SCENE III.--_Changes to the Indian country_.

_Enter_ Montezuma, _attended by the Indians_.

_Mont_. Charge, charge! their ground the faint Taxallans 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.

[_Exit_.

_Alarm. Enter CORTEZ bloody_.

_Cort_. Furies pursue these false Taxallans' 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: [_To_ PIZARRO. You to our old Castilian foot retire, [_To_ VASQ. Who yet stand firm, and at their backs give fire. [_Exeunt severally._