Enter ACACIS, Jailor, and Indian.
Jail. They are just gone, sir.
Aca. 'Tis well: Be faithful to my just design, And all thy prince's fortune shall be thine. [Exit ACACIS.
Ind. This shall to the empress. [Exit Indian.
Oraz. What can this mean!—
'Twas Prince Acacis, if I durst believe
My sight; but sorrow may like joy deceive:
Each object different from itself appears,
That comes not to the eyes, but through their tears.
Enter ACACIS, bringing in MONTEZUMA. Ha!—
Aca. Here, sir, wear this again;—[Gives a sword. Now follow me.
Mont. So, very good;— I dare not think, for I may guess amiss; None can deceive me while I trust in this. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter ORAZIA, conducted by two Indians with their swords drawn; MONTEZUMA, ACACIS whispering another Indian.