_Ozm._ If he must die, not one of us will live:
That life he gave for us, for him we give.

_Boab._ It was a traitor's voice that spoke those words;
So are you all, who do not sheath your swords.

_Zul._ Outrage unpunished, when a prince is by,
Forfeits to scorn the rights of majesty:
No subject his protection can expect,
Who what he owes himself does first neglect.

_Aben._ This stranger, sir, is he,
Who lately in the Vivarambla place
Did, with so loud applause, your triumphs grace.

_Boab._ The word which I have given, I'll not revoke;
If he be brave, he's ready for the stroke.

_Almanz._ No man has more contempt than I of breath,
But whence hast thou the right to give me death?
Obeyed as sovereign by thy subjects be,
But know, that I alone am king of me.
I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

_Boab._ Since, then, no power above your own you know,
Mankind should use you like a common foe;
You should be hunted like a beast of prey: