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godheads quickly to your aid, And presently compose a charm, that may Love's flames into the stranger's breast convey, The captive stranger, he whose sword and eyes Wheree'er they strike, meet ready victories: Make him but burn for me, in flames like mine, Victims shall bleed, and feasted altars shine: If not-- Down go your temples, and your gods shall see They have small use of their divinity. [_Exeunt_. ACT IV. SCENE I.--_The scene opens, and discovers_ MONTEZUMA _sleeping in prison_. _Enter_ TRAXALLA _leading in_ ORAZIA. _Trax_. Now take your choice, and bid him live or die; To both shew pity, or shew cruelty: 'Tis you that must condemn, I'll only act; Your sentence is more cruel than my fact. _Oraz_. You are most cruel, to disturb a mind, Which to approaching fate was so resigned. _Trax_. Reward my passion, and you'll quickly prove There's none dare sacrifice what I dare love. Next to thee, stranger; wake, and now resign The bold pretences of thy love to mine, Or in this fatal minute thou shalt find-- _Mont_. Death, fool; in that thou may'st be just and kind: 'Twas I that loved Orazia, yet did raise The storm, in which she sinks: Why dost thou gaze, Or stay thy hand from giving that just stroke, Which, rather than prevent, I would provoke? When I am dead, Orazia may forgive; She never must, if I dare wish to live. _Oraz_. Hold, hold--O Montezuma, can you be So careless of yourself, but more of me? Though you have brought me to this misery, I blush to say I cannot see you die. _Mont_. Can my approaching fate such pity move? The gods and you at once forgive and love. _Trax_. Fond fool, thus to mis-spend that little breath I lent thee to prevent, not hasten, death: Let her thank you she was unfortunate, And you thank her for pulling on your fate; Prove to each other your own destinies. [_Draws_. _Enter_ ZEMPOALLA _hastily, and sets a dagger to_ ORAZIA'S _breast._ _Zemp_. Hold, hold, Traxalla, or Orazia dies.-- O, is't Orazia's name that makes you stay? 'Tis her great power, not mine, that you obey. Inhuman wretch, dar'st thou the murderer be Of him, that is not yet condemned by me? _Trax_. The wretch, that gave you all the power you have, May venture sure to execute a slave; And quench a flame your fondness would have burn, Which may this city into ashes turn, The nation in your guilty passion lost; To me ungrateful, to your country most: But this shall be their o
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