[_Exit_ TRAX.
_Mont_. How gentle all this prince's actions be!
Virtue is calm in him, but rough in me.
_Aca_. Can Montezuma place me in his breast?
_Mont_. My heart's not large enough for such a guest.
_Aca_. See, Montezuma, see, Orazia weeps.
[ORAZ. _weeps_.
_Mont_. Acacis! is he deaf, or, waking, sleeps?
He does not hear me, sees me not, nor moves;
How firm his eyes are on Orazia fixt!
Gods, that take care of men, let not our loves
Become divided by their being mixt.
_Aca_. Weep not, fair princess, nor believe you are
A prisoner, subject to the chance of war;
Why should you waste the stock of those fair eyes,
That from mankind can take their liberties?
And you, great sir, think not a generous mind
To virtuous princes dares appear unkind,
Because those princes are unfortunate,
Since over all men hangs a doubtful fate:
One gains by what another is bereft;
The frugal deities have only left
A common bank of happiness below,
Maintained, like nature, by an ebb and flow.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE II.
ZEMPOALLA _appears seated upon a throne, frowning
upon her attendants; then comes down and speaks.
Zemp_. No more, you, that above your prince's
dare proclaim,
With your rebellious breath, a stranger's name.
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