlr '. {huts. Cort. Sure, I both heard her Voice, and few her '•' She's like a Vifion vanifh'd from the place. Too late I find m y Abfence was too long; M y Hopes growr fickly, and m y Fears grow ltrong. [He knocks a little, then Montezuma, Cyd; da appear ah Aim. Look up, look up, and fee if you can jtnow Thofe w h o m in vain you think to find below. Cyd. Look up, and'fee Cydaria's loft Eftate. Mont. And caft one look on Montezuma's Fate. Cort. Speak not fuch difmal words as wound m y Ear. Nor name Death to m e when Cydaria's there. Defpair not, Sir ; who knows, but Conquering Spain M a y part of what you loft rcftore again ? Mont. No, Spaniard, fcnow; he w h o to Empire bo Lives to be lefs, defervesthe Victor's Scorn.: Kings and their Crowns have but one Dcftiny : Power is their Life, when that expires they die. Cyd. What dreadful words are thefe ! Mont. - N a m e Life no more ; 'Tis n o w a Torture worfe than all I bore: I'll not be brib'd to fuffer Life, but die In fpight of your miftaken Clemency. I was your Slave, and I was us'd like one; The Shame continues when the Pain is gone: But I'm a King while this is in m y Hand [£& Sword: H e wants no Subjects w h o can Death command: You fhould have ty'd him up, t' have conquer'd mc, But he's ftill mine, and thus he Lets m e free. [Stabs himfelf. Cyd. O h m y dear Father! Cort. Hafte, break ope the Door. Aim. W h e n that is fore'd there yet remain two more, [J he Soldiers break open the firft door and go in; W e fhall have time enough to take our way, 'Ere any can our Fatal Journey ft a v. Mont. Already mine is paft': O Powers Divine ; Take m y laft Thanks; no longer I repine : I might have liv'd m y own Mif-haps to mourn, While fome would pity me, but more would feorn! For Pity only on frefh Objects ftays; But with the tedious fight of Woes decays. Still lefs and lefs m y Boyling Spirits flow ; And I grow ftiff as cooling Metals do: Farewel Almeria Cyd. He's gone, he's gone, And leaves poor m e Defencelefs here alone. Aim. You fhall not long be fo: Prepare to die, That you may bear your Father Company. Cyd. O h ! name not Death to me, you fright mc That with the Fear I fhall prevent the Blow: I know your Mercy's more than to deftroy A thing fo young, fo innocent as I. , AhC obrartb.' Wrhouesn Wcoe mcaann !p roWcoeemda tnh!y ctrhuaetl's T htiorof gto o<t Blood • |