_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_. _Guy_. Fly, sir! while I give back that life you gave; Mine is well lost, if I your life can save. [Montezuma _fights off_; Guyomar, _making his retreat, stays_. _Guy_. Tis more than man can do to scape them all; Stay, let me see where noblest I may fall. [_He runs at_ Vasquez, _is seized behind and taken_. _Vasq_. Conduct him off, And give command, he strictly guarded be. _Guy_. In vain are guards, death sets the valiant free. [_Exit_ Guyomar, _with guards_. _Vasq_. A glorious day! and bravely was it fought; Great fame our general in great dangers sought; From his strong arm I saw his rival run, And, in a crowd, the unequal combat shun. _Enter_ Cortez _leading_ Cydaria, _who seems crying and begging of him_. _Cort_. Man's force is fruitless, and your gods would fail To save the city, but your tears prevail; I'll of my fortune no advantage make, Those terms, they had once given, they still may take. _Cyd_. Heaven has of right all victory designed, Where boundless power dwells in a will confined; Your Spanish honour does the world excel. _Cort_. Our greatest honour is in loving well. _Cyd_. Strange ways you practise there, to win a heart; Here love is nature, but with you 'tis art.