_Odm_. It then remains I act my own design: Have you your wills, but I will first have mine. Assist me, soldiers-- [_They go to bind her: She cries out_. _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. [_She goes back, they fight again_, VASQUEZ _falls_. _Guy_. Now, Spaniard, beg thy life, and thou shalt live. _Vasq_. 'Twere vain to ask thee what thou canst not give; My breath goes out, and I am now no more; Yet her, I loved, in death I will adore. [_Dies_.