Scene III
THE APPEAL OF OLLANTAY
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'Twas I who struck the fatal blow,
When warlike Huancavilca[1] rose,
Disturbing thy august repose
And laid the mighty traitor low.[1]
When warlike Huancavilca[1] rose,
Disturbing thy august repose
And laid the mighty traitor low.[1]
Ollantay ever led the van,
Wherever men were doomed to die;
When stubborn foes were forced to fly,
Ollantay ever was the man.
Wherever men were doomed to die;
When stubborn foes were forced to fly,
Ollantay ever was the man.
Now every tribe bows down to thee—
Some nations peacefully were led,
Those that resist their blood is shed—
But all, O King, was due to me.
Some nations peacefully were led,
Those that resist their blood is shed—
But all, O King, was due to me.
O Sovereign Inca, great and brave
Rewards I know were also mine,
My gratitude and thanks are thine,
To me the golden axe you gave.
Rewards I know were also mine,
My gratitude and thanks are thine,
To me the golden axe you gave.
Inca! thou gavest me command
And rule o'er all the Anti race,
To me they ever yield with grace,
And thine, great King, is all their land.
And rule o'er all the Anti race,
To me they ever yield with grace,
And thine, great King, is all their land.
My deeds, my merits are thine own,
To thee alone my work is due.
For one more favour I would sue,
My faithful service—thy renown.
To thee alone my work is due.
For one more favour I would sue,
My faithful service—thy renown.
- (Ollantay kneels before the Inca.)
