[CYDARIA _gets behind him_.
_Alm_. On him, or thee,--light vengeance any where
[_She stabs and hurts him_.
--What have I done? I see his blood appear!
_Cyd_. It streams, it streams from every vital part:
Was there no way but this to find his heart?
_Alm_. Ah! cursed woman, what was my design!
This weapon's point shall mix that blood with mine!
[_Goes to stab herself, and being within his reach
he snatches the dagger_.
_Cort_. Now neither life nor death are in your
power.
_Alm_. Then sullenly I'll wait my fatal hour.
_Enter_ VASQUEZ _and_ PIZARRO, _with drawn swords_.
_Vasq_. He lives, he lives.
_Cort_.--Unfetter me with speed;
Vasquez, I see you troubled that I bleed:
But 'tis not deep, our army I can head.
_Vasq_. You to a certain victory are led;
Your men, all armed, stand silently within:
I with your freedom did the work begin.
_Piz_. What friends we have, and how we came so strong,
We'll softly tell you as we march along.
_Cort_. In this safe place let me secure your fear:
[_To_ CYDARIA.
No clashing swords, no noise can enter here.
Amidst our arms as quiet you shall be,
As Halcyons brooding on a winter sea.
_Cyd_. Leave me not here alone, and full of fright,
Amidst the terrors of a dreadful night:
You judge, alas, my courage by your own;
I never durst in darkness be alone:
I beg, I throw me humbly at your feet.
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