[_Spaniards are led out_.
_1 Ind_. See, sir, how quickly your success is spread;
The king comes marching in the army's head.
_Enter Montezuma, Alibech, Odmar discontented_.
_Mont_. Now all the Gods reward and bless my son. [_Embracing_.
Thou hast this day thy father's youth outdone.
_Alib_. Just heaven all happiness upon him shower,
Till it confess its will beyond its power.
_Guy_. The heavens are kind, the Gods propitious
be,
I only doubt a mortal deity:
I neither fought for Conquest, nor for fame,
Your love alone can recompence my flame.
_Alib_. I gave my love to the most brave in war;
But that the king must judge.
_Mont_.--'Tis Guyomar.
[_Soldiers shout_, A Guyomar, &c.
_Mont_. This day your nuptials we will celebrate;
But guard these haughty captives 'till their fate:
Odmar, this night to keep them be your care,
To-morrow for their sacrifice prepare.
_Alib_. Blot not your conquest with your cruelty.
_Mont_. Fate says, we are not safe unless they die:
The spirit, that foretold this happy day,
Bid me use caution and avoid delay:
Posterity be juster to my fame;
Nor call it murder, when each private man
In his defence may justly do the same:
But private persons more than monarchs can:
All weigh our acts, and whate'er seems unjust,
Impute not to necessity, but lust.
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