Be cozened by thy guilty honesty,
To make thyself thy country's enemy.
_Aca_. I do not mean in the next fight to stain
My sword in blood of any Mexican,
But will be present in the fatal strife,
To guard Orazia's and the Inca's life.
_Mont_. Orazia's life, fond man! First guard thy
own;
Her safety she must owe to me alone.
_Aca_. Your sword, that does such wonders, cannot
be,
In an ill cause, secure of victory.
_Mont_. Hark, hark! [_Noise of trampling_.
_Aca_. What noise is this invades my ear?
Fly, Montezuma! fly, the guards are near:
To favour your retreat, I'll freely pay
That life, which you so frankly gave this day.
_Mont_. I must retire; but those, that follow me,
Pursue their deaths, and not their victory.
[_Exit_ MONT.
_Aca_. Our quarrels kinder than our friendships
prove:
You for my country fight, I for your love.
_Enter_ INCA _and Guards_.
_Inca_. I was to blame to leave this madman free;
Perhaps he may revolt to the enemy,
Or stay, and raise some fatal mutiny.
_Aca_. Stop your pursuits, for they must pass
through me.
_Inca_. Where is the slave?
_Aca_. Gone.
_Inca_. Whither?
_Aca_. O'er the plain;
Where he may soon the camp, or city, gain.
_Inca_. Curse on my dull neglect!
And yet I do less cause of wonder find,
That he is gone, than that thou stayest behind.
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