Before my fury abates
March! march! O valiant warrior!
Go forth bravely
(Even with the force now here).
Fifty thousand men
Are raised in thy province.
March quickly;
The danger menaces.
The valiant men receive thee,
Even the men of Anti-suyu;
And the women also.
Thou shalt see! thou shalt see!
They will march to Anta.
All the men and their chief,
Thou shalt march with them.
May that day never come,
When every year they set out
For these distant villages,
I have the heart to tell the Ynca
To desist during this year
From invading Anti-suyu.
For his army would retreat
In the year that comes,
Either from fatigue
Or else from sickness,
Or from the long marches.
The men would perish,
And many of the chiefs
Would meet with death
In such an enterprize.
Thus would it be with the sole Ynca.
If he should say no,
I should fly to prevent him
From invading us.
Rest in your houses,
I shall be in your villages.
Long live the Ynca Ollanta!
Hail to the Ynca! The Ynca!
Long may he live! Long may he live!
His life be our protection!
Our hearts are ready
To obey our Father!
As a son he will love us,
He will care for us,
His heart will be ours.
A thousand times, I venerate,
O powerful Ynca, thy deeds.
Behold the mighty warrior,
From head to foot
Bristling with arms.
Surely he indeed is a warrior!
Will he not behold
The backs of his enemies?
Amongst us all
There is neither coward nor sick.
The Chief Maruti will go forth
With the Antis of Uilca-pampa,
To the confluence of the Queru,
Where he shall conceal his men
Until I give the order.
All have large hearts.
The noble Chara with his men
Shall wait on the other bank.
There shall sleep with Chara
Ten thousand Antis.
In the valley of Pachar
Shall be other ten Ayllus.
Until the Cozcos enter
We will quietly wait.
When all are within
We will close the entrance,
And it shall be as a flood.
At the the sound of the conch
The rocky hills
Shall pour out stones,
The stones shall be as hail.
The missiles shall roll down,
All shall be buried,
This will be their punishment.
As for the fugitives
They will die by our hands,
Or by the poison of our arrows.
[They play pincullus and pututas, and exeunt, shouting:—
[They play flutes and conches, and exeunt, shouting:—
All.
Allinmi! Allinmi!
Good! Good!
SCENE III.
Enter Rumi-Ñahui dressed in mourning, with two Attendants.
With all his arms
Shalt thou not pull him down?
Why hast thou not tried
The arts of stratagem
To deceive his army?
He, being weak, has become valiant.
A thousand men
In this day
I have slain
With this hand. Thus only
I escaped. They thought
That he was a coward,
Therefore I sought him,
Thinking he would fly.
But in the entrance of his camp,
On every side,
Rocks began to fall,
Bringing with them many blows.
Thus the volleys of stones,
And the many rocks,
Killed and buried my men.
Here and there they fell,
The blood ran in the valley,
Flowing like a torrent.
I also beheld
A quantity of blood;
Yet I saw no one,
No man came forth,
None could be seen,
But my men were killed.
How can I return
To appear before the Ynca?
I indeed am lost!
Whither shall I fly?
I will hang myself
With my own sling.
The same will serve,
When Ollanta shall fall.
[Exit.
SCENE IV.
Enter Yma Sumac and Pitu Salla.
Pitu Salla.
Ama chicata puncuman
Yma Sumac llocsillaychu
Amatacc chaypi suyaychu
Mamacunam phiña cunam.
Yma Sumac sutiquipas
Ancha munacusccay ñaña
Hinapitacc pay camaña
Huillapunman maypas pipas
Acllaman53 cusita cconam
Cay canchapi huesccacuspa
Tiyay caypi cusicuspa
Yma Sumac, do not go
To the door so often.
Do not wait there,
Lest the matrons be vexed;
Thy name is Yma Sumac,
And it is well beloved.
Only to hear it
And to pronounce it
The Virgins are filled with joy.
When thou art here
Thou art surrounded with pleasure.
No one ever goes out.
Here thou shalt see
All kinds of comforts—
Beautiful cloth of gold,
And sweet food.
The Virgins of Ynca blood
Love thee, all of them,
All the mistresses
Kiss and are fond of thee.
Thee alone they set apart,
Thee only they love
And embrace.
What more canst thou want?
Thou who shouldst serve the sisters,
Sit down with them all.
Thou shouldst also know
That thou art accounted noble,
And as a royal virgin.
Thou art as a child of the sun,
They guard thee, as belonging to the sun.
You say to me.
Now I will speak
The very truth.
This court, this house,
The useless life,
Days and nights I hate.
The faces of the old women
Above all I detest.
That is all I can see
From the corner where I sit.
In this place there is no joy,
Only tears to weep.
Your wish would be
That none should live here.
They all walk, as I see,
Between laughing and crying,
Their fate in their hands,
Full of anxiety.
I am shut up here,
Because I have no mother.
Having no good nurse to tend me,
I have been to seek for one.
Last night I could not sleep,
A voice of mourning,
Groans and cries of one
Who prayed for death.
I looked all round,
With hair dishevelled,
Who art thou that mourns
So sadly? I exclaimed.
Take me from hence,
O sun! deliver me.
I looked all round;
My heart trembled.
I searched but in vain,
I found nothing,
Only the grass whistling in the meadow.
I am but a child;
My heart almost
Leapt from my bosom.
Even now, when I remember,
I am full of terror.
Even now, Pitu-Salla,
The same sorrow haunts me;
And the grief lasts for ever.
O my beloved nurse,
Listen to my wish.
Do not say I am to stay;
I hate this state of seclusion.
Pitu Salla.
Yaycupuy ari ucuman
Pacta paya llocsimunman.
Go in. Do not let
Any of the old women see you.
Yma Sumac.
Cay ccanchan ñoccapacmi?
Is this place for me?
Enter Ccacca Mama, dressed entirely in white.
Ccacca Mama.
Pitu Salla ñirccanquichu
Chay herqqueman cunasccaita?
Pitu Salla, hast thou given
My orders to this child?
Pitu Salla.
Ymaymantam huillani?
What should I tell her?
Ccacca Mama.
Yma ñintacc simiquiman.
What I have told you.
Pitu Salla.
Ancha cuyaitan huaccacun
Manapunin uyacunchu
Aclla ppachata chasquicuyta.
She weeps without ceasing,
And will not put on
The dress of the virgins.
For thy loving nurse
Wilt thou not change thy clothes?
Seest thou not this dress?
Thou shalt always be a servant;
Thou shalt know thy dress;
A daughter without a father,
A child with no mother.
Here is a large butterfly (a bad omen),
Say thy name, thy name.
Thou art here shut up,
Closed up within these walls,
And even thy name is forgotten.
[Exit.
Pitu Salla.
Ay Yma Sumac! Yma Sumac!
Pacanmanchas uyayquita
Yma percca sapayquita
Oh, Yma Sumac! Yma Sumac!
Thou wilt be concealed.
What wall will hide you, in solitude,
But you will not listen.
I am turning blind,
My ears are getting deaf;
My grandmother is dead,
And my mother is alone.
Rumi-Ñahui.
[Maipin ñinay Ollantaycca?
Where is Ollanta? Tell me!
Piqui Chaqui.
[Chusapunaccanmi tataycca
Manan pocconchu paccayca
Pocchupurccanmi callpayca
Sasan chay cuncu llantaycca
Ynca uccupin Mancanaycca
Ancha carus sallccantaycca].
My father is from home,
And the paccays are not ripe.
I have a long walk to-day,
It is difficult to carry me.
The Ynca would cut up his body.
The desert is very far off.
Ollanta? ccanin sayarin.
Ollanta? pircata hoccarin
Ancha huanccacc rumimanta.
Hina runacunamanta
Yscayta hucman huatarin
Hatun runa llocsinanpacc
Ymanasccan ccan Yncacri
Umpu ancac hina surun Umpu(huallpa)
Cay ppachayqui ricuy tturun
Qquellichacunmi yanari.
Ollanta? He is at work.
Ollanta? He raises a wall
Of very great stones,
With his men.
He fastens two dwarfs,
That a giant may come forth.
Tell me! why are you,
Like the eagle spreading his wings,
With such long clothes,
That the mud stains black?
Yesterday the smoke arose
To the region of the Sun.
Pachacamac is now
Filled with joy.
But one thing has moved the Ynca—
In the sacrifice of birds,56
In the burning of llamas,
All men have seen.
We opened an eagle
To observe his bosom,
And divine from his heart.
We found it empty.
That eagle, as to Anti-suyu,
Shows we shall soon
Put down the revolt—
It augurs that they will submit.
Ccapac Yupanqui.
Cay Anansuyu Huaminccan
Chay Ancata quespichirccan
Payllatac chincarichirccan.
Chay chicca runacunata.
That valiant Anansuyu
Left this eagle free—
And she has been the destruction
Of so many men.
Great Ynca, thou knowest
All that has happened,
And what are my sins.
Although I am a stone,
I will obey thee as a stone.
I went forth with a stone,
And with it I fought,
Though they held the province.
There is only one thing
That I would ask;
It is that I may go to the fortress;
I promise to gain a victory.
Ccapac Yupanqui.
Ccampan chaycca ruranayqui
Chay sutiquita hoccaripuy
Mana chayri cacharipuy
Suyuta: hinan camayqui.
Here is what thou must do
To recover thy name—
Thou must not abandon
The province. Such is thy duty.
Thou shalt see, in a few days,
Anti-suyu at thy feet;
So I find in the quipus.
Fly! Fly! Rumi-tunqui.57
[Exeunt.
[A scene with Rumi-Ñahui and a Cañari Indian, not in my manuscript, is here inserted by Von Tschudi and Barranca. I believe it to be a modern interpolation.]
SCENE VII.
Enter Ollanta and Rumi-Ñahui covered with blood.58
The new Ynca, in Cuzco,
Tupac Yupanqui, is now enthroned.
He is a cruel tyrant:
He lives in the midst of blood;
He shows no mercy;
He never softens his heart;
Like the red ñucchu and the sunchu,60
He devours all in his madness.
Perhaps you may remember me.
Knowing me, this Yupanqui
Has drawn this blood.
In his depraved heart
He does one thing, and imagines another.
You are now father and mother to me.
Here you have me in your house.
Ollanta.
Ama llaquichu Rumi
Ñocca cunam hampisccayqui
Ccantatacmi cahuascayqui
Ccanmi canqui paypac tumi
Ynti huatana ppunchaupi
Cay tampupi hatun raymi
Chaypacha ccochucunaymi
Tucuypas ccochucamusun
Pucarapi hayllimusun.
Do not be afflicted, Rumi,
I will now cure you,
I will give you help.
You also must prepare your knife;
On the day of Ynti-huatana,
A great Raymi, in this tampu,
Will be celebrated.61
Then we must advance
From the fortress, with songs.
