Thy thrall: I bow to thy behest,
Thy fiat now will seal my fate.
O King, my services are great,
I pray thee grant one last request.
I ask for Cusi Coyllur's hand
If the Nusta's[FN#32] love I've won.
O King! you'll have a faithful son,
Fearless, well tried, at thy command.



[FN#32] Nusta, Princess.




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.