_Guy_. Come, Alibech, let us from hence remove. This is a night of horror, not of love. From every part I hear a dreadful noise, The vanquished crying, and the victor's joys. I'll to my father's aid and country's fly, And succour both, or in their ruin die. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_A Prison_. MONTEZUMA, _Indian High Priest, bound_; PIZARRO, _Spaniards with swords drawn, a Christian Priest_. _Piz_. Thou hast not yet discovered all thy store. _Mont_. I neither can nor will discover more; The gods will punish you, if they be just; The gods will plague your sacrilegious lust. _Chr. Priest_. Mark how this impious heathen justifies His own false gods, and our true God denies: How wickedly he has refused his wealth, And hid his gold, from christian hands, by stealth: Down with him, kill him, merit heaven thereby. _Ind. High Pr_. Can heaven be author of such cruelty? _Piz_. Since neither threats nor kindness will prevail, We must by other means your minds assail; Fasten the engines; stretch 'em at their length, And pull the straitened cords with all your strength. [_They fasten them to the rack, and then pull them_. _Mont_. The gods, who made me once a king, shall know, I still am worthy to continue so: Though now the subject of your tyranny, I'll plague you worse than you can punish me. Know, I have gold, which you shall never find; No pains, no tortures, shall unlock my mind. _Chr. Pr_. Pull harder yet; he does not feel the rack. _Mont_. Pull 'till my veins break, and my sinews crack. _Ind. High Pr_. When will you end your barbarous cruelty? I beg not to escape, I beg to die. _Mont_. Shame on thy priesthood, that such prayers can bring! Is it not brave, to suffer with thy king? When monarchs suffer, gods themselves bear part; Then well mayest thou, who but my vassal art: I charge thee, dare not groan, nor shew one sign; Thou at thy torments dost the least repine. _Ind. High Pr_. You took an oath, when you received the crown, The heavens should pour their usual blessings down; The sun should shine, the earth its fruits produce, And nought be wanting to your subjects' use: Yet we with famine were opprest, and now Must to the yoke of cruel masters bow. _Mont_. If those above, who made the world, could be Forgetful of it, why then blamest thou me? _Chr. Pr_, Those pains, O prince, thou sufferest now, are light Compared to those, which, when thy soul takes flight, Immortal, endless, thou must then endure, Which death begins, and time can never cure. _Mont_. Thou art deceived; for whensoe'er I die, The Sun, my father, bears my soul on high: He lets me down a beam, and mounted there, He draws it back, and pulls me through the air: I in the eastern parts, and rising sky, You in heaven's downfal, and the west must lie. _Chr. Pr_. Fond man, by heathen ignorance misled, Thy soul destroying when thy body's dead: Change yet thy faith, and buy eternal rest. _Ind. High Pr_. Die in your own, for our belief is best.