_Alm_. 'Tis past! In thy loved bosom let me breathe my last. Here, in this one short moment that I live, I have whate'er the longest life could give. [_Dies_. _Cort_. Farewell, thou generous maid: Even victory, Glad as it is, must lend some tears to thee; Many I dare not shed, lest you believe [_To_ CYD. I joy in you less than for her I grieve. _Cyd_. But are you sure she's dead? I must embrace you fast, before I know, Whether my life be yet secure, or no: Some other hour I will to tears allow, But, having you, can shew no sorrow now. _Enter_ GUYOMAR _and_ ALIBECH _bound, with Soldiers_. _Cort_. Prince Guyomar in bonds! O friendship's shame! It makes me blush to own a victor's name. [_Unbinds him,_ CYDARIA, ALIBECH. _Cyd_. See, Alibech, Almeria lies there; But do not think 'twas I that murdered her. [ALIBECH _kneels, and kisses her dead sister_. _Cort_. Live, and enjoy more than your conqueror: [_To_ GUYOMAR. Take all my love, and share in all my power. _Guy_. Think me not proudly rude, if I forsake Those gifts I cannot with my honour take: I for my country fought, and would again, Had I yet left a country to maintain: But since the gods decreed it otherwise, I never will on its dear ruins rise. _Alib_. Of all your goodness leaves to our dispose, Our liberty's the only gift we chuse: Absence alone can make our sorrows less; And not to see what we can ne'er redress. _Guy_. Northward, beyond the mountains, we will go, Where rocks lie covered with eternal snow, Thin herbage in the plains and fruitless fields, The sand no gold, the mine no silver yields: There love and freedom we'll in peace enjoy; No Spaniards will that colony destroy. We to ourselves will all our wishes grant; And, nothing coveting, can nothing want. _Cort_. First your great father's funeral pomp provide: That done, in peace your generous exiles guide; While I loud thanks pay to the powers above, Thus doubly blest, with conquest, and with love. [_Exeunt_. EPILOGUE BY A MERCURY.