Thy thrall: I bow to thy behest,
Thy fiat now will seal my fate.
King, my services are great,
I pray thee grant one last request.
I ask for Cusi Coyllur's hand
If the Ñusta's[1] love I've won.
O King! you'll have a faithful son,
Fearless, well tried, at thy command.
Pachacuti. Ollantay, thou dost now presume.
Thou art a subject, nothing more.
Remember, bold one, who thou art,
And learn to keep thy proper place.
Ollantay. Strike me to the heart.
Pachacuti. 'Tis for me to see to that,
And not for thee to choose.
Thy presumption is absurd.
Be gone!
[Ollantay rises and exit R.
Scene 4
A rocky height above Cuzco to the NE. Distant view of the city of Cuzco and of the Sacsahuaman hill, crowned by the fortress.
(Enter Ollantay armed.)
Ollantay. Alas, Ollantay! Ollantay!
Thou master of so many lands,
Insulted by him thou servedst well.
O my thrice-beloved Coyllur,
Thee too I shall lose for ever.
- ↑ Ñusta, Princess.
