Alib.  Orbellan, though my brother, did disgrace,
With treacherous deeds, our mighty mother’s race;
And to revenge his blood, so justly spilt,
What is it less than to partake his guilt? 
Though my proud sister to revenge incline,
I to my country’s good my own resign.

Odm.  To save our lives, our freedom I betray—­
Yet, since I promised it, I will obey;
I’ll not my shame nor your commands dispute;
You shall behold your empire’s absolute. [Exit.

Alib.  I should have thanked him for his speedy grant,
And yet, I know not how, fit words I want: 
Sure I am grown distracted in my mind;—­
That joy, this grant should bring, I cannot find: 
The one, denying, vexed my soul before;
And this, obeying, has disturbed me more: 
The one, with grief, and slowly, did refuse,
The other, in his grant, much haste did use: 
—­He used too much—­and, granting me so soon,
He has the merit of the gift undone: 
Methought with wondrous ease he swallowed down
His forfeit honour, to betray the town: 
My inward choice was Guyomar before,
But now his virtue has confirmed me more—­
I rave, I rave, for Odmar will obey,
And then my promise must my choice betray. 
Fantastic honour, thou hast framed a toil
Thyself, to make thy love thy virtue’s spoil. [Exit.

SCENE III.

A pleasant grotto discovered; in it a fountain spouting; round about it Vasquez, Pizarro, and other Spaniards, lying carelessly unarmed, and by them many Indian women, one of which sings the following song.

SONG.

Ah fading joy! how quickly art thou past! 
Yet we thy ruin haste. 
As if the cares of human life were few,
We seek out new: 
And follow fate, which would too fast pursue.

See, how on every bough the birds express,
In their sweet notes, their happiness. 
They all enjoy, and nothing spare;
But on their mother nature lay their care: 
Why then should man, the lord of all below,
Such troubles chuse to know,
As none of all his subjects undergo?

Hark, hark, the waters, fall, fall, fall,
And with a murmuring sound
Dash, dash, upon the ground,
To gentle slumbers call.

After the song two Spaniards arise, and dance a saraband with castanietas:  At the end of which Guyomar and his Indians enter, and, ere the Spaniards can recover their swords, seize them.

Guy.  Those, whom you took without, in triumph bring; But see these strait conducted to the king.

Piz.  Vasquez, what now remains in these extremes?

Vasq.  Only to wake us from our golden dreams.

Piz.  Since by our shameful conduct we have lost
Freedom, wealth, honour, which we value most,
I wish they would our lives a period give: 
They live too long, who happiness out-live.