ed from the place,
And, in a cloud of dust, pursues the chase.

_Cort_. Their eager chase disordered does appear,
Command our horse to charge them in the rear:
[_To_ PIZARRO.
You to our old Castilian foot retire, [_To_ VASQ.
Who yet stand firm, and at their backs give fire.
[_Exeunt severally._

SCENE IV.

_Enter_ ODMAR _and_ GUTOMAR, _meeting each other in the
battle_.

_Odm_. Where hast thou been, since first the fight began,
Thou less than woman in the shape of man?

_Guy_. Where I have done what may thy envy move,
Things worthy of my birth, and of my love.

_Odm_. Two bold Taxallans with one dart I slew,
And left it sticking ere my sword I drew.

_Guy_. I sought not honour on so base a train,
Such cowards by our women may be slain;
I felled along a man of bearded face,
His limbs all covered with a shining case:
So wondrous hard, and so secure of wound,
It made my sword, though edged with flint, re-bound.

_Odm_. I killed a double man; the one half lay
Upon the ground, the other ran away.

[_Guns go off within.

Enter_ Montezuma, _out of breath, with him_ Alibech, _and an
Indian_.

_Mont_. All is lost!--
Our foes with lightning and with thunder fight;
My men in vain shun death by shameful flight:
For deaths invisible come winged with fire,
They hear a dreadful noise, and strait expire.
Take, gods! that soul, ye did in spite create,
And made it great, to be unfortunate:
Ill fate for me unjustly you provide,
Great souls are sparks of your own heavenly pride:
That lust of power we from your godheads have,
You're bound to please those appetites you gave.

_Enter_ Vasquez _and_ Pizarro, _with Spaniards._

_Vasq_. Pizarro, I have hunted hard to-day,
Into our toils, the noblest of the prey;
Seize on the king, and him your prisoner make,
While I, in kind revenge, my taker take.

[Pizarro, _with two, goes to attack the king_. Vasquez, _with
another, to seize_ Alibech.

_Guy_. Their danger is alike;--whom shall I free?

_Odm_. I'll follow love!

_Guy_. I'll follow piety!

[Odmar _retreats from_ Vasquez, _with_ Alibech, _off the
stage_; Guyomar _fights for his father_.

_Guy_. Fly, sir! while I give back that life you gave;
Mine is well lost, if I your life can save.

[Montezuma _fights off_; Guyomar, _making his retreat, stays_.

_Guy_. Tis more than man can do to scape them all;
Stay, let me see where noblest I may fall.

[_He runs at_ Vasquez, _is seized behind and taken_.

_Vas