Cort. Run, run behind me, there you may be sure, While I have life, I will your life secure. [CYDARIA gets behind him.
Alm. On him, or thee,—light vengeance any where [She stabs and hurts him. —What have I done? I see his blood appear!
Cyd. It streams, it streams from every vital part: Was there no way but this to find his heart?
Alm. Ah! cursed woman, what was my design! This weapon's point shall mix that blood with mine!
[Goes to stab herself, and being within his reach he snatches the dagger.
Cort. Now neither life nor death are in your power.
Alm. Then sullenly I'll wait my fatal hour.
Enter VASQUEZ and PIZARRO, with drawn swords.
Vasq. He lives, he lives.
Cort.—Unfetter me with speed; Vasquez, I see you troubled that I bleed: But 'tis not deep, our army I can head.