Guy. Where I have done what may thy envy move, Things worthy of my birth, and of my love.
Odm. Two bold Taxallans with one dart I slew, And left it sticking ere my sword I drew.
Guy. I sought not honour on so base a train,
Such cowards by our women may be slain;
I felled along a man of bearded face,
His limbs all covered with a shining case:
So wondrous hard, and so secure of wound,
It made my sword, though edged with flint, re-bound.
Odm. I killed a double man; the one half lay Upon the ground, the other ran away.
[_Guns go off within.
Enter_ Montezuma, out of breath, with him Alibech, and an
Indian.
Mont. All is lost!—
Our foes with lightning and with thunder fight;
My men in vain shun death by shameful flight:
For deaths invisible come winged with fire,
They hear a dreadful noise, and strait expire.
Take, gods! that soul, ye did in spite create,
And made it great, to be unfortunate:
Ill fate for me unjustly you provide,
Great souls are sparks of your own heavenly pride:
That lust of power we from your godheads have,
You're bound to please those appetites you gave.
Enter Vasquez and Pizarro, with Spaniards.
Vasq. Pizarro, I have hunted hard to-day,
Into our toils, the noblest of the prey;
Seize on the king, and him your prisoner make,
While I, in kind revenge, my taker take.
[Pizarro, with two, goes to attack the king. Vasquez, with another, to seize Alibech.