ur jealousy remove,
You shall, hereafter, be at rest for love.

_Cyd_. Now you are kind.

_Alm_.--He whom you love is true:
But he shall never be possest by you.

[_Draws her dagger, and runs towards her_.

_Cort_. Hold, hold, ah barbarous woman! fly, oh fly!

_Cyd_. Ah pity, pity, is no succour nigh!

_Cort_. Run, run behind me, there you may be sure,
While I have life, I will your life secure.
[CYDARIA _gets behind him_.

_Alm_. On him, or thee,--light vengeance any where
[_She stabs and hurts him_.
--What have I done? I see his blood appear!

_Cyd_. It streams, it streams from every vital part:
Was there no way but this to find his heart?

_Alm_. Ah! cursed woman, what was my design!
This weapon's point shall mix that blood with mine!

[_Goes to stab herself, and being within his reach
he snatches the dagger_.

_Cort_. Now neither life nor death are in your
power.

_Alm_. Then sullenly I'll wait my fatal hour.

_Enter_ VASQUEZ _and_ PIZARRO, _with drawn swords_.

_Vasq_. He lives, he lives.

_Cort_.--Unfetter me with speed;
Vasquez, I see you troubled that I bleed:
But 'tis not deep, our army I can head.

_Vasq_. You to a certain victory are led;
Your men, all armed, stand silently within:
I with your freedom did the work begin.

_Piz_. What friends we have, and how we came so strong,
We'll softly tell you as we march along.

_Cort_. In this safe place let me secure your fear:
[_To_ CYDARIA.
No clashing swords, no noise can enter here.
Amidst our arms as quiet you shall be,
As Halcyons brooding on a winter sea.

_Cyd_. Leave me not here alone, and full of fright,
Amidst the terrors of a dreadful night:
You judge, alas, my courage by your own;
I never durst in darkness be alone:
I beg, I throw me humbly at your feet.

_Cort_. You must not go where you may dangers meet.
The unruly sword will no destinction make;
And beauty will not there give wounds, but take.

_Alm_. Then stay and take me with you; tho' to be
A slave to wait upon your victory.
My heart unmoved can noise and horror bear:
Parting from you is all the death I fear.

_Cort_. Almeria, 'tis enough I leave you free:
You neither must stay here, nor go with me.

_Aim_. Then take my life, that will my rest restore:
'Tis all I ask, for saving yours before.

_Cort_. That were a barbarous return of love.

_Alm_. Yet, leaving it, you more inhuman prove.
In both extremes I some relief should find;
Oh! either hate me more