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Enter Las Casas, ALMAGRO, Gonzalo, Davilla, their force were blasphemy against thy goodness,
bless my countrymen : yet now my blessing on Officers, and Soldiers.
[Rises.] No! I curse your purpose, homicides ! Las C. Pizarro, we attend thy summons. I curse the bond of blood by which you are uni.
Piz. Welcome, venerable father-my friends, ted. May fell disunion, infámy, and rout, defeas most welcome. Friends and fellow-soldiers, at your projects, and betray your hopes ! On you length the hour bas arrived, which to Pizarro's and your children be the peril of the innocent Lopes presents the full reward of our undaunted blood which shall be shed this day! I leave you, enterprise, and long-enduring toils. Confident in and for ever! No longer shall these aged eyes be security, this day the foe devotes to solemn sa seared by the horrors they bave witnessed. In crifice : if with bold surprise we strike on their caves, in forests, will I hide myself; with tigers solemnity_trust to your leader's word—we shall and with savage beasts commune ; and when at not fail.
length we meet before the blessed tribunal of that Alm. Too long inactive have we been moulder. Deity, whose mild doctrines and whose mercies ing on the coast-our stores exhausted, and our ve bave this day renounced, O then shall you feel soldiers murmuring. Battle! battle!- then death the agony and grief of soul which tear the bosom to the arm’d, and chains for the defenceless. of your accuser now!
[Going. Dav. Death to tbe whole Peruvian race!
Elv. [Rises, and takes the hand of Las C.] Oh! Las C. Merciful Heaven !
take me with thee. Alm. Yes, General, the attack, and instantly! Las C. Stay! lost, abused lady! I alone am Then shall Alonzo, basking at his ease, soon cease useless here. Perhaps thy loveliness may perto scoff our sufferings, and scorn our force. suade to pity, where reason and religion plead in
Las C. Alonzo !--Scorn and presumption are not vain. Oh! save thy innocent fellow-creatures, if in bis nature.
thou canst : then shall tby frailty be redeemed, Alm. 'Tis fit Las Casas should defend his pupil. and thou wilt share the mercy thou bestowest. Pis. Speak not of the traitor-or hear his name
[Exit. but as the bloody summons to assault and ven- Piz. How, Elvira! wouldst thou leave me? geance. It appears we are agreed ?
Elv. I am bewildered-grown terrified ! Your Alm. Dav. We are.
inhumanity—and that good old man-oh! he apGon. All!_Battle! Battle !
peared to me just now something more than hea. Las C. Is, then, the dreadful measure of your venly !- and you ! - ye all looked worse than cruelty not yet coinplete !- Batlle ! - gracious earthly. Heaven! Against whom?--Against a king, in Pis. Compassion sometimes becomes a beauty. wbose mild bosom your atrocious injuries even yet Elv. Humanity always becomes a conqueror. bave not excited hate! but who, insulted or vic- Pis. [Turning to Alm.] Now to prepare our torious, still sues for peace. Against a people, I muster and our march. At mid-day is the hour of who never wronged the living being their Creator the sacrifice. [Elv. sits.] Consulting with our formed : a people who, children of innocence! guides, the route of your divisions shall be given received you as cherished guests—with eager hos-'to each commander. "If we surprise, we conquer; pitality and confiding kindness. Generously and and if we conquer, the gates of Quito will be freely did they share with you their comforts, | open to us. their treasures, and their homes : you repaid them Alm. And Pizarro then be monarch of Peru. by fraud, oppression, and dishonour. These eyes Piz. Not so fast-ambition for a time must take have witnessed all I speak-as gods you were re-counsel from discretion. Ataliba still must hold ceived; as fiends you have acted.
the shadow of a sceptre in his hand-Pizarro still Piz. Las Casas !
appear dependent upon Spain; while the pledge of Las C. Pizarro, hear me !-Hear me, chieftains ! future peace, his daughter's hand [Elv. rises, much --And thou, All-powerful, whose thunders can agitated) secures the proud succession to the crown shirer into sand the adamantine rock-wbose I seek. lightnings can pierce to the core of the rived and Alm. This is best. In Pizarro's plans observe quaking-Oh! let thy power give effect to thy the statesman's wisdom guides the warrior's valour. serrani's words, ae thy spirit gives courage to his Val. (To Elv.) You mark, Elvira ? will! Do not, I implore ye, chieftains-country. Elv. O yes—this is best- this is excellent. men --do not, I implore you, renew the foul bar. Piz. You seem offended. Elvira still retains my barities which your insatiate avarice bas inflicted beart. Think-a sceptre waves me on. on this wretched, unoffending race !-But bush, Elv. Offended! No! Thou knowest thy glory my sighs—fall not, drops of useless sorrow !- is my idol; and this will be most glorious, most heart-breaking anguish, choke not my utterance. just and bonourable. All I entreat is, send me once more to those you Piz. W bal mean you ? call your enemies—Oh! let me be the messenger Elv, Oh! nothing-mere woman's prattle of penitence from you, I shall return with bless. jealous whim, perhaps : but let it not impede the ings and with peace from them. (Turning to Elv.] royal hero's course. [Trumpets without.] The call Elvira, you weep!-Alas! and does this dreadful of arms invites you. Away! away! you, bis crisis more no beart but thine !
brave, bis worthy fellow-warriors. Alm. Because there are no women here but she Pis. And go you not with me? and thou.
Elv. Undoubtedly : I needs must be the first to Pi: Close this idle war of words: time flies, hail the future monarch of Peru. and our opportunity will be lost. Chieftains, are
Enter Gomez. ye for instant battle? Alm. We are.
Alm. How, Gomez! wbat bring'st thou ? Las C. Oh, men of blood ! (Kneels.] God! thou Gom. On yonder bill, among the palm-trees, we bast anointed me thy servant-not to curse, but to have surprised an old cacique ; escape by Hight be
culd not, and we seized him and his attendant Piz. Romantic savage! I shall meet this Rolla unresisting: get his lips breathed nothing but bit- soon.
[Retires to confer with Vale terness and scorn.
Oro. Thou badst better not! The terrors of his Piz. Drag him before us. [Elv. sits pensively.-- noble eye would strike thee dead.
GOMEZ leaves the tent, and returns conduct- Dav. Silence, or tremble !
ing OROZEMBO and attendant in chains. Oro. Beardless robber! I never yet have trem. What art thou, stranger!
bled before God-why should I tremble before Oro. First tell me which among you is ihe cap- man? Why before thee, thou less than man! tain of this band of robbers ?
Day. Another word, audacious heathen, and I Piz. Ha!
strike ! Alm. Madman! Tear out his tongue, or else- Oro. Strike, Christian ! Then boast among thy Oro. Thou'lt hear some truth.
fellows—I too have murdered a Peruvian ! Dav. [Showing his poignard.] Shall I not plunge Dav. Hell and vengeance seize thee! [Stals him. this into bis heart?
Pis. [Rushing forward.] Hold ! Oro. [After surveying Dav. contemptuously--then Dav. Couldst thou longer have endured his inturning to Pız.] Does your army boast many such sults ? heroes as this?
Pis. And therefore should he die untortur'd ? Pis. Audacious !- This insolence has sealed thy Oro. True! Obserre, young man, [To Dav.) doom. Die thou shalt, grey-headed ruffian. But thy unthinking rashness bas saved me from the first confess what thou knowest.
rack ; and thou thyself hast lost the opportunity Oro. I know that which thou hast just assured of a useful lesson : thou mightst thyself have seen me of-that I shall die.
with what cruelty vengeance would have inflicted Piz. Less audacity, perhaps, might have pre- torments and with what patience virtue would served thy life.
have borne them. Oro. My life is as a withered tree-it is not Elv. (Rising, runs to Oroz. and supports his head worth preserving.
on her bosom.] Oh! ye are monsters all. Look up, Piz. Hear me, old man. Even now we march thou martyr'd innocent ! look up once more, and against the Peruvian army. We know there is a bless me ere thou diest. God! how I pity thee. secret path that leads to your strong-hold among Oro. Pity me! Me! So near my happiness ! the rocks : guide us to that, and name your re- Bless thee, lady! Spaniards—Heaven turn your ward. If wealth be thy wish
hearts, and pardon you as I do. Oro. Ha! ha! ha! ha!
[Oroz. is borne off, dying. Pis. Dost thou despise my offer?
Pis. Away !-Davilla! if thus rash a second Oro. Thee and thy offer !--Wealth ! I have the timewealth of two dear gallant sons—I have stored in Dev. Forgive the hasty indignation which heaven the riches which repay good actions Piz. No more-unbind that trembling wretchhere--and still my chief treasure I do bear let him depart; 'tis well he should report the about me.
mercy which we show to insolent defiance. bark ! Piz. What is that? Inform me.
our troops are moving. Oro. I will; for it never can be thine-the trea- Att. (On passing Elvira.] If through thy gentle sure of a pure unsullied conscience. [Elv. still means my master's poor remains might be pre
sits, paying marked attention to OROZEMPO. served from insultl'iz. I believe there is no other Peruvian who Elv. I understand thee. dares speak as thou dost.
Att. His sons may yet thank thy charity, if not Oro. 'Would I could believe there is no other avenge their father's fate.
[Exit. Spaniard who dares act as thou dost.
Piz. What says the slave ? Gon. Obdurate Pagan! How numerous is your Elv. A parting word to thank you for your army?
mercy. Oro. Count the leaves of yonder forest.
Piz. Our guard and guides approach. [Soldiers Alm. Which is the weakest part of your camp? cross.] Follow me, friends--each shall hare his
Oro. It has no weak part-on every side 'tis post assigned, and ere Peruvia's God shall sink fortified by justice.
beneath the main, the Spanish banner, bathed in Pis. Where have you concealed your wives and blood, sball Hoat abore the walls of vanquish'd your children?
[Exeunt all but Elvira and VALVERDE. Oro. In the hearts of their husbands and their Val. Is it now presumption that my hopes gain fathers.
strength with the increasing horrors which I see Piz. Know'st thou Alonzo ?
appal Elvira's soul ! Oro. Know him . Alonzo! Know bim! Our na- Elv. I am mad with terror and remorse! Would tion's benefactor ! The guardian angel of Peru ! I could fly these dreadful scenes! Pis. By what has he merited that title ?
Val. Might not Valverde's true attachment be Oro. By not resembling thee.
thy refuge ? Alm. Who is this Rolla joined with Alonzo in Elv. Wbat wouldst thou do to save or to avenge command ?
Oro. I will answer that; for I love to hear and Val. I dare do all thy injuries may demand-a to repeat the hero's name. Rolla, the kinsman of word-and be lies bleeding at your feet. the king, is the idol of our army ; in war a tiger, Elv. Perhaps we will speak again of this. Now chased by the hunter's spear ; in peace more gentle leave me.
[Erit VALVERDE. than the unweaned lamb. Cora was once betrothed Elv. [Alone.] No! not this revenge-no! not to him; but finding she preferred Alonzo, be re- this instrument. Fie, Elvira! even for a moment signed his claim, and, I fear, his peace, to friend- to counsel with this unworthy traitor ! Can a ship and to Cora's happiness; yet still be loves her wretch, false to a considing master, he true to any with a pure and holy fire.
pledge of love or bonour ? Pizarro will abandon
me-yes; me-wbo, for his sake, bave sacrificed Al. Must not I fight against my country, against Oh, God! - what have I not sacrificed for him? my brethren? Tet, curbing the avenging pride that swells this Cora. Do they not seek our destruction ? and are bosom, I still will further try him. Oh, men! ye not all men brethren? who, wearied by the fond fidelity of virtuous love, Al. Should they prove victorious! seek in the wanton's flattery a new delight, ob, ye Cora. I will fly, and meet thee in the mountains. may insult and leave the hearts to which your faith Al. Fly with ihy infant, Cora? was pledged, and, stifling self-reproach, may fear Cora. What! think you a mother, when she runs no other peril; because such hearts, bowe'er you from danger, can feel the weight of her child ? injure and desert them, have yet the proud retreat Al. Cora, my beloved, do you wish to set my of an unspotted fame-of unreproaching conscience. heart at rest? But beware the desperate libertine, who forsakes Cora. Oh, yes! yes ! yes! the creature whom his arts have first deprived of A. Hasten, then, to the concealment in the all natural protection-of all self-consolation !-- mountains; where all our matrons and virgins, and What has he left her ?-Despair and vengeance. our warriors' offspring, are allotted to await the
[Exit. issue of the war.-Cora will not alone resist her
husband's, her sister's, and her monarch's wish.
Cora. Alonzo, I cannot leave thee: Oh! how in every moment's absence would my fancy paint you, wounded, alone, abandoned! No, no, I can
not leave thee! ACT II.
Al. Rolla will be with me.
Cora. Yes, while the battle rages, and where it SCENE I:-A Rock, with a Forest in the background. rages most, brave Rolla will be found. He may. A Bank.--Core playing with her Child, and he will leave even thee. But I have sworn never
revenge, but cannot save thee. To follow danger, Aloszo hanging over them with delight.
to forsake thee but with life. Dear, dear Alonzo! Cora. Now confess, does he resemble thee, or canst thou wish that I should break my vow? not?
Al. Then be it so. Oh! excellence in all that's Al. Indeed, he is liker thee-thy rosy softness, great and lovely, in courage, gentleness, and truth! thy smiling gentleness.
my pride, my content, my all! Can tbere on this Cora. But his auburn hair, the colour of his eyes, earth be fools who seek for happiness, and pass by Alonzo.
0! my lord's image, and my heart's love in the pursuit ? adored!
[Pressing the Child to her bosom. Cora. Alonzo, I cannot thank thee-silence is Al. The little daring urchin robs me, I doubt, of the gratitude of true affection : who seeks to follow some portion of thy love, my Cora. At least he it by sound, will miss the track. [Shouts without.] shares caresses, which till his birth were only Does the king approach? mine.
Al. No, 'tis the general, placing the guard that Cora. 0, no, Alonzo! A mother's love for her will surround the temple, during the sacrifice. sweet babe is not a stealth from the dear father's 'Tis Rolla comes, the first and best of heroes. store ; it is a new delight that turns with quick
ROLLA within. ened gratitude to him, the author of her augmented bliss.
Rol. Then place them on the hill fronting the Al. Could Cora think me serious ?
[Enters Cora. I am sure be will speak soon: then will be Cora. Rolla! my friend, my brother! the last of the three holidays allowed by Nature's Al. Rolla ! my friend, my benefactor ! how car sanction to the fond anxious mother's heart. our lives repay the obligations which we owe Jl. Wbat are those three?
thee? Cora. The ecstacy of his birth I pass; that in Rol. Pass them in peace and bliss. Let Rolla part is selfish : but when first the white blossoms witness it, he is overpaid. of his teetb appear, breaking the crimson buds that Cora. Look on this child-he is the life-blood of did incase them, that is a day of joy : next, wben my heart; but if ever he love or revere thee less from bis father's arms he runs without support, than bis own father, his mother's hate fall on him! and clings, laugbing and delighted, to his mother's Rol. Oh, no more! What sacrifice have I made knees, that is the mother's heart's next boliday : to merit gratitude ? The object of my love was and sweeter still the third, whene'er his little Cora's happiness. I see her happy. Is not my stammering tongue sball utter the grateful sound object gained; and am I not rewarded ? Now, of father, mother!-Oh! that is the dearest joy of Cora, listen to a friend's advice. Thou must away; all !
thou must seek the sacred caverns, the uoprofaned Al. Beloved Cora!
recess, whither, after this day's sacrifice, our ina Cora. Oh! my Alonzo ! daily, hourly, do I pour trons, and e'en the virgins of the sun, retire. thanks to Heaven for the dear blessing I possess in Cora. Not secure with Alonzo and with thee ? bion and thee.
Rol. We have beard Pizarro's plan is to sur. Al. To Heaven and Rolla.
prise us. Thiy presence, Cora, cannot aid, but may Cora. Yes, to Heaven and Rolla : and art thou impede our efforts. Dot grateful to them too, Alonzo ? Art thou not Cora. Impede ! happy?
Rol. Yes, yes. Thou know'st how tenderly we Al. Can Cora ask that question?
love thee; we, thy husband and thy friend. Art Cora. Why, then, of late, so restless on thy thou near us?-our thoughts, our valour-vengecouch? Wby to my waking, watching ear, so often ance will not be our own. No advantage will be does the stillness of the night betray thy struggling pursued, that leads us from the spot where thou nighs ?
art placed; no succour will be given but for the
protection. The faithful lover dares not be all they promise. Be our own plain answer this himself amid the war, until he knows that the be. The throne we honour is the people's choice-the loved of his soul is absent from the peril of the laws we reverence are our brave fathers' legacy fight.
the faith we follow teacbes us to live in bonds of Al. Thanks to my friend; 'tis this I would have charity with all mankind, and die with hope of urged.
bliss beyond the grave. Tell your invaders this, Cora. This timid
excess of love, producing fear and tell them, too, we seek no change; and, least instead of valour, flatters, but does not convince of all, such change as they would bring us. me: the wife is incredulous.
(Goes to the King:-Loud shouts of the Soldiery. Rol. And is the mother unbelieving, too? Ata. (Embrucing him.] Now, holy friends, ever
Cora. [Kisses Child.) No more. Do with me as mindful of these sacred truths, begin the sacrifice. thou pleasest. My friend, my husband ! place me where thou wilt.
CHORUS.—Enter Priests and Virgins Al. My adored! we thank you both. [March without.] Hark! the king approaches to the sacri
Oh Pow'r supreme! in mercy smile fice. Thou, Rolla, spokest of rumours of surprise.
With favour on thy servant's toil ! A servant of mine, I hear, is missing ; whether
Our hearts from guileful passions free, surprised or treacherous, I know not.
Which here we render unto thee ! Rol. It matters not; we are everywhere pre
Thou Parent Light, but deign to hear pared.—Come, Cora, upon the altar ʼmid the rocks
The voices of our feeble choir; thou'lt implore a blessing on our cause. The pious
And this, our sacrifice of fear, supplication of the trembling wife, and mother's
Consume with thine own hallow'd fire ! heart, rises to the throne of mercy, the most resist- [Fire from above alights upon the altar.-Rolla less prayer of human homage.
and King advance to the altar.]
Give praise, give praise, the God has heard,
The altar his own fames enwreath'd ! SCENE II.-The Temple of the Sun.-A solemn Then be the conquering sword uusheath'd,
March.—The Warriors and King enter.-ROLLA, And victory set on Rolla's brow,
His foes to crush-to overthrow! Ata. Welcome, Alonzo! [To Rolla.] Kinsman, thy hand. [To Cora.] Bless'd be the object of close round, and prostrate at the altar.- Erit chorus,
Ata. Our offering is accepted. [Rise, and all the happy mother's love.
&c.] Now to arms, my friends, prepare for battle : Cora. May the son bless the father of his people?
[Goes with Rolla. Ata. In ibe welfare of his children lives the bappiness of their king. Friends, what is the tem
Enter ORANO. per of our soldiers ?
Ora. The enemy! Řel. Such as becomes the cause which they sup- Ata. How near ? port; their cry is, Victory or death! our king, our Ora. From the bill's brow, e'en now as I o'er. country, and our God!
looked their force, suddenly I perceived the whole Ata. Thou, Rolla, in the hour of peril, hast been in motion : with eager haste they march towards wont to animate the spirit of their leaders, ere we our deserted camp, as if apprised of this most proceed to consecrate the banners which thy valour solemn sacrifice. knows so well to guard.
Rol. They must be met before they reach it. Rol. Yet never was the hour of peril near, when Ata. [To Cora, &c.] And you, my daughters, to inspire them words were so little needed. My with your dear children, away to the appointed brave associates! partners of my toil, mv feelings, place of safety. and my fame! Can Rolla's words add vigour to Cora. Oh, Alonzo!
[Embracing him. the virtuous energies which inspire your hearts ? Al. We shall meet again. No! you have judged as I have, the foulness of the Cora. Bless us once more, ere thou leave us. crafty plea by which these bold invaders would Al. Heaven protect and bless thee, my beloved ; delude you. Your generous spirit has compared, and thee, my innocent! as mine has, the motives which, in a war like this, Ata. Haste' haste !-each moment is precious! can animate their minds and ours. They, by a Cora. Farewell, Alonzo! Remember thy life is strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, mine. and extended rule. We, for our country, our altars, Rol. [As she is passing him.] Not one farewell to and our bomes. They follow an adventurer whom Rolla? they fear, and obey a power which they hate. We Cora. [Giving him her hand.] Farewell! the God serve a monarch whom we love-a God whom we of war be with thee: but bring me back Alonzo. adore. Whene'er they move in anger, desolation
[ Exit with the Child. tracks their progress ! -Whene'er they pause in Ata. [Drawing his sword.] Now, my brethren, amity, affliction mourns their friendship. They my sons, my friends, I know your valour. Should boast they come but to improve our state, enlarge il success assail us, be despair the last feeling of our thoughits, and free us from the yoke of error! your bearts. If successful, let mercy be the first. Yes, they will give enlightened freerlom to our Alonzo, to thee I give to defend the narrow passage minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, of the mountains. On the right of the wood be avarice, and pride. They offer us their protection Rolla's station. For me, straight forwards will I -yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs- march to meet them, and fight until I see my peo. covering and devouring them! They call on us to ple saved, or they behold their monarch fall. Be barter all of good we have inherited and proved, the word of battle-God! and our native land for the desperate cbance of somethin better which
[A march.- Exeunt.
SCENE III.-A Wood.
Enter two Peruvian Soldiers.
O speak to them, boy!—Whence come you ? Ilow
goes the battle ? Rol. Here, my friend, we separate--soon, I Sol. We may not stop; we are sent for the re. trust, to meet again in triumph.
serve behind the hill. The day's against us. Al. Or perhaps we part to meet no more. Rolla,
[Exeunt Soldiers. a moment's pause; we are yet before our army's 0. Man. Quick, then, quick ! strength; one earnest word at parting.
Boy. I see the points of lances glittering in the Rol. There is in language now no word but light. battle.
0. Man. Those are Peruvians. Do they bend Al. Yes, one word more--Cora Rol. Cora! speak!
Enter a Peruvian Soldier. 41. The next hour brings us • Rol. Death or victory!
Boy. Soldier, speak to my blind father. Al. It may be victory to one-death to the other. Sol. I'm sent to tell the helpless further to retreat Rol. Or both may fall.
among the rocks : all will be lost, I fear.— The Al. If so, my wife and child I bequeath to toe king is wounded. protection of heaven and my king. But should I 0. Man. Quick, boy! Lead me to the hill where only fall, Rolla, be thou my heir.
thou magst view the plain. Rol. How?
[Alarms.-Old Man and Boy retire. Al. Be Cora thy wife—be thou a father to my Enter ATaliba, wounded, with Orano, Officers, child. Rol. Rouse thee, Alonzo! Banish these timid
and Soldiers. fancies.
Ata. My wound is bound ; believe me, the hurt Al. Rolla! I have tried in vain, and cannot Ay is nothing ; I may return to the fight. from the foreboding which oppresses me : thou Ora. Pardon your servant, but the allotied priest know'st it will not shake me in the fight; but give who attends the sacred banner has pronounced, that me the promise I exact.
the Inca's blood once shed, no blessing can await Rol. If it be Cora's will— Yes, I promise. the day, until he leave the field.
[Gives his hand. Ata. Hard restraint ! 0! my poor brave solAl. Tell her it was my last wis! and bear to diers !-Hard that I may no longer be a witness of ber and to my son, my last blessing.
their valour. But haste you ; return to your comRol. I will.- Now then to our posts, and let our rades : I will not keep one soldier from his post. swords speak for us. (They draw their swords. Go, and avenge your fallen brethren. [Ereunt Al. For the king and Cora!
ORANO, &c.] I will not repine : my own fate is. Rol. For Cora and the king!
[Escunt. the last anxiety of my heart. It is for you, my
people, that I feel and fear. SCENE IV.-A view of the Peruvian Camp.
[Old Man and Boy advance.
0. Man. Did I not bear the voice of an unforEnter an Old Blind Man and a Boy.
tunate! Who is it complains thus ?
Ata. One almost by hope forsaken. 1. Man. Have none returned to the camp?
0. Man. Is the king alive? Boy. One messenger alone. From the temple Ato. The king still lives. they all march'd to meet the foe.
0. Man. Then thou art not forsaken. Ataliba Ó. Man. Hark! I hear the din of battle. 0:protects the meanest of his subjects. bad I still retain'd my sight. I might now have Ata. And who shall protect X taliba? grasp'd a sword, and died a soldier's death! Are 0. Man. The Immortal Powers, that protect the weg uile aione?
just. The virtues of our monarch alike secure to Boy. Yes.--I hope my father will be safe ! bim the affection of his people, and the benign re
0. Man. He will do his duty. I am more anxious gard of beaven. for ibee, my child.
Ata. How impious had I murmur'd! How wonBoy. I can stay with thee, dear grandfather. drous, thou Supreme Disposer, are thy acts ! Even
0. Man. But should the enemy come, they will in this monent, which I had thought the bitterest drag thee from me, my boy.
trial of mortal suffering, thou hast infused the Boy. Impos-ible, grandfather! for they will see sweetest sensation of my life--it is the assurance at once that thou art old and blind, and cannot da of my people's love. without me.
Boy, [Turning forward.] O father!-Stranger! 0. Man Poor child! thou little know'st the see those bideous men that rush upon us yonder! bearts of these inhuman men. [Trumpets, alarums, Ata. Ha! Spaniards !- And I, A taliba--ill-fated and discharges of cannon.] Hark! the noise is near fugitive! without a sword even to try the ransom -I hear the dreadful roaring of the fiery engines of a monarch's life. of these cruel strangers. [Shouts at a distance.] At every shout, with involuntary haste, I clench my
Enter Davilla, ALMAGRO, and Spanish Soldiers. band, and fancy still it grasps a sword! Alas! 1 Dav. 'Tis he-our hopes are answered-I know can only serve my country by my prayers. Heaven him well-it is the king. preserve the Inca and bis galiant soldiers !
Alm. Away; follow with your prize. Avoid Bory. O father! there are soldiers running. those Peruvians, though in flight. This way we o. Man, Spaniards, boy?
may regain our line. Boy. No, Peruvians !
(Eseunt Davilla, ALMAGRO, &c. with ATALINA o. Man. How! and Aying from the field ! It prisoner. cannot be
0. Man. The king' Wretcbed old nan, tbat