Cyd.  Fate makes you deaf, while I in vain implore;—­
My heart forebodes, I ne’er shall see you more: 
I have but one request,—­when I am dead,
Let not my rival to your love succeed.

Cort.  Fate will be kinder than your fears foretell; Farewell, my dear.

Cyd.—­A long and last farewell: 
—­So eager to employ the cruel sword? 
Can you not one, not one last look afford!

Cort.  I melt to womanish tears, and if I stay,
I find my love, my courage will betray;
Yon tower will keep you safe, but be so kind
To your own life, that none may entrance find.

Cyd.  Then lead me there.—­[He leads her. 
For this one minute of your company,
I go, methinks, with some content to die.

[Exeunt CORTEZ, VASQUEZ, PIZARRO, and CYDARIA.

Alm.  Farewell, O too much lov’d, since lov’d in vain! 
What dismal fortune does for me remain! 
Night and despair my fatal footsteps guide;
That chance may give the death which he denied. [Exit.

CORTEZ, VASQUEZ, PIZARRO, and SPANIARDS return again.

Cort.  All I hold dear I trust to your defence; [To Piz. 
Guard her, and on your life, remove not hence. [Exeunt CORTEZ and VASQUEZ.
Piz.  I’ll venture that.—­
The Gods are good; I’ll leave her to their care,
Steal from my post, and in the plunder share. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I.—­A chamber royal, an Indian hammock discovered in it.

Enter ODMAR with soldiers, GUYOMAR, and ALIBECH bound.

Odm.  Fate is more just than you to my desert, And in this act you blame, heaven takes my part.

Guy.  Can there be gods, and no revenge provide?

Odm.  The gods are ever of the conquering side:  She’s now my queen; the Spaniards have agreed, I to my father’s empire shall succeed.

Alib.  How much I crowns contemn, I let thee see, Chusing the younger, and refusing thee.

Guy.  Were she ambitious, she’d disdain to own The pageant pomp of such a servile throne; A throne, which thou by parricide dost gain, And by a base submission must retain.

Alib.  I loved thee not before; but, Odmar, know, That now I hate thee, and despise thee too.

Odm.  With too much violence you crimes pursue,
Which if I acted, ’twas for love of you. 
This, if it teach not love, may teach you fear: 
I brought not sin so far, to stop it here. 
Death in a lover’s mouth would sound but ill: 
But know, I either must enjoy, or kill.

Alib.  Bestow, base man, thy idle threats elsewhere,
My mother’s daughter knows not how to fear. 
Since, Guyomar, I must not be thy bride,
Death shall enjoy what is to thee denied.