Cort. The bloodiest vengeance, which she could pursue, Would be a trifle to my loss of you.
Cyd. Your change was wise: for, had she been denied,
A swift revenge had followed from her pride:
You from my gentle nature had no fears,
All my revenge is only in my tears.
Cort. Can you imagine I so mean could prove, To save my life by changing of my love?
Cyd. Since death is that which naturally we shun, You did no more than I, perhaps, had done.
Cort. Make me not doubt, fair soul, your constancy; You would have died for love, and so would I.
Alm. You may believe him; you have seen it proved.
Cort. Can I not gain belief how I have loved? What can thy ends, malicious beauty, be: Can he, who kill'd thy brother, live for thee?
[A noise of clashing of swords. [VASQUEZ within, Indians against him.
Vasq. Yield, slaves, or die; our swords shall force our way.
[Within.
Ind. We cannot, though o'er-powered, our trust betray.
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