[Exit.

Alarm.  Enter CORTEZ bloody.

Cort.  Furies pursue these false Taxallans’ flight;
Dare they be friends to us, and dare not fight? 
What friends can cowards be, what hopes appear
Of help from such, who, where they hate, show fear!

Enter PIZARRO and VASQUEZ.

Piz.  The field grows thin; and those, that now remain, Appear but like the shadows of the slain.

Vasq.  The fierce old king is vanished from the place, And, in a cloud of dust, pursues the chase.

Cort.  Their eager chase disordered does appear,
Command our horse to charge them in the rear:  [To PIZARRO. 
You to our old Castilian foot retire, [To VASQ. 
Who yet stand firm, and at their backs give fire. [Exeunt severally.

SCENE IV.

Enter ODMAR and GUTOMAR, meeting each other in the battle.

Odm.  Where hast thou been, since first the fight began, Thou less than woman in the shape of man?

Guy.  Where I have done what may thy envy move, Things worthy of my birth, and of my love.

Odm.  Two bold Taxallans with one dart I slew, And left it sticking ere my sword I drew.

Guy.  I sought not honour on so base a train,
Such cowards by our women may be slain;
I felled along a man of bearded face,
His limbs all covered with a shining case: 
So wondrous hard, and so secure of wound,
It made my sword, though edged with flint, re-bound.

Odm.  I killed a double man; the one half lay Upon the ground, the other ran away.

[Guns go off within.

Enter_ Montezuma, out of breath, with him Alibech, and an
Indian.

Mont.  All is lost!—­
Our foes with lightning and with thunder fight;
My men in vain shun death by shameful flight: 
For deaths invisible come winged with fire,
They hear a dreadful noise, and strait expire. 
Take, gods! that soul, ye did in spite create,
And made it great, to be unfortunate: 
Ill fate for me unjustly you provide,
Great souls are sparks of your own heavenly pride: 
That lust of power we from your godheads have,
You’re bound to please those appetites you gave.

Enter Vasquez and Pizarro, with Spaniards.

Vasq.  Pizarro, I have hunted hard to-day,
Into our toils, the noblest of the prey;
Seize on the king, and him your prisoner make,
While I, in kind revenge, my taker take.

[Pizarro, with two, goes to attack the king.  Vasquez, with another, to seize Alibech.

Guy.  Their danger is alike;—­whom shall I free?

Odm.  I’ll follow love!

Guy.  I’ll follow piety!

[Odmar retreats from Vasquez, with Alibech, off the stage; Guyomar fights for his father.