The Maya nation mourns—be thine the task
To see the culprit found—’tis all we ask.”
Aac’s features changed, with ardor he exclaimed—
“Not so! no blameless man shall be defamed
For what my passion wrought—all mine the guilt!
No clemency beg I—do as thou wilt.”
There spake Aac’s better self; just thought inbred
Outbreathed. With pity touched, Móo’s loathing fled.
Nor could a child of Can know aught of fear;
Aac boldly stood, the Pontiff’s word to hear.