Cort.  To make me happier than that wish can do,
Lies not in all your Gods to grant, but you;
Let this fair princess but one minute stay,
A look from her will your obligements pay.

[Exeunt MONTEZUMA, ODMAR, GUYOMAR, ORBELLAN, ALMERIA, and ALIBECH.

Mont. to Cyd.  Your duty in your quick return be shewn.—­ Stay you, and wait my daughter to the town. [To his guards.

[CYDARIA is going, but turns and looks back upon CORTEZ, who is looking on her all this while.

Cyd.  My father’s gone, and yet I cannot go; Sure I have something lost or left behind!

[Aside.

Cort.  Like travellers who wander in the snow, I on her beauty gaze ’till I am blind.

[Aside.

Cyd.  Thick breath, quick pulse, and heaving of my heart,
All signs of some unwonted change appear: 
I find myself unwilling to depart,
And yet I know not why I would be here. 
Stranger, you raise such torments in my breast,
That when I go, (if I must go again)
I’ll tell my father you have robbed my rest,
And to him of your injuries complain.

Cort.  Unknown, I swear, those wrongs were which I wrought,
But my complaints will much more just appear,
Who from another world my freedom brought,
And to your conquering eyes have lost it here.

Cyd.  Where is that other world, from whence you came?

Cort.  Beyond the ocean, far from hence it lies.

Cyd.  Your other world, I fear, is then the same,
That souls must go to when the body dies. 
But what’s the cause that keeps you here with me,
That I may know what keeps me here with you?

Cort.  Mine is a love which must perpetual be, If you can be so just as I am true.

Enter ORBELLAN.

Orb.  Your father wonders much at your delay.

Cyd.  So great a wonder for so small a stay!

Orb.  He has commanded you with me to go.

Cyd.  Has he not sent to bring the stranger too?

Orb.  If he to-morrow dares in fight appear, His high-placed love perhaps may cost him dear.

Cort.  Dares!—­that word was never spoke to Spaniard yet,
But forfeited his life, who gave him it;
Haste quickly with thy pledge of safety hence,
Thy guilt’s protected by her innocence.

Cyd.  Sure in some fatal hour my love was born, So soon o’ercast with absence in the morn!

Cort.  Turn hence those pointed glories of your eyes;
For if more charms beneath those circles rise,
So weak my virtue, they so strong appear,
I shall turn ravisher to keep you here.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.—­The Magician’s Cave.