You're much mistaken; this is she, whom I
Did with my father's loss, and country's buy:
She, whom your promise did to me convey,
When all things else were made your common prey.
_Vasq_. That promise made, excepted one for me;
One whom I still reserved, and this is she.
_Odm_. This is not she; you cannot be so base.
_Vasq_. I love too deeply to mistake the face:
The vanquished must receive the victor's laws.
_Odm_. If I am vanquished, I myself am cause.
_Vasq_. Then thank yourself for what you undergo.
_Odm_. Thus lawless might does justice overthrow.
_Vasq_. Traitors, like you, should never justice name.
_Odm_. You owe your triumphs to that traitor's shame.
But to your general I'll my right refer.
_Vasq_. He never will protect a ravisher:
His generous heart will soon decide our strife;
He to your brother will restore his wife.
It rests we two our claim in combat try,
And that with this fair prize the victor fly.
_Odm_. Make haste,
I cannot suffer to be long perplext;
Conquest is my first wish, and death my next.
[_They fight, the Spaniards and Indians fight_.
_Alib_. The gods the wicked by themselves o'erthrow:
All fight against us now, and for us too!
[_Unbinds her husband_.
[_The two Spaniards and three Indians kill each
other,_ VASQUEZ _kills_ ODMAR, GUYOMAR _runs
to his brothers sword_.
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