[_He turns from her_.
Your guilty kindness why do you misplace?
'Tis meant to him, he is your private choice;
I was made yours but by the public voice.
And now you leave me with a poor pretence,
That your ill act is for my life's defence.
_Alib_. Since there remains no other means to try,
Think I am false; I cannot see you die.
_Guy_. To give for me both life and honour too,
Is more, perhaps, than I could give for you.
You have done much to cure my jealousy,
But cannot perfect it unless both die!
For since both cannot live, who stays behind
Must be thought fearful, or, what's worse, unkind.
_Alib_. I never could propose that death you chuse;
But am, like you, too jealous to refuse.
[_Embracing him_.
Together dying, we together show
That both did pay that faith, which both did owe.
_Odm_. It then remains I act my own design:
Have you your wills, but I will first have mine.
Assist me, soldiers--
[_They go to bind her: She cries out_.
_Enter_ VASQUEZ, _and two Spaniards_.
_Vasq_. Hold, Odmar, hold! I come in happy time
To hinder my misfortune, and your crime.
_Odm_. You ill return the kindness I have shown.
_Vasq_. Indian, I say, desist.
_Odm_. Spaniard, be gone.
_Vasq_. This lady I did for myself design:
Dare you attempt her honour, who is mine?
_Odm_.
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