The Indian Emperor/Act II/Scene III
SCENE III.—Changes to the Indian country.
Enter Montezuma, attended by the Indians.
Mont. Charge, charge! their ground the faint Traxallans yield!
Bold in close ambush, base in open field.
The envious devil did my fortune wrong:—
Thus fought, thus conquered I when I was young.
Alarm. Enter Cortez bloody.
Cort. Furies pursue these false Traxallans' flight;
Dare they be friends to us, and dare not fight?
What friends can cowards be, what hopes appear
Of help from such, who, where they hate, show fear!
Enter Pizarro and Vasquez.
Piz. The field grows thin; and those, that now remain,
Appear but like the shadows of the slain.
Vasq. The fierce old king is vanished from
the place, And in a cloud of dust, pursues the chase.
Cort. Their eager chase disordered does appear,
Command our horse to charge them in the rear:
You to our old Castilian foot retire,
Who yet stand firm, and at their backs give fire.