Trax. No: but from whence is all this passion grown?
Zemp. 'Twas a mistake.
Trax. I find this rash unknown Is dangerous; and, if not timely slain, May plunge your empire in new wars again.
Zemp. Thank ye; I shall consider.
Trax. Is that all?
The army doat on him, already call
You cruel; and, for aught I know, they may
By force unchain, and crown him in a day.
Zemp. You say, I have already had their curse For his bad usage; should I use him worse?
Trax. Yet once you feared his reputation might Obscure the prince's in the people's sight.
Zemp. Time will inform us best what course to
steer,
But let us not our sacred vows defer:
The Inca and his daughter both shall die.
Trax. He suffers justly for the war; but why Should she share his sad fate? A poor pretence, That birth should make a crime of innocence.
Zemp. Yet we destroy the poisonous viper's young, Not for themselves, but those from whom they sprung.