_Alm_. I am not that Almeria whom you knew, But want that pity I denied to you: Your conqueror, alas, has vanquished me; But he refuses his own victory: While all are captives in your conquered state, I find a wretched freedom in his hate. _Mont_. Couldst thou thy love on one who scorned thee lose? He saw not with my eyes, who could refuse: Him, who could prove so much unkind to thee, I ne'er will suffer to be kind to me. _Alm_. I am content in death to share your fate; And die for him I love, with him I hate. _Mont_. What shall I do in this perplexing strait! My tortured limbs refuse to bear my weight: [_Endeavouring to walk, not being able_. I cannot go to death to set me free; Death must be kind, and come himself to me. _Alm_. I've thought upon't: I have affairs below, [ALM. _musing_. Which I must needs despatch before I go: Sir, I have found a place where you may be, [_To him_. (Though not preserved) yet, like a king, die free; The general left your daughter in the tower, We may a while resist the Spaniards' power, If Guyomar prevail. _Mont_. Make haste and call; She'll hear your voice, and answer from the wall. _Alm_. My voice she knows and fears, but use your own; And, to gain entrance, feign you are alone. [ALM. _steps behind_. _Mont_. Cydaria! _Alm_. Louder. _Mont_. Daughter! _Alm_. Louder yet. _Mont_. Thou canst not, sure, thy father's voice forget. [_He knocks at the door, at last_ CYDARIA _looks over the balcony_. _Cyd_. Since my love went, I have been frighted so, With dismal groans, and noises from below; I durst not send my eyes abroad, for fear Of seeing dangers, which I yet but hear. _Mont_. Cydaria! _Cyd_. Sure, 'tis my father calls. _Mont_. Dear child, make haste; All hope of succour, but from thee, is past: As when, upon the sands, the traveller Sees the high sea come rolling from afar, The land grow short, he mends his weary pace, While death behind him covers all the place: So I, by swift misfortunes, am pursued, Which on each other are, like waves, renewed. _Cyd_. Are you alone? _Mont_. I am. _Cyd_. I'll strait descend; Heaven did you here for both our safeties send. [CYDARIA _descends and opens the door_, ALMERIA _rushes betwixt with_ MONTEZUMA. _Cyd_. Almeria here! then I am lost again. [_Both thrust_. _Alm_. Yield to my strength, you struggle but in vain. Make haste and shut, our enemies appear. [CORTEZ _and Spaniards appear at the other end_. _Cyd_. Then do you enter, and let me stay here. [_As she speaks,_ ALMERIA _overpowers her, thrusts her in, and shuts_. _Cort_. Sure I both heard her voice and saw her face: She's like a vision vanished from the place. Too late I find my absence was too long; My hopes grow sickly, and my fears grow strong. [_He knocks a little, then_ MONTEZUMA, CYDARIA, _and_ ALMERIA, _appear above_. _Alm_. Look up, look up, and see if you can know Those, whom in vain you think to find below. _Cyd_. Look up, and see Cydaria's lost estate.