She seeks her mate in vain;
'My love! my love!' she makes her moan,
She falls, she dies in pain.
Cusi Coyllur. That yarahui is too sad,
Leave me alone.
[Exit the girl who sang the yarahui.
Now my tears can freely flow.
Scene 3
Great hall in the palace of Pachacuti. The Inca, as before, discovered seated on a golden tiana L. Enter to him R. Ollantay and Rumi-ñaui.
Pachacuti. The time has arrived, great Chiefs,
To decide on the coming campaign.
The spring is approaching us now,
And our army must start for the war.
To the province of Colla[1] we march—
There is news of Chayanta's[2] advance.
The enemies muster in strength,
They sharpen their arrows and spears.
Ollantay. King, that wild rabble untaught
Can never resist thine array;
Cuzco alone with its height
Is a barrier that cannot be stormed.
Twenty four thousand of mine,
With their champis[3] selected with care,
Impatiently wait for the sign,
