And it shall have;
But two days respite for his life I crave:
If in that space you not more gentle prove,
I'll give a fatal proof how well I love.
'Till when, you, Guyomar, your prisoner take;
Bestow him in the castle on the lake:
In that small time I shall the conquest gain
Of these few sparks of virtue which remain;
Then all, who shall my headlong passion see,
Shall curse my crimes, and yet shall pity me.
[_Exeunt_.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.--_A prison_.
_Enter_ ALMERIA _and an Indian; they speak entering_.
_Ind_. A dangerous proof of my respect I show.
_Alm_. Fear not, Prince Guyomar shall never know:
While he is absent let us not delay;
Remember 'tis the king thou dost obey.
_Ind_. See where he sleeps.
[CORTEZ _appears chained and laid asleep_.
_Alm_.--Without, my coming wait;
And, on thy life, secure the prison gate.
[_Exit Indian_.
[_She plucks out a dagger, and approaches him_.
Spaniard, awake: thy fatal hour is come:
Thou shalt not at such ease receive thy doom.
Revenge is sure, though sometimes slowly paced:
Awake, awake, or, sleeping, sleep thy last.
_Cort_. Who names revenge?
_Alm_.--Look up, and thou shalt see.
_Cort_. I cannot fear so fair an enemy.
_Alm_. No aid is nigh, nor canst thou make defence:
Whence can thy courage come?
_Cort_.
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