_Vasq_. Now you are mine; my greatest foe is slain.
[_To_ AL.
_Guy_. A greater still to vanquish does remain.
_Vasq_. Another yet!
The wounds, I make, but sow new enemies,
Which from their blood, like earth-born brethren, rise.
_Guy_. Spaniard, take breath: Some respite I'll afford,
My cause is more advantage than your sword.
_Vasq_. Thou art so brave--could it with honour be,
I'd seek thy friendship more than victory.
_Guy_. Friendship with him, whose hand did Odmar kill!
Base as he was, he was my brother still:
And since his blood has washed away his guilt.
Nature asks thine for that which thou hast spilt.
[_They fight a little and breathe_, ALIBECH _takes
up a sword and comes on_.
_Alib_. My weakness may help something in the strife.
_Guy_. Kill not my honour to preserve my life:
[_Staying her_.
Rather than by thy aid I'll conquest gain,
Without defence I poorly will be slain.
[_She goes back, they fight again_, VASQUEZ _falls_.
_Guy_. Now, Spaniard, beg thy life, and thou shalt live.
_Vasq_. 'Twere vain to ask thee what thou canst not give;
My breath goes out, and I am now no more;
Yet her, I loved, in death I will adore. [_Dies_.
_Guy_. Come, Alibech, let us from hence remove.
This is a night of horror, not of love.
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