[_Exeunt_ MONTEZUMA, GUYOMAR _and_ ALIBECH.
_Odm_. Lost and undone! he had my father's voice,
And Alibech seemed pleased with her new choice:
Alas, it was not new! too late I see,
Since one she hated, that it must be me.
--I feel a strange temptation in my will
To do an action, great at once and ill:
Virtue, ill treated, from my soul is fled;
I by revenge and love am wholly led:
Yet conscience would against my rage rebel--
Conscience, the foolish pride of doing well!
Sink empire, father perish, brother fall,
Revenge does more than recompence you all.
Conduct the prisoners in.
_Enter_ VASQUEZ, _and_ PIZARRO.
Spaniards, you See your own deplored estate:
What dare you do to reconcile your fate?
_Vasq_. All that despair, with courage joined, can do.
_Odm_. An easy way to victory I'll shew;
When all are buried in their sleep or joy,
I'll give you arms, burn, ravish, and destroy;
For my own share one beauty I design;
Engage your honour that she shall be mine.
_Piz_. I gladly swear.
_Vasq_.--And I; but I request
That, in return, one, who has touched my breast,
Whose name I know not, may be given to me.
_Odm_. Spaniard, 'tis just; she's yours, whoe'er she
be.
_Vasq_. The night comes on: if fortune bless the bold,
I shall possess the beauty.
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