Pachacuti.

Cusi Coyllur, remain thou here,
Thy mother's palace is thy home
Fail not to amuse thyself,
Surrounded by thy maiden friends.




(Exeunt the Inca Pachacuti, the Ccoya Anahuarqui, and attendants.)




Cusi Coyllur.

I should better like a sadder song.
My dearest friends, the last you sang
To me foreshadowed evil things;[FN#19]
You who sang it leave me now.



[FN#19] In the tuya she sees her husband Ollantay, while the poor
princess herself is the forbidden grain.