Enter VASQUEZ, and two Spaniards.

Vasq.  Hold, Odmar, hold!  I come in happy time To hinder my misfortune, and your crime.

Odm.  You ill return the kindness I have shown.

Vasq.  Indian, I say, desist.

Odm.  Spaniard, be gone.

Vasq.  This lady I did for myself design:  Dare you attempt her honour, who is mine?

Odm.  You’re much mistaken; this is she, whom I
Did with my father’s loss, and country’s buy: 
She, whom your promise did to me convey,
When all things else were made your common prey.

Vasq.  That promise made, excepted one for me; One whom I still reserved, and this is she.

Odm.  This is not she; you cannot be so base.

Vasq.  I love too deeply to mistake the face:  The vanquished must receive the victor’s laws.

Odm.  If I am vanquished, I myself am cause.

Vasq.  Then thank yourself for what you undergo.

Odm.  Thus lawless might does justice overthrow.

Vasq.  Traitors, like you, should never justice name.

Odm.  You owe your triumphs to that traitor’s shame.  But to your general I’ll my right refer.

Vasq.  He never will protect a ravisher: 
His generous heart will soon decide our strife;
He to your brother will restore his wife. 
It rests we two our claim in combat try,
And that with this fair prize the victor fly.

Odm.  Make haste,
I cannot suffer to be long perplext;
Conquest is my first wish, and death my next. [They fight, the Spaniards and Indians fight.

Alib.  The gods the wicked by themselves o’erthrow: 
All fight against us now, and for us too! [Unbinds her husband.

[The two Spaniards and three Indians kill each other, VASQUEZ kills ODMAR, GUYOMAR runs to his brothers sword.

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.