Odm. Thus lawless might does justice overthrow.
Vasq. Traitors, like you, should never justice name.
Odm. You owe your triumphs to that traitor's shame. But to your general I'll my right refer.
Vasq. He never will protect a ravisher:
His generous heart will soon decide our strife;
He to your brother will restore his wife.
It rests we two our claim in combat try,
And that with this fair prize the victor fly.
Odm. Make haste, I cannot suffer to be long perplext; Conquest is my first wish, and death my next. [They fight, the Spaniards and Indians fight.
Alib. The gods the wicked by themselves o'erthrow: All fight against us now, and for us too! [Unbinds her husband.
[The two Spaniards and three Indians kill each other, VASQUEZ kills ODMAR, GUYOMAR runs to his brothers sword.
Vasq. Now you are mine; my greatest foe is slain. [To AL.
Guy. A greater still to vanquish does remain.
Vasq. Another yet! The wounds, I make, but sow new enemies, Which from their blood, like earth-born brethren, rise.