Vasq. Only to wake us from our golden dreams.
Piz. Since by our shameful conduct we have lost
Freedom, wealth, honour, which we value most,
I wish they would our lives a period give:
They live too long, who happiness out-live.
[Spaniards are led out.
1 Ind. See, sir, how quickly your success is spread; The king comes marching in the army's head.
Enter Montezuma, Alibech, Odmar discontented.
Mont. Now all the Gods reward and bless my son. [Embracing. Thou hast this day thy father's youth outdone.
Alib. Just heaven all happiness upon him shower, Till it confess its will beyond its power.
Guy. The heavens are kind, the Gods propitious
be,
I only doubt a mortal deity:
I neither fought for Conquest, nor for fame,
Your love alone can recompence my flame.
Alib. I gave my love to the most brave in war; But that the king must judge.
Mont.—'Tis Guyomar.