_3 Mess_. Some foes are entered, but they are so few,
They only death, not victory, pursue.
_Orb_. Hark, hark, they shout!
From virtue's rules I do too meanly swerve,
I, by my courage, will your love deserve.
[_Exit_.
_Mont_. Here, in the heart of all the town, I'll stay;
And timely succour, where it wants, convey.
_A noise within. Enter_ ORBELLAN, _Indians driven
in_, CORTEZ _after them, and one or two Spaniards_.
_Cort_. He's found, he's found! degenerate coward, stay:
Night saved thee once, thou shalt not scape by day.
[_Kills_ ORBELLAN.
_Orb_. O, I am killed--
[_Dies_.
_Enter_ GUYOMAR _and_ ODMAR.
_Guy_. Yield, generous stranger, and preserve your life;
Why chuse you death in this unequal strife?
[_He is beset_.
[ALMERIA _and_ ALIBECH _fall on_ ORBELLAN'S _body_.
_Cort_. What nobler fate could any lover meet?
I fall revenged, and at my mistress' feet.
[_They fall on him, and bear him down_, GUYOMAR _takes his sword_.
_Alib_. He's past recovery; my dear brother's slain,
Fate's hand was in it, and my care is vain.
_Alm_. In weak complaints you vainly waste your breath:
They are not tears that can revenge his death.
Despatch the villain strait.
_Cort_. The villain's dead.
_Alm_. Give me a sword, and let me take his head.
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