Yma Sumac. Oh, my friend, what do I behold?
Is it a corpse that I must see?
Oh, horror! A dungeon for the dead!
- (She faints.)
Pitu Salla. What misfortune has now arrived?
O my Sumac, my dearest love,
O come to thyself without delay!
Arouse thee. Arise, my lovely flower.
- (Yma Sumac revives.)
Fear not, my dove, my lovely friend,
'Tis not a corpse. The princess lives,
Unhappy, forlorn, she lingers here.
Yma Sumac. Is she, then, still a living being?
Pitu Salla. Approach nearer, and you can help.
She lives indeed. Look. Watch her now.
Give me the water and the food.
- (To Cusi Coyllur, while helping her to sit up.)
O fair princess, I bring thee food
And cooling water to refresh.
Try to sit up. I come with help.
Yma Sumac. Who art thou, my sweetest dove?
Why art thou shut in such a place?
Pitu Salla. Take a little food, we pray.
Perchance without it you may die.
Cusi Coyllur. How happy am I now to see,
After these long and dismal years,
The new and lovely face of one
Who comes with thee and gives me joy.
Yma Sumac. O my princess, my sister dear,
Sweet bird, with bosom of pure gold,
What crime can they accuse thee of,
That they can make thee suffer thus?
What cruel fate has placed thee here
With death on watch in serpent's form?
