, or be more kind.

_Cort_. Life of my soul, do not my absence mourn:
But chear your heart in hopes of my return.
[_To_ CYD.
Your noble father's life shall be my care;
And both your brothers I'm obliged to spare.

_Cyd_. Fate makes you deaf, while I in vain implore;--
My heart forebodes, I ne'er shall see you more:
I have but one request,--when I am dead,
Let not my rival to your love succeed.

_Cort_. Fate will be kinder than your fears foretell;
Farewell, my dear.

_Cyd_.--A long and last farewell:
--So eager to employ the cruel sword?
Can you not one, not one last look afford!

_Cort_. I melt to womanish tears, and if I stay,
I find my love, my courage will betray;
Yon tower will keep you safe, but be so kind
To your own life, that none may entrance find.

_Cyd_. Then lead me there.--[_He leads her_.
For this one minute of your company,
I go, methinks, with some content to die.

[_Exeunt_ CORTEZ, VASQUEZ, PIZARRO, _and_ CYDARIA.

_Alm_. Farewell, O too much lov'd, since lov'd in vain!
What dismal fortune does for me remain!
Night and despair my fatal footsteps guide;
That chance may give the death which he denied.
[_Exit_.

CORTEZ, VASQUEZ, PIZARRO, _and_ SPANIARDS _return again_.

_Cort_. All I hold dear I trust to your defence;
[_To_ Piz.
Guard her, and on your life, remove not hence.
[_Exeunt_ CORTEZ _and_ VASQUEZ.
_Piz_. I'll venture that.--
The Gods are good; I'll leave her to their care,
Steal from my post, and in the plunder share.
[_Exit_.

ACT V.

SCENE I.--_A chamber royal, an Indian hammock discovered in it_.

_Enter_ ODMAR _with soldiers_, GUYOMAR, _and_ ALIBECH
_bound_.

_Odm_. Fate is more just than you to my desert,
And in this act you blame, heaven takes my part.

_Guy_. Can there be gods, and no revenge provide?

_Odm_. The gods are ever of the conquering side:
She's now my queen; the Spaniards have agreed,
I to my father's empire shall succeed.

_Alib_. How much I crowns contemn, I let thee see,
Chusing the younger, and refusing thee.

_Guy_. Were she ambitious, she'd disdain to own
The pageant pomp of such a servile throne;
A throne, which thou by parricide dost gain,
And by a base submission must retain.

_Alib_. I loved thee not before; but, Odmar, know,
That now I hate thee, and despise thee too.

_Odm_. With too much violence you crimes pursue,
Which if I acted, 'twas for love of you.
This, if it teach not love, may teach you fear:
I brought not