Xaira. (To the High-Priest.) Why do these strangers come hither?
High-Priest. Probably to attend the king when he goes to the sacrifice.
Xaira. Oh impious, to permit the presence of strangers at the celebration of our solemnities, perhaps only to make them the subject of their mockery.
High-Priest. Mockery!—No, that were to shew themselves fools, and I can rely upon that brave youth for not being guilty of any folly. Have you forgotten that our king is indebted to him for his life—that he has made the people of Quito the terror of their enemies since he taught them the mode of fighting practised in his country—that he has also instructed us in many useful arts of peace?
Xaira. Mere deception. He has only increased our wants.—We were much happier without him.
High-Priest. Discontented man!
Chamberlain. Gentlemen, do you know any news for the entertainment of the king?
One of the Company. None, excepting that old Telasco arrived here yesterday evening from his province.
Another. And has brought his son Zorai to present him to the Inca.