My people will rise at my call,
They will leave the tyrant in crowds
And he will be nearly alone.
Piqui Chaqui. Thou hast love and affection from men,
For thy kindness endears thee to all,
For thy hand's always open with gifts,
And is closely shut only to me.
Ollantay. Of what hast thou need?
Piqui Chaqui. What? the means to get this and that,
To offer a gift to my girl,
To let others see what I have,
So that I may be held in esteem.
Ollantay. Be as brave as thou art covetous,
And all the world will fear thee.
Piqui Chaqui. My face is not suited for that;
Always gay and ready to laugh,
My features are not shaped that way.
To look brave! not becoming to me.
What clarions sound on the hills?
It quickly cometh near to us.
- (Both look out at different sides.)
Ollantay. I doubt not those who seek me—come,
Let us depart and quickly march.
Piqui Chaqui. When flight is the word, I am here.
[Exeunt.
Scene 5
The great hall of the palace of Pachacuti. The Inca, as before, seated on the tiana. Enter to him Rumi-ñaui.
Pachacuti. I ordered a search to be made,
But Ollantay was not to be found.
My rage I can scarcely control—
Hast thou found this infamous wretch?
