_Mont_. Orbellan, welcome; you are early here, A bridegroom's haste does in your looks appear. [ALMERIA _aside to her brother_. _Alm_. Betrayed! no, 'twas thy cowardice and fear; He had not 'scaped with life, had I been there: But since so ill you act a brave design, Keep close your shame;--fate makes the next turn mine. _Enter_ ALIBECH _and_ CYDARIA. _Alib_. O sir, if ever pity touched your breast, Let it be now to your own blood exprest: In tears your beauteous daughter drowns her sight, Silent as dews that fall in dead of night. _Cyd_. To your commands I strict obedience owe, And my last act of it I come to show: I want the heart to die before your eyes, But grief will finish that which fear denies. _Alm_. Your will should by your father's precept move. _Cyd_. When he was young, he taught me truth in love. _Alm_. He found more love than he deserved, 'tis true, And that, it seems, is lucky too to you; Your father's folly took a headstrong course, But I'll rule yours, and teach you love by force. _Enter Messenger_. _Mess_. Arm, arm, O king! the enemy comes on, A sharp assault already is begun; Their murdering guns play fiercely on the walls. _Odm_. Now, rival, let us run where honour calls. _Guy_. I have discharged what gratitude did owe, And the brave Spaniard is again my foe. [_Exeunt_ ODMAR _and_ GUYOMAR. _Mont_. Our walls are high, and multitudes defend: Their vain attempt must in their ruin end; The nuptials with my presence shall be graced. _Alib_. At least but stay 'till the assault be past. _Alm_. Sister, in vain you urge him to delay, The king has promised, and he shall obey. _Enter second Messenger_. _2 Mess_. From several parts the enemy's repelled, One only quarter to the assault does yield. _Enter third Messenger_. _3 Mess_. Some foes are entered, but they are so few, They only death, not victory, pursue. _Orb_. Hark, hark, they shout! From virtue's rules I do too meanly swerve, I, by my courage, will your love deserve. [_Exit_. _Mont_. Here, in the heart of all the town, I'll stay; And timely succour, where it wants, convey. _A noise within. Enter_ ORBELLAN, _Indians driven in_, CORTEZ _after them, and one or two Spaniards_. _Cort_. He's found, he's found! degenerate coward, stay: Night saved thee once, thou shalt not scape by day. [_Kills_ ORBELLAN. _Orb_. O, I am killed-- [_Dies_. _Enter_ GUYOMAR _and_ ODMAR. _Guy_. Yield, generous stranger, and preserve your life; Why chuse you death in this unequal strife? [_He is beset_. [ALMERIA _and_ ALIBECH _fall on_ ORBELLAN'S _body_. _Cort_. What nobler fate could any lover meet? I fall revenged, and at my mistress' feet. [_They fall on him, and bear him down_, GUYOMAR _takes his sword_. _Alib_. He's past recovery; my dear brother's slain, Fate's hand was in it, and my care is vain. _Alm_. In weak complaints you vainly waste your breath: They are not tears that can revenge his death. Despatch the villain strait. _Cort_. The villain's dead.