Mont. Be cozened by thy guilty honesty, To make thyself thy country's enemy.
Aca. I do not mean in the next fight to stain
My sword in blood of any Mexican,
But will be present in the fatal strife,
To guard Orazia's and the Inca's life.
Mont. Orazia's life, fond man! First guard thy own; Her safety she must owe to me alone.
Aca. Your sword, that does such wonders, cannot be, In an ill cause, secure of victory.
Mont. Hark, hark! [Noise of trampling.
Aca. What noise is this invades my ear?
Fly, Montezuma! fly, the guards are near:
To favour your retreat, I'll freely pay
That life, which you so frankly gave this day.
Mont. I must retire; but those, that follow me, Pursue their deaths, and not their victory.
[Exit MONT.
Aca. Our quarrels kinder than our friendships prove: You for my country fight, I for your love.
Enter INCA and Guards.