Guy. Spaniard, take breath: Some respite I'll afford, My cause is more advantage than your sword.
Vasq. Thou art so brave—could it with honour be, I'd seek thy friendship more than victory.
Guy. Friendship with him, whose hand did Odmar kill! Base as he was, he was my brother still: And since his blood has washed away his guilt. Nature asks thine for that which thou hast spilt. [They fight a little and breathe, ALIBECH takes up a sword and comes on.
Alib. My weakness may help something in the strife.
Guy. Kill not my honour to preserve my life:
[Staying her.
Rather than by thy aid I'll conquest gain,
Without defence I poorly will be slain.
[She goes back, they fight again, VASQUEZ falls.
Guy. Now, Spaniard, beg thy life, and thou shalt live.
Vasq. 'Twere vain to ask thee what thou canst not give; My breath goes out, and I am now no more; Yet her, I loved, in death I will adore. [Dies.
Guy. Come, Alibech, let us from hence remove.
This is a night of horror, not of love.
From every part I hear a dreadful noise,
The vanquished crying, and the victor's joys.
I'll to my father's aid and country's fly,
And succour both, or in their ruin die. [Exeunt.