Trax. To my new prince I thus my homage pay; Your reign is short, young king—
Zemp. Traxalla, stay— 'Tis to my hand that he must owe his fate, I will revenge at once my love and hate.
[She sets a dagger to MONTEZUMA'S breast.
Trax. Strike, strike, the conquering enemy is near. My guards are passed, while you detain me here.
Zemp. Die then, ungrateful, die; Amexia's son
Shall never triumph on Acacis' throne.
Thy death must my unhappy flames remove:
Now where is thy defence—against my love?
[She cuts the cords, and gives him the dagger.
Trax. Am I betrayed? [He draws and thrusts at MONTEZUMA, he puts it by and kills him.
Mont. So may all rebels die: This end has treason joined with cruelty.
Zemp. Live thou whom I must love, and yet must hate; She gave thee life, who knows it brings her fate.
Mont. Life is a trifle which I would not take,
But for Orazia's and her father's sake:
Now, Inca, hate me, if thou canst; for he,
Whom thou hast scorned, will die, or rescue thee.