The star does weep before Inti,
The limpid tears wash grief away.
Pachacuti. Rise, my beloved, my star,
Thy place is on thy dear father's knee.




(Cusi Coyllur rises and sits on a stool by her father. An attendant
approaches.)



Attendant.

O King! thy servants come to please thee.



Pachacuti.

Let them all enter.




(Boys and girls enter dancing. After the dance they sing a harvest song.)