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ince he's lost, let us draw forth, and pay His funeral rites in blood; that we or they May, in our fates, perform his obsequies, And make death triumph when Acacis dies. _Zemp_. That courage, thou hast shown in fight, seems less Than this, amidst despair to have excess: Let thy great deeds force fate to change her mind: He, that courts fortune boldly, makes her kind. _Trax_. If e'er Traxalla so successful proves, May he then say he hopes, as well as loves; And that aspiring passion boldly own, Which gave my prince his fate, and you his throne? I did not feel remorse to see his blood Flow from the spring of life into a flood; Nor did it look like treason, since to me You were a sovereign much more great than he. _Zemp_. He was my brother, yet I scorned to pay Nature's mean debts, but threw those bonds away; When his own issue did my hopes remove, Not only from his empire, but his love. You, that in all my wrongs then bore a part, Now need not doubt a place within my heart: I could not offer you my crown and bed, Till fame and envy with long time were dead; But fortune does now happily present Occasions, fit to second my intent. Your valour may regain the public love, And make the people's choice their queen's approve. [_Shout_. Hark, hark, what noise is this, that strikes my ear! _Trax_. 'Tis not a sound that should beget a fear; Such shouts as these have I heard often fly From conquering armies, crowned with victory. _Zemp_. Great God of vengeance, here I firmly vow, Make but my Mexicans successful now, And with a thousand feasts thy flames I'll feed; And that I take shall on the altars bleed; Princes themselves shall fall, and make thy shrine, Died with their blood, in glorious blushes shine. _Enter a Messenger_. _Trax_. How now! What news is this that makes thy haste a flight? _Mess_. Such as brings victory without a fight. The prince Acacis lives-- _Zemp_. Oh, I am blest!-- _Mess_. Reserve some joy till I have told the rest. He's safe, and only wants his liberty: But that great man, that carries victory Where'er he goes; that mighty man, by whom In three set battles we were overcome; Ill used (it seems) by his ungrateful king, Does to our camp his fate and valour bring. The troop gaze on him, as if some bright star Shot to their aids; call him the god of war: Whilst he, as if all conquest did of right Belong to him, bids them prepare to fight; Which if they should delay one
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