_Aca_. But that you may be so-- Your dangers must be past before I go. Fierce Montezuma will for fight prepare, And bend on you the fury of the war, Which, by my presence, I will turn away, If fortune gives my Mexicans the day. _Inca_. Come, then, we are alike to honour just, Thou to be trusted thus, and I to trust. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_Mexico_. _Enter_ ZEMPOALLA, TRAXALLA, _and attendants_. _Zemp_. O my Acacis! Does not my grief, Traxalla, seem too rude, Thus to press out before my gratitude Has paid my debts to you?--yet it does move My rage and grief, to see those powers above Punish such men, as, if they be divine, They know will most adore, and least repine. _Trax_. Those, that can only mourn when they are crost, May lose themselves with grieving for the lost. Rather to your retreated troops appear, And let them see a woman void of fear: The shame of that may call their spirits home. Were the prince safe, we were not overcome, Though we retired: O, his too youthful heat, That thrust him where the dangers were so great! Heaven wanted power his person to protect From that, which he had courage to neglect: But since he's lost, let us draw forth, and pay His funeral rites in blood; that we or they May, in our fates, perform his obsequies, And make death triumph when Acacis dies. _Zemp_. That courage, thou hast shown in fight, seems less Than this, amidst despair to have excess: Let thy great deeds force fate to change her mind: He, that courts fortune boldly, makes her kind. _Trax_. If e'er Traxalla so successful proves, May he then say he hopes, as well as loves; And that aspiring passion boldly own, Which gave my prince his fate, and you his throne? I did not feel remorse to see his blood Flow from the spring of life into a flood; Nor did it look like treason, since to me You were a sovereign much more great than he. _Zemp_. He was my brother, yet I scorned to pay Nature's mean debts, but threw those bonds away; When his own issue did my hopes remove, Not only from his empire, but his love. You, that in all my wrongs then bore a part, Now need not doubt a place within my heart: I could not offer you my crown and bed, Till fame and envy with long time were dead; But fortune does now happily present Occasions, fit to second my intent. Your valour may regain the public love, And make the people's choice their queen's approve. [_Shout_. Hark, hark, what noise is this, that strikes my ear! _Trax_. 'Tis not a sound that should beget a fear; Such shouts as these have I heard often fly From conquering armies, crowned with victory. _Zemp_. Great God of vengeance, here I firmly vow, Make but my Mexicans successful now, And with a thousand feasts thy flames I'll feed; And that I take shall on the altars bleed; Princes themselves shall fall, and make thy shrine, Died with their blood, in glorious blushes shine. _Enter a Messenger_. _Trax_. How now! What news is this that makes thy haste a flight?