ACT II. SCENE I.
Enter INCA and ORAZIA, as pursued in a battle.
Oraz. O fly, sir, fly; like torrents your swift foes Come rolling on—
Inca. The gods can but destroy. The noblest way to fly is that death shows; I'll court her now, since victory's grown coy.
Oraz. Death's winged to your pursuit, and yet you wait To meet her—
Inca. Poor Orazia, time and fate Must once o'ertake me, though I now should fly.
Oraz. Do not meet death; but when it comes, then die.
Enter three Soldiers.
3 Sold. Stand, sir, and yield yourself, and that fair prey.
Inca. You speak to one, unpractised to obey.