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joys and hopes away. Amexia, by the assistance of the night, When this dark deed was acted, took her flight; Only with true Garucca for her aid: Since when, for all the searches that were made, The queen was never heard of more: Yet still This traitor lives, and prospers by the ill: Nor does my mother seem to reign alone, But with this monster shares the guilt and throne. Horror choaks up my words: now you'll believe, 'Tis just I should do nothing else but grieve. _Mont_. Excellent prince! How great a proof of virtue have you shown, To be concerned for griefs, though not your own! _Aca_. Pray, say no more. _Enter a Messenger hastily_. _Mont_. How now, whither so fast? _Mess_. O sir, I come too slow with all my haste! The fair Orazia-- _Mont_. Ha, what dost thou say? _Mess_. Orazia with the Inca's forced away Out of your tent; Traxalla, in the head Of the rude soldiers, forced the door, and led, Those glorious captives, who on thrones once shined, To grace the triumph, that is now designed. [_Exit_. _Mont_. Orazia forced away!--what tempests roll About my thoughts, and toss my troubled soul! Can there be gods to see, and suffer this? Or does mankind make his own fate or bliss; While every good and bad happens by chance, Not from their orders, but their ignorance?-- I will pull a ruin on them all, And turn their triumph to a funeral. _Aca_. Be temperate, friend. _Mont_. You may as well advise That I should have less love, as grow more wise. _Aca_. Yet stay--I did not think to have revealed A secret, which my heart has still concealed; But, in this cause since I must share with you, 'Tis fit you know--I love Orazia too: Delay not then, nor waste the time in words, Orazia's cause calls only for our swords. _Mont_. That ties my hand, and turns from thee that rage Another way, thy blood should else assuage: The storm on our proud foes shall higher rise, And, changing, gather blackness as it flies: So, when winds turn, the wandering waves obey, And all the tempest rolls another way. _Aca_. Draw then a rival's sword, as I draw mine. And, like friends suddenly to part, let's join In this one act, to seek one destiny; Rivals with honour may together die. [_Exeunt_. ACT III. SCENE I. ZEMPOALLA _appears seated upon her Slaves in triumph, and the Indians, as to celebrate the victory, advance in a warlike dance; in the midst of which triumph_, ACACIS _and_ MONTEZUMA _fall in upo
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