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, fate, thy worst. _Zemp_. Lead to the temple straight, A priest and altar for these lovers wait: They shall be joined, they shall. _Trax_. And I will prove Those joys in vengeance, which I want in love. _Aca_. I'll quench your thirst with blood, and will destroy Myself, and, with myself, your cruel joy. Now, Montezuma, since Orazia dies, I'll fall before thee, the first sacrifice; My title in her death shall exceed thine, As much as, in her life, thy hopes did mine: And when with our mixed blood the altar's dyed, Then our new title let the gods decide. [_Exeunt_. ACT V. SCENE I. _The Scene opens, and discovers the Temple of the Sun, all of gold, and four Priests, in habits of white and red feathers, attending by a bloody altar, as ready for sacrifice. Then enter the Guards_, ZEMPOALLA, _and_ TRAXALLA; _Inca_, ORAZIA, _and_ MONTEZUMA,_ bound. As soon as they are placed, the Priest sings_. SONG. _You to whom victory we owe, Whose glories rise By sacrifice, And from our fates below; Never did your altars shine Feasted with blood so near divine; Princes to whom we bow, As they to you:-- Thus you can ravish from a throne, And, by their loss of power, declare your own._ _Zemp_. Now to inflict those punishments, that are Due to the authors of invasive war; Who, to deceive the oppressed world, like you, Invent false quarrels to conceal the true. _Inca_. My quarrel was the same, that all the gods Must have to thee, if there be any odds Betwixt those titles that are bad or good, To crowns descended, or usurped by blood:-- Swell not with this success; 'twas not to thee, But to this man, the gods gave victory. _Mont_. Since I must perish by my own success, Think my misfortunes more, my crimes the less; And so, forgiving, make me pleased to die, Thus punished for this guilty victory. _Inca_. Death can make virtue easy; I forgive: That word would prove too hard, were I to live; The honour of a prince would then deny, But in the grave all our distinctions die. _Mont_. Forgive me one thing yet; to say, I love, Let it no more your scorn and anger move; Since, dying in one flame, my ashes must Embrace and mingle with Orazia's dust. _Inca_. Name thy bold love no more, lest that last breath, Which should forgive, I stifle with my death. _Oraz_. Oh, my dear father! Oh, why may not I, Since you gave life to me, for you now die? _Mont_. 'Tis I, tha
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