They break the truce, and sally out by night.
_Enter_ ORBELLAN, _flying in the dark, his sword
drawn_.
_Orb_. Betrayed! pursued! O, whither shall I fly?
See, see! the just reward of treachery!--
I'm sure among the tents, but know not where;
Even night wants darkness to secure my fear.
[_Comes near_ CORTEZ, _who hears him_.
_Cort_. Stand! who goes there?
_Orb_. Alas, what shall I say?--
[_Aside_.
A poor Taxallan that mistook his way,
And wanders in the terrors of the night.
_Cort_. Soldier, thou seem'st afraid; whence comes thy fright?
_Orb_. The insolence of Spaniards caused my fear,
Who in the dark pursued me entering here.
_Cort_. Their crimes shall meet immediate punishment,
But stay thou safe within the general's tent.
_Orb_. Still worse and worse.
_Cort_. Fear not, but follow me;
Upon my life I'll set thee safe and free.
[CORTEZ _leads him in, and returns.
To him_ VASQUEZ, PIZARRO, _and Spaniards with Torches_.
_Vasq_. O sir, thank heaven, and your brave Indian friend,
That you are safe; Orbellan did intend
This night to kill you sleeping in your tent:
But Guyomar his trusty slave has sent,
Who, following close his silent steps by night,
Till in our camp they both approached the light,
Cried-_Seize the traitor, seize the murtherer_!
The cruel villain fled I know not where;
But far he is not, for he this way bent.
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