{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_9068/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_9068","id":"gutenberg_9068","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/9068","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Historical Novels","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Plays/Films/Dramas","Incas -- Drama","Ollantay (Play)"],"text":"Apu Ollantay\n\nA Drama of the Time of the Incas\n\nSovereigns Of Peru\n\nAbout A.D. 1470\n\n\nContents\n\n INTRODUCTION\n MS. TEXTS\n ACTS AND SCENES\n DRAMATIS PERSONAE\n\n ACT I\n SCENE 1\n SCENE 2\n SCENE 3\n SCENE 4\n SCENE 5\n\n ACT II\n SCENE 1\n SCENE 2\n SCENE 3\n\n ACT III\n SCENE 1\n SCENE 2\n SCENE 3\n SCENE 4\n SCENE 5\n SCENE 6\n SCENE 7\n\n FOOTNOTES\n\n\n\n\nFirst Reduced To Writing By Dr. Valdez, Cuba Of Sicuani A.D. 1770\n\nThe Original Manuscript Copied By Dr. Justo Pastor Justiniani\n\nThis Justiniani Text Copied At Laris, In April 1863, By Clements R.\nMarkham\n\nA Free Translation Into English By Sir Clements Markham, K.C.B. [1910]\n\n\n\n\nINTRODUCTION\n\n\nThe drama was cultivated by the Incas, and dramatic performances were\nenacted before them. Garcilasso de la Vega, Molina, and Salcamayhua are\nthe authorities who received and have recorded the information given by\nthe Amautas respecting the Inca drama. Some of these dramas, and\nportions of others, were preserved in the memories of members of Inca\nand Amauta families. The Spanish priests, especially the Jesuits of\nJuli, soon discovered the dramatic aptitude of the people. Plays were\ncomposed and acted, under priestly auspices, which contained songs and\nother fragments of the ancient Inca drama. These plays were called\n\u2018Autos Sacramentales.\u2019\n\nBut complete Inca dramas were also preserved in the memories of members\nof the Amauta caste and, until the rebellion of 1781, they were acted.\nThe drama of _Ollantay_ was first reduced to writing and arranged for\nacting by Dr. Don Antonio Valdez, the Cura of Tinto. It was acted\nbefore his friend Jos\u00e9 Gabriel Condorcanqui[1] in about 1775. Taking\nthe name of his maternal ancestor, the Inca Tupac Amaru, the ill-fated\nCondorcanqui rose in rebellion, was defeated, taken, and put to death\nunder torture, in the great square of Cuzco. In the monstrous sentence\n\u2018the representation of dramas as well as all other festivals which the\nIndians celebrate in memory of their Incas\u2019 was prohibited.[2] This is\na clear proof that before 1781 these Quichua dramas were acted.\n\nThe original manuscript of Valdez was copied by his friend Don Justo\nPastor Justiniani, and this copy was inherited by his son. There was\nanother copy in the convent of San Domingo at Cuzco, but it is corrupt,\nand there are several omissions and mistakes of a copyist. Dr. Valdez\ndied, at a very advanced age, in 1816. In 1853 the original manuscript\nwas in the possession of his nephew and heir, Don Narciso Cuentas of\nTinta.\n\nThe Justiniani copy was, in 1853, in the possession of Dr. Don Pablo\nJustiniani, Cura of Laris, and son of Don Justo Pastor Justiniani. He\nis a descendant of the Incas.[3] In April 1853 I went to Laris, a\nsecluded valley of the Andes, and made a careful copy of the drama of\n_Ollantay_. From this Justiniani text my first very faulty\nline-for-line translation was made in 1871, as well as the present free\ntranslation.\n\nThe first printed notice of _Ollantay_ appeared in the _Museo Erudito_,\nNos. 5 to 9, published at Cuzco in 1837, and edited by Don Jos\u00e9\nPalacios. The next account of the drama, with extracts, was in the\n\u2018Antiguedades Peruanas,\u2019 a work published in 1851 jointly by Dr. von\nTschudi and Don Mariaiao Rivero of Arequipa. The complete text, from\nthe copy in the convent of San Domingo at Cuzco, was first published at\nVienna in 1853 by Dr. von Tschudi in his \u2018Die Kechua Sprache. It was\nobtained for him by Dr. Ruggendas of Munich. The manuscript was a\ncorrupt version, and in very bad condition, in parts illegible from\ndamp. In 1868 Don Jos\u00e9 Barranca published a Spanish translation, from\nthe Dominican text of von Tschudi. The learned Swiss naturalist, von\nTschudi, published a revised edition of his translation at Vienna in\n1875, with a parallel German translation. In 1871 I printed the\nJustiniani text with a literal, line-for-line translation, but with\nmany mistakes, since corrected; and in 1874, a Peruvian, Don Jos\u00e9\nFernandez Nodal, published the Quichua text with a Spanish translation.\n\nIn 1878 Gavino Pacheco Zegarra published his version of _Ollantay_,\nwith a free translation in French. His text is a manuscript of the\ndrama which he found in his uncle\u2019s library. Zegarra, as a native of\nPeru whose language was Quichua, had great advantages. He was a very\nsevere, and often unfair, critic of his predecessors.\n\nThe work of Zegarra is, however, exceedingly valuable. He was not only\na Quichua scholar, but also accomplished and well read. His notes on\nspecial words and on the construction of sentences are often very\ninteresting. But his conclusions respecting several passages which are\nin the Justiniani text, but not in the others, are certainly erroneous.\nThus he entirely spoils the dialogue between the Uillac Uma and Piqui\nChaqui by omitting the humorous part contained in the Justiniani text;\nand makes other similar omissions merely because the passages are not\nin his text. Zegarra gives a useful vocabulary at the end of all the\nwords which occur in the drama.\n\nThe great drawback to the study of Zegarra\u2019s work is that he invented a\nnumber of letters to express the various modifications of sound as they\nappealed to his ear. No one else can use them, while they render the\nreading of his own works difficult and intolerably tiresome.\n\nThe last publication of a text of _Ollantay_ was by the Rev. J. H.\nGybbon Spilsbury, at Buenos Ayres in 1907, accompanied by Spanish,\nEnglish, and French translations in parallel columns.\n\nThere is truth in what Zegarra says, that the attempts to translate\nline for line, by von Tschudi and myself, \u2018fail to convey a proper idea\nof the original drama to European readers, the result being alike\ncontrary to the genius of the modern languages of Europe and to that of\nthe Quichua language.\u2019 Zegarra accordingly gives a very free\ntranslation in French.\n\nIn the present translation I believe that I have always preserved the\nsense of the original, without necessarily binding myself to the words.\nThe original is in octosyllabic lines. Songs and important speeches are\nin quatrains of octosyllabic lines, the first and last rhyming, and the\nsecond and third. I have endeavoured to keep to octosyllabic lines as\nfar as possible, because they give a better idea of the original; and I\nhave also tried to preserve the form of the songs and speeches.\n\nThe drama opens towards the close of the reign of the Inca Pachacuti,\nthe greatest of all the Incas, and the scene is laid at Cuzco or at\nOllantay-tampu, in the valley of the Vilcamayu. The story turns on the\nlove of a great chief, but not of the blood-royal, with a daughter of\nthe Inca. This would not have been prohibited in former reigns, for the\nmarriage of a sister by the sovereign or his heir, and the marriage of\nprincesses only with princes of the blood-royal, were rules first\nintroduced by Pachacuti.[4] His imperial power and greatness led him to\nendeavour to raise the royal family far above all others.\n\nThe play opens with a dialogue between Ollantay and Piqui Chaqui, his\npage, a witty and humorous lad. Ollantay talks of his love for the\nPrincess Cusi Coyllur, and wants Piqui Chaqui to take a message to her,\nwhile the page dwells on the danger of loving in such a quarter, and\nevades the question of taking a message. Then to them enters the Uillac\nUma, or High Priest of the Sun, who remonstrates with Ollantay\u2014a scene\nof great solemnity, and very effective.\n\nThe next scene is in the Queen\u2019s palace. Anahuarqui, the Queen, is\ndiscovered with the Princess Cusi Coyllur, who bitterly laments the\nabsence of Ollantay. To them enters the Inca Pachacuti, quite ignorant\nthat his daughter has not only married Ollantay in secret, but that she\nis actually with child by him. Her mother keeps her secret. The Inca\nindulges in extravagant expressions of love for his daughter. Then boys\nand girls enter dancing and singing a harvest song. Another very\nmelancholy yarahui is sung; both capable of being turned by the\nPrincess into presages of the fate of herself and her husband.\n\nIn the third scene Ollantay prefers his suit to the Inca Pachacuti in\noctosyllabic quatrains, the first and last lines rhyming, and the\nsecond and third. His suit is rejected with scorn and contempt.\nOllantay next appears on the heights above Cuzco. In a soliloquy he\ndeclares himself the implacable enemy of Cuzco and the Inca. Then Piqui\nChaqui arrives with the news that the Queen\u2019s palace is empty, and\nabandoned, and that Cusi Coyllur has quite disappeared; while search is\nbeing made for Ollantay. While they are together a song is sung behind\nsome rocks, in praise of Cusi Coyllur\u2019s beauty. Then the sound of\nclarions and people approaching is heard, and Ollantay and Piqui Chaqui\ntake to flight. The next scene finds the Inca enraged at the escape of\nOllantay, and ordering his general Rumi-\u00f1aui to march at once, and make\nhim prisoner. To them enters a _chasqui_, or messenger, bringing the\nnews that Ollantay has collected a great army at Ollantay-tampu, and\nthat the rebels have proclaimed him Inca.\n\nThe second act opens with a grand scene in the hall of the\nfortress-palace of Ollantay-tampu. Ollantay is proclaimed Inca by the\npeople, and he appoints the Mountain Chief, Urco Huaranca, general of\nhis army. Urco Huaranca explains the dispositions he has made to oppose\nthe army advancing from Cuzco, and his plan of defence. In the next\nscene Rumi-\u00f1aui, as a fugitive in the mountains, describes his defeat\nand the complete success of the strategy of Ollantay and Urco Huaranca.\nHis soliloquy is in the octosyllabic quatrains. The last scene of the\nsecond act is in the gardens of the Convent of Virgins of the Sun. A\nyoung girl is standing by a gate which opens on the street. This, as\nafterwards appears, is Yma Sumac, the daughter of Ollantay and Cusi\nCoyllur, aged ten, but ignorant of her parentage. To her enters Pitu\nSalla, an attendant, who chides her for being so fond of looking out at\nthe gate. The conversation which follows shows that Yma Sumac detests\nthe convent and refuses to take the vows. She also has heard the moans\nof some sufferer, and importunes Pitu Salla to tell her who it is. Yma\nSumac goes as Mama Ccacca enters and cross examines Pitu Salla on her\nprogress in persuading Yma Sumac to adopt convent life. This Mama\nCcacca is one of the Matrons or _Mama Cuna_, and she is also the jailer\nof Cusi Coyllur.\n\nThe third act opens with an amusing scene between the Uillac Uma and\nPiqui Chaqui, who meet in a street in Cuzco. Piqui Chaqui wants to get\nnews, but to tell nothing, and in this he succeeds. The death of Inca\nPachacuti is announced to him, and the accession of Tupac Yupanqui, and\nwith this news he departs.\n\nNext there is an interview between the new Inca Tupac Yupanqui, the\nUillac Uma, and the defeated general Rumi-\u00f1aui, who promises to\nretrieve the former disaster and bring the rebels to Cuzco, dead or\nalive. It after wards appears that the scheme of Rumi-\u00f1aui was one of\ntreachery. He intended to conceal his troops in eaves and gorges near\nOllantay-tampu ready to rush in, when a signal was made. Rumi-\u00f1aui then\ncut and slashed his face, covered himself with mud, and appeared at the\ngates of Ollantay-tampu, declaring that he had received this treatment\nfrom the new Inca, and imploring protection.[5] Ollantay received him\nwith the greatest kindness and hospitality. In a few days Ollantay and\nhis people celebrated the _Raymi_ or great festival of the sun with\nmuch rejoicing and drinking. Rumi-\u00f1aui pretended to join in the\nfestivities, but when most of them were wrapped in drunken sleep, he\nopened the gates, let in his own men, and made them all prisoners.\n\nThere is next another scene in the garden of the convent, in which Yma\nSumac importunes Pitu Salla to tell her the secret of the prisoner.\nPitu Salla at last yields and opens a stone door. Cusi Coyllur is\ndiscovered, fastened to a wall, and in a dying state. She had been\nimprisoned, by order of her father, Inca Pachacuti on the birth of Yma\nSumac. She is restored with food and water, and the relationship is\ndiscovered when Cusi Coyllur hears the child\u2019s name, for she had given\nit to her.\n\nNext the Inca Tupac Yupanqui is discovered in the great hall of his\npalace, seated on his _tiana_ or throne, with the Uillac Uma in\nattendance. To them enters a _chasqui_, or messenger, who describes the\nresult of Rumi-\u00f1aui\u2019s treachery in octosyllabic quatrains. Rumi-\u00f1aui\nhimself enters and receives the thanks of his sovereign. Then the\nprisoners are brought in guarded-Ollantay, Hanco Huayllu, Urco\nHuaranca, and Piqui Chaqui. The Inca upbraids them for their treason.\nHe then asks the Uillac Uma for his judgment. The High Priest\nrecommends mercy. Rumi-\u00f1aui advises immediate execution: The Inca seems\nto concur and they are ordered off, when suddenly the Inca cries\n\u2018Stop.\u2019 He causes them all to be released, appoints Ollantay to the\nhighest post in the empire next to himself, and Urco Huaranca to a high\ncommand. There are rejoicings, and in the midst of it all Yma Sumac\nforces her way into the hall, and throws herself at the Inca\u2019s feet,\nentreating him to save her mother from death. The Inca hands over the\nmatter to Ollantay, but this Yma Sumac will not have, and, the Uillac\nUma intervening, the Inca consents to go with the child.\n\nThe final scene is in the gardens of the convent. The Inca enters with\nYma Sumac, followed by the whole strength of the company. Mama Ccacca\nis ordered to open the stone door and Cusi Coyllur is brought out. She\nproves to be the sister of the Inca and the wife of Ollantay. There are\nexplanations, and all ends happily.\n\nOf the antiquity of the drama of Ollantay there is now no question.\nGeneral Mitre wrote an elaborate paper on its authenticity, raising\nseveral points to prove that it was of modern origin. But every point\nhe raised has been satisfactorily refuted. At the same time there are\nmany other points, some of them referred to by Zegarra, which establish\nthe antiquity of the drama beyond any doubt. The antiquity of the name\nOllantay-tampu, applied to the fortress in memory of the drama, is\nproved by its use in the narratives of Molina (1560) and of\nSalcamayhua.\n\nAn able review of the literature connected with the drama of Ollantay\nwas written by Don E. Larrabure y Unanue, the present Vice-President of\nPeru, who considers that Ollantay would make a good acting play with\nmagnificent scenic effects.\n\n\n\n\nMS. TEXTS.\n\n\n1. The original text of Valdez. In 1853 the property of Don Narciso\nCuentas of Tinta, heir of Dr. Valdez.\n\n2. The Justiniani text. In 1853 at Laris. Copy of the Valdez text.\n\n3. Markham\u2019s copy of the Justiniani text (printed 1871).\n\n4. Rosas copy of the Justiniani text.\n\n5. Copy in the convent of San Domingo at Cuzco (the Dominican text).\n\n6. Von Tschudi\u2019s copy of the Dominican text (printed 1853).\n\n7. Text of Zegarra (printed 1878).\n\n8. Second text of von Tschudi.\n\n9. Text of Spilsbury.\n\n10. Text of Sahuaraura _penes_ Dr. Gonzalez de la Rosa.\n\nThere is light thrown upon the name _Ollantay_ by the evidence taken\nduring the journey of the Viceroy Toledo from Jauja to Cuzco, from\nNovember 1570 to March 1571. He wanted information respecting the\norigin of the Inca government, and 200 witnesses were examined, the\nparentage or lineage of each witness being recorded. Among these we\nfind six witnesses of the _Antasayac ayllu. Sayac_ means a station or\ndivision, _Anta_is a small town near Cuzco. The names of the six _Anta_\nwitnesses were,\n\nANCAILLO; USCA; HUACRO; MANCOY; AUCA PURI; ULLANTAY;\nBesides ANTONIO PACROTRICA and PUNICU PAUCAR, Chiefs of _Anta_.\n\nWe thus find that the name of _Ollantay_ belonged to _Anta_. Now the\nIncas were under great obligations to the chief of Anta, for that chief\nhad rescued the eldest son of _Inca Rocca_ from the chief of\n_Ayamarca_, and had restored him to his father. For this great service\nthe chief of _Anta_ was declared to be a noble of the highest rank and\ncousin to the Inca family. Moreover, the daughter of the _Anta_ chief\nwas married to the _Inca Uira-cocha_, and was the mother of Pachacuti.\nAssuming, as seems probable, that _Ollantay_ was a son of the chief of\nAnta, he would be a cousin of the Inca, and of very high rank, though\nnot an agnate of the reigning family. This, I take it, is what is\nintended. _Pachacuti_ desired to raise his family high above all\nothers, and that, consequently, there should be no marriages with\nsubjects even of the highest rank; and his excessive severity on the\ntransgression of his rule by his daughter is thus explained.\n\n\n\n\nOLLANTAY\n\n\n\n\nACTS AND SCENES\n\n\nACT 1.\n\nSc. 1.\u2014Open space near Cuzco.\nOllantay, Piqui Chaqui, Uillac Uma.\n\nSc. 2.\u2014Hall in the Colcampata.\nAnahuarqui, Cusi Coyllur, Inca Pachacuti, Boys and Girls, Singers.\n\nSc. 3.\u2014Hall in the Inca\u2019s palace.\nPachacuti, Rumi-\u00f1aui, Ollantay.\n\nSc. 4.\u2014Height above Cuzco.\nOllantay, Piqui Chaqui, Unseen Singer.\n\nSc. 5.\u2014Hall in the Inca\u2019s palace.\nPachacuti, Rumi-\u00f1aui, and a Chasqui.\n\nACT II.\n\nSc. 1.\u2014Ollantay-tampu Hall.\nOllantay, Urco Huaranca, Hanco Huayllu, People and Soldiers.\n\nSc. 2.\u2014A wild place in the mountains.\nRumi-\u00f1aui\u2019s soliloquy.\n\nSc. 3.\u2014Gardens of the Virgins.\nYma Sumac, Pitu Salla, Mama Ccacca.\n\nACT III.\n\nSc. 1.\u2014Pampa Maroni at Cuzco.\nUillac Uma and Piqui Chaqui.\n\nSc. 2.\u2014Palace of Tupac Yupanqui.\nTupac Yupanqui, Uillac Uma, Rumi-\u00f1aui.\n\nSc. 3.\u2014Ollantay-tampu, Terrace.\nRumi-\u00f1aui, Ollantay, Guards.\n\nSc. 4.\u2014House of Virgins, Corridor.\nYma Sumac, Pitu Salla.\n\nSc. 5.\u2014House of Virgins, Garden.\nYma Sumac, Pitu Salla, Cusi Coyllur.\n\nSc. 6.\u2014Palace of Tupac Yupanqui.\nTupac Yupanqui, Uillac Uma, a Chasqui, Rumi-\u00f1aui, Ollantay, Urco\nHuaranca, Hanco Huayllu, Piqui Chaqui, Chiefs and Guards, then Yma\nSumac.\n\nSc. 7.\u2014House of Virgins, Garden.\nAll of Scene 6, and Mama Ccacca, Cusi Coyllur, Pitu Salla.\n\nSCENE\n\nIn Cuzco and its environs, and Ollantay-tampu\n\n\n\n\nDRAMATIS PERSONAE\n\n\nAPU OLLANTAY.\u2014General of Anti-suyu, the eastern province of the empire.\nA young chief, but not of the blood-royal. His rank was that of a\nTucuyricuo or Viceroy. The name occurs among the witnesses examined by\norder of the Viceroy Toledo, being one of the six of the Antasayac\nayllu.\n\nPACHACUTI.\u2014The Sovereign Inca.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\u2014Sovereign. Inca, son and heir of Pachacuti.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\u2014A great chief, General of Colla-suyu. The word means\n\u2018Stone-eye.\u2019\n\nUILLAC UMA.\u2014High Priest of the Sun. The word Uma means head, and\nUillac, a councillor and diviner.\n\nURCO HUARANCA.\u2014A chief. The words mean \u2018Mountain Chief.\u2019 The word\nhuaranca means 1000; hence, Chief of a Thousand.\n\nHANCO HUAYLLU AUQUI.\u2014An old officer, of the blood-royal.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\u2014Page to Ollantay. The words mean \u2018fleet-footed.\u2019\n\nANAHUARQUI.\u2014The Ccoya or Queen, wife of Pachacuti.\n\nCUSI COYLLUR \u00d1USTA.\u2014A Princess, daughter of Pachacuti. The words mean\n\u2018the joyful star.\u2019\n\nYMA SUMAC.\u2014Daughter of Cusi Coyllur. The words mean \u2018How beautiful.\u2019\n\nPITU SALLA.\u2014A girl, companion of Yma Sumac.\n\nCCACCA MAMA.\u2014A matron of Virgins of the Sun. Jailer of Cusi Coyllur.\n\nNobles, captains, soldiers, boys and girls dancing, singers,\nattendants, messengers or Chasqui.\n\n\n\n\nACT I\n\nSCENE 1\n\nAn open space near the junction of the two torrents of Cuzco, the\nHuatanay and Tullumayu or Rodadero, called Pumap Chupan, just outside\nthe gardens of the Sun. The Temple of the Sun beyond the gardens, and\nthe Sacsahuaman hill surmounted by the fortress, rising in the\ndistance. The palace of Colcampata on the hillside.\n\n(Enter OLLANTAY L. [in a gilded tunic, breeches of llama sinews, usutas\nor shoes of llama hide, a red mantle of ccompi or fine cloth, and the\nchucu or head-dress of his rank, holding a battle-axe (champi) and club\n(macana)] and PIQUI CHAQUI coming up from the back R. [in a coarse\nbrown tunic of auasca or llama cloth, girdle used as a sling, and chucu\nor head-dress of a Cuzque\u00f1o].)\n\nOLLANTAY.\nWhere, young fleet-foot, hast thou been?\nHast thou the starry \u00d1usta seen?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nThe Sun forbids such sacrilege\n\u2019Tis not for me to see the star.\nDost thou, my master, fear no ill,\nThine eyes upon the Inca\u2019s child?\n\nOLLANTAY.\nIn spite of all I swear to love\nThat tender dove, that lovely star;\nMy heart is as a lamb[6] with her,\nAnd ever will her presence seek.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nSuch thoughts are prompted by Supay[7];\nThat evil being possesses thee.\nAll round are beauteous girls to choose\nBefore old age, and weakness come.\nIf the great Inca knew thy plot\nAnd what thou seekest to attain,\nThy head would fall by his command,\nThy body would be quickly burnt.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nBoy, do not dare to cross me thus.\nOne more such word and thou shalt die.\nThese hands will tear thee limb from limb,\nIf still thy councils are so base.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nWell! treat thy servant as a dog,\nBut do not night and day repeat,\n\u2018Piqui Chaqui! swift of foot!\nGo once more to seek the star.\u2019\n\nOLLANTAY.\nHave I not already said\nThat e\u2019en if death\u2019s fell scythe[8] was here,\nIf mountains should oppose my path\nLike two fierce foes[9] who block the way,\nYet will I fight all these combined\nAnd risk all else to gain my end,\nAnd whether it be life or death\nI\u2019ll cast myself at Coyllur\u2019s feet.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nBut if Supay himself should come?\n\nOLLANTAY.\nI\u2019d strike the evil spirit down.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nIf thou shouldst only see his nose,\nThou wouldst not speak as thou dost now.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nNow, Piqui Chaqui, speak the truth,\nSeek not evasion or deceit.\nDost thou not already know,\nOf all the flowers in the field,\nNot one can equal my Princess?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nStill, my master, thou dost rave.\nI think I never saw thy love.\nStay! was it her who yesterday\nCame forth with slow and faltering steps\nAnd sought a solitary[10] path[11]?\nIf so, \u2019tis true she\u2019s like the sun,\nThe moon less beauteous than her face.[12]\n\nOLLANTAY.\nIt surely was my dearest love.\nHow beautiful, how bright is she\nThis very moment thou must go\nAnd take my message to the Star.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nI dare not, master; in the day,\nI fear to pass the palace gate.\nWith all the splendour of the court,\nI could not tell her from the rest.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nDidst thou not say thou sawest her?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nI said so, but it was not sense.\nA star can only shine at night\nOnly at night could I be sure.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nBegone, thou lazy good-for-nought.\nThe joyful star that I adore,\nIf placed in presence of the Sun,\nWould shine as brightly as before.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nLo! some person hither comes,\nPerhaps an old crone seeking alms;\nYes! Look! he quite resembles one.\nLot him the dangerous message take.\nSend it by him, O noble Chief!\nFrom me they would not hear the tale;\nThy page is but a humble lad.\n\n(Enter the UILLAC UMA, or High Priest of the Sun, at the back, arms\nraised to the Sun. In a grey tunic and black mantle from the shoulders\nto the ground, a long knife in his belt, the undress chucu on his\nhead.)\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nO giver of all warmth and light\nO Sun! I fall and worship thee.\nFor thee the victims are prepared,\nA thousand llamas and their lambs\nAre ready for thy festal day.\nThe sacred fire\u2019ll lap their blood,\nIn thy dread presence, mighty one,\nAfter long fast[13] thy victims fall.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nWho comes hither, Piqui Chaqui?\nYes, \u2019tis the holy Uillac Uma;\nHe brings his tools of augury.\nNo puma[14] more astute and wise\nI hate that ancient conjurer\nWho prophesies of evil things,\nI feel the evils he foretells;\n\u2019Tis he who ever brings ill-luck.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nSilence, master, do not speak,\nThe old man doubly is informed;\nFore-knowing every word you say,\nAlready he has guessed it all.\n\n(He lies down on a bank.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\n(_aside_)\nHe sees me. I must speak to him.\n\n(The Uillac Uma comes forward.)\n\n\nO Uillac Uma, Great High Priest,\nI bow before thee with respect\nMay the skies be clear for thee,\nAnd brightest sunshine meet thine eyes.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nBrave Ollantay! Princely one!\nMay all the teeming land be thine;\nMay thy far-reaching arm of might\nReduce the wide-spread universe.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nOld man! thine aspect causes fear,\nThy presence here some ill forebodes;\nAll round thee dead men\u2019s bones appear,\nBaskets, flowers, sacrifice.\nAll men when they see thy face\nAre filled with terror and alarm.\nWhat means it all? why comest thou?\nIt wants some months before the least.\nIs it that the Inca is ill?\nPerchance hast thou some thought divined\nWhich soon will turn to flowing blood.\nWhy comest thou? the Sun\u2019s great day,\nThe Moon\u2019s libations are not yet\nThe moon has not yet nearly reached\nThe solemn time for sacrifice.\nUillac Uma. Why dost thou these questions put,\nIn tones of anger and reproach?\nAm I, forsooth, thy humble slave?\nThat I know all I\u2019ll quickly prove.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nMy beating heart is filled with dread,\nBeholding thee so suddenly;\nPerchance thy coming is a sign,\nOf evils overtaking me.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nFear not, Ollantay! not for that,\nThe High Priest comes to thee this day.\nIt is perhaps for love of thee,\nThat, as a straw is blown by wind,\nA friend, this day, encounters thee.\nSpeak to me as to a friend,\nHide nothing from my scrutiny.\nThis day I come to offer thee\nA last and most momentous choice\n\u2019Tis nothing less than life or death.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nThen make thy words more clear to me,\nThat I may understand the choice;\nTill now \u2019tis but a tangled skein,\nUnravel it that I may know.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\n\u2019Tis well. Now listen, warlike. Chief:\nMy science has enabled me,\nTo learn and see all hidden things\nUnknown to other mortal men.\nMy power will enable me\nTo make of thee a greater prince.\nI brought thee up from tender years,\nAnd cherished thee with love and care\nI now would guide thee in the right,\nAnd ward off all that threatens thee.\nAs chief of Anti-suyu now,\nThe people venerate thy name;\nThy Sovereign trusts and honours thee,\nE\u2019en to sharing half his realm.\nFrom all the rest he chose thee out,\nAnd placed all power in thy hands;\nHe made thy armies great and strong,\nAnd strengthened thee against thy foes\nHow numerous soe\u2019er they be,\nThey have been hunted down by thee.\nAre these good reasons for thy wish,\nTo wound thy Sovereign to the heart?\nHis daughter is beloved by thee;\nThy passion thou wouldst fain indulge,\nLawless and forbidden though it be.\nI call upon thee, stop in time,\nTear this folly from thy heart.\nIf thy passion is immense,\nStill let honour hold its place.\nYou reel, you stagger on the brink\nI\u2019d snatch thee from the very edge.\nThou knowest well it cannot be,\nThe Inca never would consent.\nIf thou didst e\u2019en propose it now,\nHe would be overcome with rage;\nFrom favoured prince and trusted chief,\nThou wouldst descend to lowest rank.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nHow is it that thou canst surely know\nWhat still is hidden in my heart?\nHer mother only knows my love,\nYet thou revealest all to me.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nI read thy secret on the moon,\nAs if upon the Quipu knots;\nAnd what thou wouldst most surely hide,\nIs plain to me as all the rest.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nIn my heart I had divined\nThat thou wouldst search me through and through\nThou knowest all, O Councillor,\nAnd wilt thou now desert thy son?\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nHow oft we mortals heedless drink,\nA certain death from golden cup\nRecall to mind how ills befall,\nAnd that a stubborn heart \u2019s the cause.\n\nOLLANTAY.\n(_kneeling_).\nPlunge that dagger in my breast,\nThou holdst it ready in thy belt;\nCut out my sad and broken heart\nI ask the favour at thy feet.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\n(to Piqui Chaqui).\nGather me that flower, boy.\n\n(Piqui Chaqui gives him a withered flower and lies down again,\npretending to sleep.)\n\n\n(To Ollantay).\nBehold, it is quite dead and dry.\nOnce more behold! e\u2019en now it weeps,\nIt weeps. The water flows from it.\n\n(Water flows out of the flower.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\nMore easy for the barren rocks\nOr for sand to send forth water,\nThan that I should cease to love\nThe fair princess, the joyful star.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nPut a seed into the ground,\nIt multiplies a hundredfold;\nThe more thy crime shall grow and swell,\nThe greater far thy sudden fall.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nOnce for all, I now confess\nTo thee, O great and mighty Priest;\nNow learn my fault. To thee I speak,\nSince thou hast torn it from my heart.\nThe lasso to tie me is long,\n\u2019Tis ready to twist round my throat\nYet its threads are woven with gold,\nIt avenges a brilliant crime.\nCusi Coyllur e\u2019en now is my wife,\nAlready we\u2019re bound and are one;\nMy blood now runs in her veins,\nE\u2019en now I am noble as she.\nHer mother has knowledge of all,\nThe Queen can attest what I say;\nLet me tell all this to the King,\nI pray for thy help and advice.\nI will speak without fear and with force,\nHe may perhaps give way to his rage\nYet he may consider my youth,\nMay remember the battles I\u2019ve fought;\nThe record is carved on my club.\n\n(Holds up his macana.)\n\n\nHe may think of his enemies crushed,\nThe thousands I\u2019ve thrown at his feet.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nYoung Prince! thy words are too bold,\nThou hast twisted the thread of thy fate\u2014\nBeware, before \u2019tis too late;\nDisentangle and weave it afresh,\nGo alone to speak to the King,\nAlone bear the blow that you seek;\nAbove all let thy words be but few,\nAnd say them with deepest respect;\nBe it life, be it death that you find,\nI will never forget thee, my son.\n\n(Walks up and exit.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\nOllantay, thou art a man,\nNo place in thy heart for fear;\nCusi Coyllur, surround me with light.\nPiqui Chaqui, where art thou?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\n(jumping up).\nI was asleep, my master,\nAnd dreaming of evil things.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nOf what?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nOf a fox with a rope round its neck.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nSure enough, thou art the fox.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nIt is true that my nose is growing finer,\nAnd my ears a good deal longer.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nCome, lead me to the Coyllur.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nIt is still daylight.\n\n(Exeunt.)\n\nSCENE 2\n\nA great hall in the Colcampata, then the palace of the Queen or Ccoya\nAnahuarqui. In the centre of the back scene a doorway, and seen through\nit gardens with the snowy peak of Vilcanota in the distance. Walls\ncovered with golden slabs. On either side of the doorway three\nrecesses, with household gods in the shape of maize-cobs and llamas,\nand gold vases in them. On R. a golden tiana or throne. On L. two lower\nseats covered with cushions of fine woollen cloth.\n\n(ANAHUARQUI, the Queen or Ccoya (in blue chucu, white cotton bodice,\nand red mantle secured by a golden topu or pin, set with emeralds, and\na blue skirt), and the princess CUSI COYLLUR (in a chucu, with feathers\nof the tunqui, white bodice and skirt, and grey mantle with topu, set\nwith pearls) discovered seated.)\n\nANAHUARQUI.\nSince when art thou feeling so sad,\nCusi Coyllur! great Inti\u2019s prunelle?[15]\nSince when hast thou lost all thy joy,\nThy smile and thy once merry laugh?\nTears of grief now pour down my face,\nAs I watch and mourn over my child;\nThy grief makes me ready to die.\nThy union filled thee with joy,\nAlready you\u2019re really his wife.\nIs he not the man of thy choice?\nO daughter, devotedly loved,\nWhy plunged in such terrible grief?\n\n(Cusi Coyllur has had her face hidden in the pillows. She now rises to\nher feet, throwing up her arms.)\n\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nO my mother! O most gracious Queen!\nHow can my tears o\u2019er cease to flow,\nHow can my bitter sighs surcease,\nWhile the valiant Chief I worship\nFor many days and sleepless nights,\nAll heedless of my tender years,\nSeems quite to have forgotten me?\nHe has turned his regard from his wife\nAnd no longer seeks for his love.\nO my mother! O most gracious Queen!\nO my husband so beloved!\nSince the day when I last saw my love\nThe moon has been hidden from view;\nThe sun shines no more as of old,\nIn rising it rolls among mist;\nAt night the stars are all dim,\nAll nature seems sad and distressed\nThe comet with fiery tail,\nAnnounces my sorrow and grief\nSurrounded by darkness and tears,\nEvil auguries fill me with fears.\nO my mother! O most gracious Queen!\nO my husband so beloved!\n\nANAHUARQUI.\nCompose thyself and dry thine eyes,\nThe King, thy father, has arrived.\nThou lovest Ollantay, my child?\n\n(Enter the INCA PACHACUTI. On his head the mascapaycha, with the llautu\nor imperial fringe. A tunic of cotton embroidered with gold; on his\nbreast the golden breastplate representing the sun, surrounded by the\ncalendar of months. Round his waist the fourfold belt of tocapu. A\ncrimson mantle of fine vicuna wool, fastened on his shoulders by golden\npuma\u2019s heads. Shoes of cloth of gold. He sits down on the golden\ntiana.)\n\nINCA PACHACUTI.\nCusi Coyllur! Star of joy,\nMost lovely of my progeny!\nThou symbol of parental love\u2014\nThy lips are like the huayruru.[16]\nRest upon thy father\u2019s breast,\nRepose, my child, within mine arms.\n\n(Cusi Coyllur comes across. They embrace.)\n\n\nUnwind thyself, my precious one,\nA thread of gold within the woof.\nAll my happiness rests upon thee,\nThou art my greatest delight.\nThine eyes are lovely and bright,\nAs the rays of my father the Sun.\nWhen thy lips are moving to speak,\nWhen thine eyelids are raised with a smile,\nThe wide world is fairly entranced.\nThy breathing embalms the fresh air;\nWithout thee thy father would pine,\nLife to him would be dreary and waste.\nHe seeks for thy happiness, child,\nThy welfare is ever his care.\n\n(Cusi Coyllur throws herself at his feet.)\n\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nO father, thy kindness to me\nI feel; and embracing thy knees\nAll the grief of thy daughter will cease,\nAt peace when protected by thee.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nHow is this! my daughter before me\nOn knees at my feet, and in tears?\nI fear some evil is near\u2014\nSuch emotion must needs be explained.\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nThe star does weep before Inti,\nThe limpid tears wash grief away.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nRise, my beloved, my star,\nThy place is on thy dear father\u2019s knee.\n\n(Cusi Coyllur rises and sits on a stool by her father. An attendant\napproaches.)\n\n\nATTENDANT.\nO King! thy servants come to please thee.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nLet them all enter.\n\n(Boys and girls enter dancing. After the dance they sing a harvest\nsong.)\n\n\nThou must not feed,\nO Tuyallay,[17]\nIn \u00d1usta\u2019s field,\nO Tuyallay.\nThou must not rob,\nO Tuyallay,\nThe harvest maize,\nO Tuyallay.\nThe grains are white,\nO Tuyallay,\nSo sweet for food,\nO Tuyallay.\nThe fruit is sweet,\nO Tuyallay,\nThe leaves are green\nO Tuyallay;\nBut the trap is set,\nO Tuyallay.\nThe lime is there,\nO Tuyallay.\nWe\u2019ll cut thy claws,\nO Tuyallay,\nTo seize thee quick,\nO Tuyallay.\nAsk Piscaca,[18]\nO Tuyallay,\nNailed on a branch,\nO Tuyallay.\nWhere is her heart,\nO Tuyallay?\nWhere her plumes,\nO Tuyallay?\nShe is cut up,\nO Tuyallay,\nFor stealing grain,\nO Tuyallay.\nSee the fate,\nO Tuyallay,\nOf robber birds,\nO Tuyallay.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nCusi Coyllur, remain thou here,\nThy mother\u2019s palace is thy home\nFail not to amuse thyself,\nSurrounded by thy maiden friends.\n\n(Exeunt the Inca Pachacuti, the Ccoya Anahuarqui, and attendants.)\n\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nI should better like a sadder song.\nMy dearest friends, the last you sang\nTo me foreshadowed evil things;[19]\nYou who sang it leave me now.\n\n(Exeunt boys and girls, except one girl who sings.)\n\n\nTwo loving birds are in despair,[20]\n    They moan, they weep, they sigh;\nFor snow has fallen on the pair,\n    To hollow tree they fly.\n\nBut lo! one dove is left alone\n    And mourns her cruel fate;\nShe makes a sad and piteous moan,\n    Alone without a mate.\n\nShe fears her friend is dead and gone\u2014\n    Confirmed in her belief,\nHer sorrow finds relief in song,\n    And thus she tells her grief.\n\n\u2018Sweet mate! Alas, where art thou now?\n    I miss thine eyes so bright,\nThy feet upon the tender bough,\n    Thy breast so pure and bright.\u2019\n\nShe wanders forth from stone to stone,\n    She seeks her mate in vain;\n\u2018My love! my love!\u2019 she makes her moan,\n    She falls, she dies in pain.\n\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nThat yarahui is too sad,\nLeave me alone.\n\n(Exit the girl who sang the yarahui.)\n\n\nNow my tears can freely flow.\n\nSCENE 3\n\nGreat hall in the palace of Pachacuti. The INCA, as before, discovered\nseated on a golden tiana L. Enter to him R. OLLANTAY and RUMI-\u00d1AUI.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nThe time has arrived, O great Chiefs,\nTo decide on the coming campaign.\nThe spring is approaching us now,\nAnd our army must start for the war.\nTo the province of Colla[21] we march\u2014\nThere is news of Chayanta\u2019s[22] advance.\nThe enemies muster in strength,\nThey sharpen their arrows and spears.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nO King, that wild rabble untaught\nCan never resist thine array;\nCuzco alone with its height\nIs a barrier that cannot be stormed.\nTwenty four thousand of mine,\nWith their champis[23] selected with care,\nImpatiently wait for the sign,\nThe sound of the beat of my drums,[24]\nThe strains of my clarion and fife.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nStrive then to stir them to fight,\nArouse them to join in the fray,\nLest some should desire to yield,\nTo escape the effusion of blood.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nThe enemies gather in force,\nThe Yuncas[25] are called to their aid;\nThey have put on their garbs for the war,\nAnd have stopped up the principal roads.\nAll this is to hide their defects\u2014\nThe men of Chayanta are base.\nWe hear they\u2019re destroying the roads,\nBut we can force open the way;\nOur llamas are laden with food\u2014\nWe are ready to traverse the wilds.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nAre you really ready to start\nTo punish those angry snakes?\nBut first you must give them a chance\nTo surrender, retiring in peace,\nSo that blood may not flow without cause,\nThat no deaths of my soldiers befall.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nI am ready to march with my men,\nEvery detail prepared and in place,\nBut alas! I am heavy with care,\nAlmost mad with anxious suspense.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nSpeak, Ollantay. Tell thy wish\u2014\n\u2019Tis granted, e\u2019en my royal fringe.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nHear me in secret, O King.\n\nPACHACUTI.\n(to Rumi-\u00f1aui).\nNoble Chief of Colla, retire;\nSeek repose in thy house for a time.\nI will call thee before very long,\nHaving need of thy valour and skill.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nWith respect I obey thy command.\n\n(Exit Rumi-\u00f1aui.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\nThou knowest, O most gracious Lord,\nThat I have served thee from a youth,\nHave worked with fortitude and truth,\nThy treasured praise was my reward.[26]\n\nAll dangers I have gladly met,\nFor thee I always watched by night,\nFor thee was forward in the fight,\nMy forehead ever bathed in sweat.\n\nFor thee I\u2019ve been a savage foe,\nUrging my Antis[27] not to spare,\nBut kill and fill the land with fear,\nAnd make the blood of conquered flow.\n\nMy name is as a dreaded rope,[28]\nI\u2019ve made the hardy Yuncas[29] yield,\nBy me the fate of Chancas[30] sealed,\nThey are thy thralls without a hope.\n\n\u2019Twas I who struck the fatal blow,\nWhen warlike Huancavilca[31] rose,\nDisturbing thy august repose,\nAnd laid the mighty traitor low.\n\nOllantay ever led the van,\nWherever men were doomed to die;\nWhen stubborn foes were forced to fly,\nOllantay ever was the man.\n\nNow every tribe bows down to thee\u2014\nSome nations peacefully were led,\nThose that resist their blood is shed\u2014\nBut all, O King, was due to me.\n\nO Sovereign Inca, great and brave,\nRewards I know were also mine,\nMy gratitude and thanks are thine,\nTo me the golden axe you gave.\n\nInca! thou gavest me command\nAnd rule o\u2019er all the Anti race,\nTo me they ever yield with grace,\nAnd thine, great King, is all their land\n\nMy deeds, my merits are thine own\nTo thee alone my work is due.\nFor one more favour I would sue,\nMy faithful service\u2014thy renown.\n\n(Ollantay kneels before the Inca.)\n\n\nThy thrall: I bow to thy behest,\nThy fiat now will seal my fate.\nO King, my services are great,\nI pray thee grant one last request.\n\nI ask for Cusi Coyllur\u2019s hand\nIf the \u00d1usta\u2019s[32] love I\u2019ve won.\nO King! you\u2019ll have a faithful son,\nFearless, well tried, at thy command.\n\n\nPACHACUTI.\nOllantay, thou dost now presume.\nThou art a subject, nothing more.\nRemember, bold one, who thou art,\nAnd learn to keep thy proper place.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nStrike me to the heart.\n\nPACHACUTI.\n\u2019Tis for me to see to that,\nAnd not for thee to choose.\nThy presumption is absurd. Be gone!\n\n(Ollantay rises and exit R.)\n\nSCENE 4\n\nA rocky height above Cuzco to the NE. Distant view of the city of Cuzco\nand of the Sacsahuaman hill, crowned by the fortress.\n\n(Enter OLLANTAY armed.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\nAlas, Ollantay! Ollantay!\nThou master of so many lands,\nInsulted by him thou servedst well.\nO my thrice-beloved Coyllur,\nThee too I shall lose for ever.\nO the void[33] within my heart,\nO my princess! O precious dove!\nCuzco! O thou beautiful city!\nHenceforth behold thine enemy.\nI\u2019ll bare thy breast to stab thy heart,\nAnd throw it as food for condors;\nThy cruel Inca I will slay.\nI will call my men in thousands,\nThe Antis will be assembled,\nCollected as with a lasso.\nAll will be trained, all fully armed,\nI will guide them to Sacsahuaman.\nThey will be as a cloud of curses,\nWhen flames rise to the heavens.\nCuzco shall sleep on a bloody couch,\nThe King shall perish in its fall;\nThen shall my insulter see\nHow numerous are my followers.\nWhen thou, proud King, art at my feet,\nWe then shall see if thou wilt say,\n\u2018Thou art too base for Coyllur\u2019s hand.\u2019\nNot then will I bow down and ask,\nFor I, not thou, will be the King\u2014\nYet, until then, let prudence rule.\n\n(Enter PIQUI CHAQUI from back, R.)\n\n\nPiqui Chaqui, go back with speed,\nTell the Princess I come to-night.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nI have only just come from there\u2014\nThe palace was deserted quite,\nNo soul to tell me what had passed,\nNot even a dog[34] was there.\nAll the doors were closed and fastened,\nExcept the principal doorway,\nAnd that was left without a guard.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nAnd the servants?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nEven the mice had fled and gone,\nFor nothing had been left to eat.\nOnly an owl was brooding there,\nUttering its cry of evil omen.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nPerhaps then her father has taken her,\nTo hide her in his palace bounds.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nThe Inca may have strangled her;\nHer mother too has disappeared.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nDid no one ask for me\nBefore you went away?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nNear a thousand men are seeking\nFor you, and all are enemies,\nArmed with their miserable clubs.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nIf they all arose against me,\nWith this arm I\u2019d fight them all\nNo one yet has beat this hand,\nWielding the champi sharp and true.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nI too would like to give a stroke\nAt least, if my enemy was unarmed.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nTo whom?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nI mean that Urco Huaranca chief,\nWho lately was in search of thee.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nPerhaps the Inca sends him here\nIf so my anger is aroused.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nNot from the King, I am assured,\nHe cometh of his own accord\nAnd yet he is an ignoble man.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nHe has left Cuzco, I believe;\nMy own heart tells me it is so\nI\u2019m sure that owl announces it.\nWe\u2019ll take to the hills, at once.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nBut wilt thou abandon the Star?\n\nOLLANTAY.\nWhat can I do, alas!\nSince she has disappeared?\nAlas, my dove! my sweet princess.\n\n(Music heard among the rocks.)\n\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nListen to that yarahui,\nThe sound comes from somewhere near.\n\n(They sit on rocks.)\n\n\nSONG\n\nIn a moment I lost my beloved,\n    She was gone, and I never knew where;\nI sought her in fields and in woods,\n    Asking all if they\u2019d seen the Coyllur.\n\nHer face was so lovely and fair,\n    They called her the beautiful Star.\nNo one else can be taken for her,\n    With her beauty no girl can compare.\n\nBoth the sun and the moon seem to shine,\n    Resplendent they shine from a height,\nTheir rays to her beauty resign\n    Their brilliant light with delight.\n\nHer hair is a soft raven black,\n    Her tresses are bound with gold thread,\nThey fall in long folds down her back,\n    And add charm to her beautiful head.\n\nHer eyelashes brighten her face,\n    Two rainbows less brilliant and fair,\nHer eyes full of mercy and grace,\n    With nought but two, suns can compare.\n\nThe eyelids with arrows concealed,\n    Gaily shoot their rays into the heart\nThey open, lo! beauty revealed,\n    Pierces through like a glittering dart.\n\nHer cheeks Achancara[35] on snow,\n    Her face more fair than the dawn,\nFrom her mouth the laughter doth flow,\n    Between pearls as bright as the morn.\n\nSmooth as crystal and spotlessly clear\n    Is her throat, like the corn in a sheaf\nHer bosoms, which scarcely appear,\n    Like flowers concealed by a leaf.\n\nHer beautiful hand is a sight,\n    As it rests from all dangers secure,\nHer fingers transparently white,\n    Like icicles spotless and pure.\n\nOLLANTAY.\n(_rising_).\nThat singer, unseen and unknown,\nHas declared Coyllur\u2019s beauty and grace;\nHe should fly hence, where grief overwhelms.\nO Princess! O loveliest Star,\nI alone am the cause of thy death,\nI also should die with my love.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nPerhaps thy star has passed away,\nFor the heavens are sombre and grey.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nWhen they know that their Chief has fled,\nMy people will rise at my call,\nThey will leave the tyrant in crowds\nAnd he will be nearly alone.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nThou hast love and affection from men,\nFor thy kindness endears thee to all,\nFor thy hand\u2019s always open with gifts,\nAnd is closely shut only to me.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nOf what hast thou need?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nWhat? the means to got this and that,\nTo offer a gift to my girl,\nTo let others see what I have,\nSo that I may be held in esteem.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nBe as brave as thou art covetous,\nAnd all the world will fear thee.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nMy face is not suited for that;\nAlways gay and ready to laugh,\nMy features are not shaped that way.\nTo look brave! not becoming to me.\nWhat clarions sound on the hills?\nIt quickly cometh near to us.\n\n(Both look out at different sides.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\nI doubt not those who seek me\u2014come,\nLet us depart and quickly march.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nWhen flight is the word, I am here.\n\n(Exeunt.)\n\nSCENE 5\n\nThe great hall of the palace of Pachacuti. The INCA, as before, seated\non the tiana. Enter to him RUMI-\u00d1AUI.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nI ordered a search to be made,\nBut Ollantay was not to be found.\nMy rage I can scarcely control\u2014\nHast thou found this infamous wretch?\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nHis fear makes him hide from thy wrath.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nTake a thousand men fully armed,\nAnd at once commence the pursuit.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nWho can tell what direction to take?\nThree days have gone by since his flight,\nPerchance he\u2019s concealed in some house,\nAnd till now he is there, safely hid.\n\n(Enter a chasqui or messenger with quipus.)\n\n\nBehold, O King, a messenger\nFrom Urubamba he has come.\n\nCHASQUI.\nI was ordered to come to my King,\nSwift as the wind, and behold me.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nWhat news bringest thou?\n\nCHASQUI.\nThis quipu will tell thee, O King.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nExamine it, O Rumi-\u00f1aui.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nBehold the llanta, and the knots[36]\nAnnounce the number of his men.\n\nPACHACUTI.\n(to Chasqui).\nAnd thou, what hast thou seen?\n\nCHASQUI.\n\u2019Tis said that all the Anti host\nReceived Ollantay with acclaim;\nMany have seen, and they recount,\nOllantay wears the royal fringe.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nThe quipu record says the same.\n\nPACHACUTI.\nScarcely can I restrain my rage!\nBrave chief, commence thy march at once,\nBefore the traitor gathers strength.\nIf thy force is not enough,\nAdd fifty thousand men of mine.\nAdvance at once with lightning speed,\nAnd halt not till the foe is reached.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nTo-morrow sees me on the route,\nI go to call the troops at once\nThe rebels on the Colla road,\nI drive them flying down the rocks.\nThine enemy I bring to thee,\nDead or alive, Ollantay falls.\nMeanwhile, O Inca, mighty Lord,\nRest and rely upon thy thrall.\n\n(Exeunt.)\n\n\nEND OF ACT I.\n\n\n\n\nACT II\n\n\nSCENE 1\n\nOllantay-tampu. Hall of the fortress-palace. Back scene seven immense\nstone, slabs, resting on them a monolith right across. Above masonry.\nAt sides masonry with recesses; in the R. centre a great doorway. A\ngolden tiana against the central slab.\n\n(Enter OLLANTAY and URCO HUARANCA, both fully armed.)\n\n\nURCO HUARANCA.\nOllantay, thou hast been proclaimed\nBy all the Antis as their Lord.\nThe women weep, as you will see\u2014\nThey lose their husbands and their sons,\nOrdered to the Chayanta war.\nWhen will there be a final stop\nTo distant wars? Year after year\nThey send us all to far-off lands,\nWhere blood is made to flow like rain.\nThe King himself is well supplied\nWith coca and all kinds of food.\nWhat cares he that his people starve?\nCrossing the wilds our llamas die,\nOur feet are wounded by the thorns,\nAnd if we would not die of thirst\nWe carry water on our backs.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nGallant friends! Ye hear those words,\nYe listen to the mountain chief.\nFilled with compassion for my men,\nI thus, with sore and heavy heart,\nHave spoken to the cruel king:\n\u2018The Anti-suyu must have rest;\nAll her best men shan\u2019t die for thee,\nBy battle, fire, and disease\u2014\nThey die in numbers terrible.\nHow many men have ne\u2019er returned,\nHow many chiefs have met their death\nFor enterprises far away?\u2019\nFor this I left the Inca\u2019s court,[37]\nSaying that we must rest in peace;\nLot none of us forsake our hearths,\nAnd if the Inca still persists,\nProclaim with him a mortal feud.\n\n(Enter HANCO HUAYLLU, several chiefs, and a great crowd of soldiers and\npeople.)\n\n\nPEOPLE.\nLong live our king, Ollantay\nBring forth the standard and the fringe,\nInvest him with the crimson fringe\nIn Tampu now the Inca reigns,\nHe rises like the star of day.\n\n(The chiefs, soldiers, and people range them selves round. Ollantay is\nseated on the tiana by Hanco Huayllu, an aged Auqui or Prince.)\n\n\nHANCO HUAYLLU.\nReceive from me the royal fringe,\n\u2019Tis given by the people\u2019s will.\nUilcanota[38] is a distant land,\nYet, even now, her people come\nTo range themselves beneath thy law.\n\n(Ollantay is invested with the fringe. He rises.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\nUrco Huaranca, thee I name\nOf Anti-suyu Chief and Lord;\nReceive the arrows and the plume,\n\n(Gives them.)\n\n\nHenceforth thou art our general.\n\nPEOPLE.\nLong life to the Mountain Chief.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nHanco Huayllu,[39] of all my lords\nThou art most venerable and wise,\nBeing kin to the august High Priest,\nIt is my wish that thou shouldst give\nThe ring unto the Mountain Chief.\n\n(Urco Huaranca kneels, and Hanco Huayllu addresses him.)\n\n\nHANCO HUAYLLU.\nThis ring around thy finger\u2019s placed\nThat thou mayst feel, and ne\u2019er forget,\nThat when in fight thou art engaged,\nClemency becomes a hero chief.\n\nURCO HUARANCA.\nA thousand times, illustrious king,\nI bless thee for thy trust in me.\n\nHANCO HUAYLLU.\nBehold the valiant Mountain Chief,\nNow fully armed from head to foot,\nAnd bristling like the quiscahuan,[40]\nAccoutred as becomes a knight.\n\n(Turning to Urco Huaranca.)\n\n\nNe\u2019er let thine enemies take thee in rear\nMan of the Puna,[41] it ne\u2019er can be said\nYou fled or trembled as a reed.\n\nURCO HUARANCA.\nHear me, warriors of the Andes!\nAlready we have a valiant king,\nIt might be he will be attacked;\n\u2019Tis said th\u2019 old Inca sends a force,\nThe men of Cuzco now advance.\nWe have not a single day to lose;\nCall from the heights our Puna men,\nPrepare their arms without delay,\nMake Tampu strong with rampart walls,\nNo outlet leave without a guard;\nOn hill slopes gather pois\u2019nous herbs\nTo shoot our arrows, carrying death.\n\nOLLANTAY.\n(to Urco Huaranca).\nSelect the chiefs!\nFix all the posts for different tribes;\nOur foes keep marching without sleep\u2014\nContrive to check them by surprise.\nThe compi[42] ruse may cause their flight.\n\nURCO HUARANCA.\nThirty thousand brave Antis are here,\nAmongst them no weakling is found;\nApu Maruti,[43] the mighty in war,\nFrom high Uilcapampa[44] will come,\nOn steep Tinquiqueru[45] he\u2019ll stand\nTo march when the signal appears;\nOn the opposite side of the stream\nPrince Chara[46] has mustered his force;\nIn the gorge Charamuni[47] I post\nTen thousand armed Antis on watch;\nAnother such force is in wait\nOn the left, in the vale of Pachar.[48]\nWe are ready to meet our foes,\nWe await them with resolute calm;\nThey will march in their confident pride\nUntil their retreat is cut off,\nThen the trumpet of war shall resound,\nFrom the mountains the stones shall pour down,\nGreat blocks will be hurled from above.\nThe Huancas[49] are crushed or dispersed,\nThen the knife shall do its fell work,\nAll will perish by blows from our hands,\nOur arrows will follow their flight.\n\nPEOPLE and SOLDIERS.\nIt is well! It is very well!\n\n(Cheers and martial music.)\n\n\n(Exeunt.)\n\nSCENE 2\n\nA wild place the mountains. Distant view of Ollantay-tampu.\n\n(Enter Rumi-\u00f1aui, torn and ragged, and covered with blood, with two\nattendants.)\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nAh! Rumi-\u00f1aui\u2014Rumi-\u00f1aui,[50]\nThou art a fated rolling stone,[51]\nEscaped indeed, but quite alone,\nAnd this is now thy _yarahui_.\n\nOllantay posted on the height,\nThou couldst not either fight or see,\nThy men did quickly fall or flee;\nNo room was there to move or fight.\n\nThou knowest now thy heart did beat\nAnd flutter like a butterfly;\nThy skill thou couldst not then apply,\nNo course was left thee but retreat.\n\nThey had recourse to a surprise,\nOur warriors immolated quite.\nAh! that alone could turn thee white\u2014\nFrom shame like that, canst e\u2019er arise?\n\nBy thousands did thy warriors fall,\nI hardly could alone escape,\nWith open mouth fell death did gape,\nA great disaster did befall.\n\nHolding that traitor to be brave,\nI sought to meet him face to face\u2014\nRushing to seek him with my mace,\nI nearly found a warrior\u2019s grave.\n\nMy army then was near the hill,\nWhen suddenly the massive stones\nCame crashing down, with cries and moans,\nWhile clarions sounded loud and shrill.\n\nA rain of stones both great and small\nDown on the crowd of warriors crashed,\nOn every side destruction flashed,\nThy heart the slaughter did appal.\n\nLike a strong flood the blood did flow,\nInundating the ravine;\nSo sad a sight thou ne\u2019er hast seen\u2014\nNo man survived to strike a blow.\n\nO thou who art by this disgraced,\nWhat figure canst thou ever show\nBefore the king, who seeks to know\nThe truth, which must be faced?\n\n\u2019Tis better far myself to kill,\nOr losing every scrap of hope,\nTo hang my body with this rope.\n\n(Takes a sling off his cap\u2014going.)\n\n\nYet may it not be useful still?\n\n(Turns again.)\n\n\nWhen bold Ollantay\u2019s end has come.[52]\n\n(Exit.)\n\nSCENE 3\n\nA garden in the house of the Virgins of the Sun. Chilca shrubs and\nmulli trees (Schinus Molle) with panicles of red berries. The walls of\nthe house at the back, with a door. A gate (L.) opening on the street.\n\n(YMA SUMAC discovered at the gate looking out. To her enters (R.) PITU\nSALLA. Both dressed in white with golden belts.)\n\nPITU SALLA.\nYma Sumac, do not approach\nSo near that gate, and so often;\nIt might arouse the Mother\u2019s wrath.\nThy name, which is so dear to me,\nWill surely pass from mouth to mouth.\nHonour shall be shown to chosen ones,[53]\nWho wish to close the outer gate.\nAmuse thyself within the walls,\nAnd no one then can say a word.\nThink well what you can find within\u2014\nIt gives you all you can desire,\nOf dresses, gold, and dainty food.\nThou art beloved by every one,\nE\u2019en Virgins of the royal blood.\nThe Mothers love to carry thee,\nThey give thee kisses and caress\u2014\nYou they prefer to all the rest.\nWhat more could any one desire,\nThan always to remain with them,\nDestined to be servant of the Sun?\nIn contemplating Him there\u2019s peace.\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nPitu Salla, ever you repeat\nThe same thing and the same advice;\nI will open to thee my whole heart,\nAnd say exactly what I think.\nKnow that to me this court and house\nAre insupportable\u2014no less;\nThe place oppresses\u2014frightens me\u2014\nEach day I curse my destiny.\nThe faces of all the Mama Cuna\nFill me with hatred and disgust,\nAnd from the place they make me sit,\nNothing else is visible.\nAround me there is nothing bright,\nAll are weeping and ne\u2019er cease\nIf I could ever have my way,\nNo person should remain within.\nI see the people pass outside,\nLaughing as they walk along.\nThe reason it is plain to see\u2014\nThey are not mewed and cloistered here.\nIs it because I have no mother,\nThat I am kept a prisoner?\nOr is it I\u2019m a rich novice?\nThen from to-day I would be poor.\nLast night I could not get to sleep,\nI wandered down a garden walk;\nIn the dead silence of the night,\nI heard one mourn. A bitter cry,\nAs one who sought and prayed for death.\nOn every side I looked about,\nMy hair almost on end with fright,\nTrembling, I cried, \u2018Who canst thou be?\u2019\nThen the voice murmured these sad words:\n\u2018O Sun, release me from this place!\u2019\nAnd this, amidst such sighs and groans!\nI searched about, but nothing found\u2014\nThe grass was rustling in the wind.\nI joined my tears to that sad sound,\nMy heart was torn with trembling fear.\nWhen now the recollection comes,\nI\u2019m filled with sorrow and with dread.\nYou know now why I hate this place.\nSpeak no more, my dearest friend,\nOf reasons for remaining here.\n\nPITU SALLA.\nAt least go in. The Mother may appear.\n\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nBut pleasant is the light of day.\n\n(Exit, R.)\n\n\n(Enter MAMA CCACCA, L., in grey with black edges and belt.)\n\n\nMAMA CCACCA.\nPitu Salla, hast thou spoken\nAll I told thee to that child?\n\nPITU SALLA.\nI have said all to her.\n\nMAMA CCACCA.\nAnd she, does she answer freely?\n\nPITU SALLA.\nShe has wept and asked for pity,\nRefusing to comply at all.\nShe will not take the virgin\u2019s oath.\n\nMAMA CCACCA.\nAnd this in spite of thy advice?\n\nPITU SALLA.\nI showed her the dress she will wear,\nTelling her misfortune would befall\nIf she refused to be a chosen one\u2014\nThat she would ever be an outcast,\nAnd for us a child accursed.\n\nMAMA CCACCA.\nWhat can she imagine,\nWretched child of an unknown father,\nA maid without a mother,\nJust a fluttering butterfly?\nTell her plainly, very plainly,\nThat these walls offer her a home,\nSuited for outcasts such as she,\nAnd here no light is seen.\n\n(Exit, L.)\n\n\nPITU SALLA.\nAy, my Sumac! Yma Sumac!\nThese walls will be cruel indeed,\nTo hide thy surpassing beauty.\n\n(Glancing to where Mama Ccacca went out.)\n\n\nWhat a serpent! What a puma!\n\n\n\n\nACT III\n\nSCENE 1\n\nThe Pampa Moroni, a street in Cuzco. Enter RUMI-\u00d1AUI (L.)[54] in a long\nblack cloak with a train, and PIQUI CHAQUI (R.), meeting each other.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nWhence, Piqui Chaqui, comest thou?\nDost thou here seek Ollantay\u2019s fate?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nCuzco, great lord, is my birthplace;\nI hasten back unto my home.\nI care not more to pass my days\nIn dismal and profound ravines.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nTell me, Ollantay\u2014what does he?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nHe is busy now entangling\nAn already entangled skein.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nWhat skein?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nShould you not give me some present\nIf you want me to talk to you.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nWith a stick will I give thee blows,\nWith a rope I will hang thee.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nO, do not frighten me!\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nSpeak then.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nOllantay. Is it Ollantay?\nI can remember no more.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nPiqui Chaqui! Take care!\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nBut you will not listen!\nI am turning blind,\nMy ears are getting deaf,\nMy grandmother is dead,\nMy mother is left alone.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nWhere is Ollantay? Tell me.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nI am in want of bread,\nAnd the Paccays[55] are not ripe.\nI have a long journey to-day\u2014\nThe desert is very far off.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nIf you continue to vex me\nI will take your life.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nOllantay, is it? He is at work.\nOllantay! He is building a wall,\nWith very small stones indeed;\nThey are brought by little dwarfs\u2014\nSo small that to be a man\u2019s size\nThey have to climb on each other\u2019s backs.\nBut tell me, O friend of the King,[56]\nWhy art thou in such long clothes,\nTrailing like the wings of a sick bird[57]\u2014\nAs they are black it is better.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nHast thou not seen already\nThat Cuzco is plunged in grief?\nThe great Inca Pachacuti[58] is dead,\nAll the people are in mourning,\nEvery soul is shedding tears.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nWho, then, succeeds to the place\nWhich Pachacuti has left vacant?\nIf Tupac Yupanqui succeeds,\nThat Prince is the youngest\nThere are some others older.[59]\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nAll Cuzco has elected him,\nFor the late king chose him,\nGiving him the royal fringe;\nWe could elect no other.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nI hasten to bring my bed here.[60]\n\n(Exit running.)\n\nSCENE 2\n\nGreat hall of the palace of Tupac Yupanqui. The INCA seated on golden\ntiana (C.).\n\n(Enter the HIGH PRIEST or UILLAC UMA, with priests and chosen Virgins\nof the Sun. The INCA dressed as his father. Uillac Uma in full dress,\nwearing the huampar chucu. Virgins in white with gold belts and\ndiadems. They range themselves by the throne (L.). Then enter RUMI-\u00d1AUI\nand a crowd of chiefs, all in full dress, ranging themselves by the\nthrone (R.).)\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nThis day, O Councillors and Chiefs,\nLet all receive my benison;\nYou Holy Virgins of the Sun[61]\nReceive our father\u2019s tenderest care.\nThe realm, rejoicing, hails me king;\nFrom deep recesses of my heart\nI swear to seek the good of all.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nTo-day the smoke of many beasts\nAscends on high towards the sun,\nThe Deity with joy accepts\nThe sacrifice of prayer and praise.\nWe found in ashes of the birds\nOur only Inca, King, and Lord,\nIn the great llama sacrifice;\nAll there beheld an eagle\u2019s form,\nWe opened it for augury,\nBut lo! the heart and entrails gone.\nThe eagle Anti-suyu means\u2014\nTo thy allegiance they return.\n\n(Bowing to the Inca.)\n\n\nThus I, thy augur, prophesy.\n\n(Acclamation.) (Exeunt all but Uillac Uma and Rumi-\u00f1aui.)\n\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\n(turning to Rumi-\u00f1aui).\nBehold the Hanan-suyu Chief\nWho let the enemy escape,\nWho led to almost certain death\nSo many thousands of my men.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nBefore his death thy father knew\nDisaster had befallen me;\n\u2019Tis true, O King, it was my fault,\nLike a stone[62] I gave my orders,\nAnd volleying stones soon beat me down;\nIt was with stones I had to fight,\nAnd in the end they crushed my men.\nOh! grant me, Lord, a single chance,\nGive perfect freedom to my plans,\nMyself will to the fortress march,\nAnd I will leave it desolate.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nFor thee to strive with all thy might,\nFor thee thine honour to regain,\nFor thou shalt ne\u2019er command my men\nUnless thy worthiness is proved.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nNot many days shall pass, O King,\nE\u2019er all the Antis are subdued.\nI\u2019ve seen it in the quipu roll,\nHaste! Haste! thou Rumi Tunqui. [63]\n\n(Exeunt.)\n\nSCENE 3\n\nThe great terrace entrance to Ollantay-tampu. On R. a long masonry wall\nwith recesses at intervals. At back a great entrance doorway. On L.\nterraces descend, with view of valley and mountains.\n\n(Guards discovered at entrance doorway. To them enter RUMI-\u00d1AUI in\nrags, his face cut and slashed with wounds, and covered with blood.)\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nWill no one here have pity on me?\n\nONE OF THE GUARDS.\nWho art thou, man?\nWho has ill-treated thee?\nThou comest in a frightful state,\nCovered with blood and gaping wounds.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nGo quickly to thy king and say\nThat one he loves has come to him.\n\n\nONE OF THE GUARDS.\nThy name?\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nThere is no need to give a name.\n\n\nONE OF THE GUARDS.\nWait here.\n\n(Exit one of the guards.)\n\n\n(Enter OLLANTAY with guards, R. front.)\n\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nA thousand times I thee salute,\nOllantay, great and puissant king!\nHave pity on a fugitive\nWho seeks a refuge here with thee.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nWho art thou, man? Approach nearer.\nWho has thus ill-treated thee?\nWere such deep and fearful wounds\nCaused by a fall, or what mishap?\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nThou knowest me, O mighty chief.\nI am that stone that fell down once,\nBut now I fall before thy feet;\nO Inca! mercy! Raise me up!\n\n(Kneels.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\nArt thou the noble Rumi-\u00f1aui,\nGreat Chief and Lord of Hanan-suyu?\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nYes, I was that well-known Chief\u2014\nA bleeding fugitive to-day.\nOllantay. Rise, comrade mine. Let us embrace.\n\n(Rises.)\n\n\nWho has dared to treat thee thus,\nAnd who has brought thee here to me\nWithin my fortress, on my hearth?\n\n(To attendants.)\n\n\nBring new clothes for my oldest friend.\n\n(Exit an attendant.)\n\n\nHow is it that thou art alone?\nCamest thou not fearing death?\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nA new king reigns in Cuzco now\u2014\nTupac Yupanqui is installed.\nAgainst the universal wish,\nHe rose upon a wave of blood;\nSafety he sees in headless trunks,\nThe sunchu[64] and the nucchu[65] red\nAre sent to all he would destroy.\nDoubtless you have not forgot\nThat I was Hanan-suyu\u2019s Chief.\nYupanqui ordered me to come;\nArrived, I came before the king,\nAnd as he has a cruel heart,\nHe had me wounded as you see;\nAnd now thou knowest, king and friend,\nHow this new Inca treated me.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nGrieve not, old friend Rumi-\u00f1aui,\nThy wounds before all must be cured;\nI see in thee th\u2019 avenging knife,\nTo use against the tyrant\u2019s heart.\nAt Tampu now we celebrate\nThe Sun\u2019s great Raymi festival;\nOn that day all who love my name,\nThroughout my realms hold festival.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nThose three days of festival\nTo me will be a time of joy,\nPerhaps I may be healed by then,\nSo that my heart may pleasure seek.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nIt will be so. For three whole nights\nWe drink and feast, to praise the Sun,\nThe better to cast all care aside\nWe shall be shut in Tampu fort.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nThe youths, as is their wont, will find\nTheir great delight in those three nights,\nThen will they rest from all their toils,\nAnd carry off the willing girls.\n\nSCENE 4\n\nA corridor in the palace of Chosen Virgins.\n\n(Enter YMA SUMAC and PITU SALLA.)\n\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nPitu Salla, beloved friend,\nHow long wilt thou conceal from me\nThe secret that I long to know?\nThink, dearest, of my anxious heart,\nHow I shall be in constant grief\nUntil you tell the truth to me.\nWithin these hard and cruel bounds\nDoes some one suffer for my sins?\nMy sweet companion, do not hide\nFrom me, who \u2019tis that mourns and weeps\nSomewhere within the garden walls.\nHow is it she is so concealed\nThat I can never find the place?\n\nPITU SALLA.\nMy Sumac, now I\u2019ll tell thee all\u2014\nOnly concerning what you hear,\nAnd still more surely what you see,\nYou must be dumb as any stone;\nAnd you too must be well prepared\nFor a most sad heart-rending sight\u2014\n\u2019Twill make thee weep for many days.\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nI will not tell a living soul\nWhat you divulge. But tell me all,\nI\u2019ll shut it closely in my heart.\n\nSCENE 5\n\nA secluded part of the gardens of the Virgins, (L.) flowers, (R.) a\nthicket of mulli[66] and chilca,[67] concealing a stone door.\n\n(PITU SALLA and YMA SUMAC.)\n\n\nPITU SALLA.\nIn this garden is a door of stone,\nBut wait until the Mothers sleep,\nThe night comes on. Wait here for me.\n\n(Exit.)\n\n\n(Yma Sumac reclines on a bank and sleeps.\nNight comes on, Yma Sumac awakes.)\n\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nA thousand strange presentiments\nCrowd on me now, I scarce know what\u2014\nPerhaps I shall see that mournful one\nWhose fate already breaks my heart.\n\n(Pitu Salla returns with a cup of water, a small covered vase\ncontaining food, and a torch which she gives to Yma Sumac. She leads\nYma Sumac through bushes to the stone door, fixes the torch, presses\nsomething, and the door swings round.)\n\n\n(CUSI COYLLUR is discovered senseless, extended on the ground, a snake\ntwining itself round her waist.)\n\n\nPITU SALLA.\nBehold the princess for whom you seek.\nWell! is thy heart now satisfied?\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nOh, my friend, what do I behold?\nIs it a corpse that I must see?\nOh, horror! A dungeon for the dead!\n\n(She faints.)\n\n\nPITU SALLA.\nWhat misfortune has now arrived?\nO my Sumac, my dearest love,\nO come to thyself without delay!\nArouse thee. Arise, my lovely flower.\n\n(Yma Sumac revives.)\n\n\nFear not, my dove, my lovely friend,\n\u2019Tis not a corpse. The princess lives,\nUnhappy, forlorn, she lingers here.\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nIs she, then, still a living being?\n\nPITU SALLA.\nApproach nearer, and you can help.\nShe lives indeed. Look. Watch her now.\nGive me the water and the food.\n\n(To Cusi Coyllur, while helping her to sit up.)\n\n\nO fair princess, I bring thee food\nAnd cooling water to refresh.\nTry to sit up. I come with help.\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nWho art thou, my sweetest dove?\nWhy art thou shut in such a place?\n\nPITU SALLA.\nTake a little food, we pray.\nPerchance without it, you may die.\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nHow happy am I now to see,\nAfter these long and dismal years,\nThe new and lovely face of one\nWho comes with thee and gives me joy.\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nO my princess, my sister dear,\nSweet bird, with bosom of pure gold,\nWhat crime can they accuse thee of,\nThat they can make thee suffer thus?\nWhat cruel fate has placed thee here\nWith death on watch in serpent\u2019s form?\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nO charming child, the seed of love,\nSweet flower for my broken heart,\nI have been thrust in this abyss.\nI once was joined to a man\nAs pupil is part of the eye;\nBut alas! has he forgotten me?\nThe King know not that we were joined\nBy such indissoluble bonds,\nAnd when he came to ask my hand,\nThat King dismissed him in a rage,\nAnd cruelly confined me here.\nMany years have passed since then,\nYet, as you see, I\u2019m still alive;\nNo single soul have I beheld\nFor all those sad and dismal years,\nNor have I found relief nor hope.\nBut who art thou, my dear, my love,\nSo young, so fresh, so pitiful?\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nI too, like thee, am full of grief,\nFor long I\u2019ve wished to see and love,\nMy poor forlorn and sad princess.\nNo father, no mother are mine,\nAnd there are none to care for me.\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nWhat age art thou?\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nI ought to number many years,\nFor I detest this dreadful house,\nAnd as it is a dreary place,\nThe time in it seems very long.\n\nPITU SALLA.\nShe ought to number just ten years\nAccording to the account I\u2019ve kept.\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nAnd what is thy name?\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nThey call me Yma Sumac now,\nBut to give it me is a mistake.\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nO my daughter! O my lost love,\nCome to thy mother\u2019s yearning heart.\n\n(Embraces Yma Sumac.)\n\n\nThou art all my happiness,\nMy daughter, come, O come to me;\nThis joy quite inundates my soul,\nIt is the name I gave to thee.\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nO my mother, to find thee thus!\nWe must be parted never more.\nDo not abandon me in grief.\nTo whom can I turn to free thee,\nTo whom can I appeal for right?\n\nPITU SALLA.\nMake no noise, my dearest friend.\nTo find us thus would ruin me.\nLet us go. I fear the Mothers.\n\nYMA SUMAC.\n(to Cusi Coyllur).\nSuffer a short time longer here,\nUntil I come to take thee hence,\nPatience for a few more days.\nAlas! my mother dear! I go,\nBut full of love, to seek for help.\n\n(Exeunt closing the stone door, all but Cusi Coyllur. They extinguish\nthe torch.)\n\nSCENE 6\n\nGreat hall in the palace of Tupac Yupanqui.\n\n(The INCA discovered seated on the tiana. To him enter the UILLAC UMA,\nin full dress.)\n\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nI greet thee, great and noble Priest!\nHast thou no news of Rumi-\u00f1aui.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nLast night, with guards, I wandered out\nOn heights towards Uilcanuta.\nFar off I saw a crowd in chains,\nNo doubt the Anti prisoners,v For they are all defeated quite.\nThe cacti[68] on the mountains smoke,\nE\u2019en now the fortress is in flames.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nAnd Ollantay, is he taken?\nPerhaps\u2014I hope his life is saved.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nOllantay was among the flames,\n\u2019Tis said that no one has escaped.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nThe Sun, my Father, is my shield,\nI am my father\u2019s chosen child.\nWe must subdue the rebel host,\nFor that I am appointed here.\n\n(Enter a CHASQUI with a quipu in his hand.)\n\n\nTHE CHASQUI.\nThis morning at the dawn of day,\nRumi-\u00f1aui despatched this quipu.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\n(to the Uillac Uma).\nSee what it says.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nThis knot, coloured burnt ahuarancu,\nTells us that Tampu too is burnt;\nThis triple knot to which is hung\nAnother which is quintuple,\nIn all of quintuples are three,\nDenotes that Anti-suyu\u2019s thine,\nIts ruler prisoner of war.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\n(to the Chasqui).\nAnd thou. Where wert thou?\n\nTHE CHASQUI.\nSole King and Lord! Child of the Sun!\nI am the first to bring the news,\nThat thou mayst trample on the foe,\nAnd in thine anger drink their blood.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nDid I not reiterate commands\nTo spare and not to shed their blood\u2014\nNot anger but pity is my rule.\n\nTHE CHASQUI.\nO Lord, we have not shed their blood;\nThey were all captured in the night,\nUnable to resist our force.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nRecount to me in full detail\nThe circumstances of the war.\n\nTHE CHASQUI.\nFor a signal thy warriors wait.\nThe nights passed at Tinquiqueru,[69]\nConcealed in the cavern below,\nYanahuara[70] men joining us late.\n\nWe waited within the large cave,\nThy men always ready to fight,\nBehind foliage well out of sight,\nThy warriors patient and brave.\n\nBut for three long days and dark nights,\nNo food for the zealous and bold;\nFeeling hungry, thirsty, and cold,\nWe waited and watched for the lights.[71]\n\nRumi-\u00f1aui sent orders at length,\nWhen the Raymi[72] they carelessly keep,\nAnd all of them drunk or asleep,\nWe were then to rush on with our strength.\n\nWord came to surprise our foes,\nRumi-\u00f1aui had opened the gate,\nAs cautious and silent as fate\u2014\nWe were masters with none to oppose.\n\nThose rebels fell into the trap,\nThe arrows came on them like rain,\nMost died in their sleep without pain,\nNot knowing their fatal mishap.\n\nOllantay, still trusting, was ta\u2019en,\nThe same Urco Huaranca befell;\nHanco Huayllu is captive as well,\nWe thy rebels in fetters detain.\n\nThe Antis by thousands are slain,\nA fearful example is made,\nThey are beaten, crushed, and betrayed,\nTheir women in sorrow and pain.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nAs witness of what has occurred,\nOn Vilcamayu\u2019s storied banks,\nNo doubt thou hast told me the truth.\nIt was a well designed attack.\n\n(Enter RUMI-\u00d1AUI followed by several chiefs.)\n\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nGreat Inca, I kneel at thy feet,\nThis time You will hear my report,\nI beseech thee to deign to restore\nThe trust that I forfeited once.\n\n(Kneels.)\n\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nRise, great Chief, receive my regard,\nI accept thy great service with joy;\nThou didst cast o\u2019er the waters thy net,\nAnd hast captured a marvellous fish.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nOur enemies perished in crowds,\nTheir chiefs were captured and bound,\nOverwhelmed by my terrible force,\nLike a rook detached from the heights.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nWas much blood shed in the assault?\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nNo, Lord, not a drop has been shed,\nTo thine orders I strictly adhered.\nThose Antis were strangled in sleep,\nBut the fort is entirely razed.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nWhere are the rebels?\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nThey are waiting with agonised fear,\nFor their fate, to perish by cords.\nThe people are sending up cries,\nDemanding their deaths without fail.\nTheir women are now in their midst,\nThe children raise hideous cries;\nIt is well that thine order should pass\nTo finish their traitorous lives.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nIt must be so without any doubt,\nThat the orphans may not be alone,\nLet all perish, not sparing one,\nThus Cuzco recovers her peace,\nLet the traitors be brought before me.\nIn my presence the sentence they\u2019ll hear.\n\n(Exit Rumi-\u00f1aui, and re-enter followed by guards in charge of OLLANTAY,\nURCO HUARANCA, and HANCO HAUYLLU, bound and blindfold, followed by\nguards with PIQUI CHAQUI bound.)\n\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nTake the bands off the eyes of those men.\nAnd now, Ollantay, where art thou?\nAnd where art thou, O Mountain Chief?\nSoon thou wilt roll down from the heights.\n\n(To the soldiers who bring in Piqui Chaqui.)\n\n\nWhom have we here?\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nMany fleas in the Yuncas abound,\nAnd torment the people full sore,\nWith boiling water they are killed,\nAnd I, poor flea,[73] must also die.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nTell me, Hanco Huayllu, tell me,\nWhy art thou Ollantay\u2019s man?\nDid not my father honour thee?\nDid he not grant thy requests?\nDid he ever have a secret from thee?\nSpeak also, you, the other rebels,\nOllantay and the Mountain Chief.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nO father, we have nought to say,\nOur crimes are overwhelming us.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\n(to the Uillac Uma).\nPronounce their sentence, great High Priest.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nThe light that fills me from the Sun\nBrings mercy and pardon to my heart.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nNow thy sentence, Rumi-\u00f1aui.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nFor crimes enormous such as these\nDeath should ever be the doom\nIt is the only way, O King!\nTo warn all others from such guilt.\nTo stout tocarpus[74] they should be\nSecured and bound with toughest rope,\nThen should the warriors freely shoot\nTheir arrows until death is caused.\n\nPIQUI CHAQUI.\nMust it be that evermore\nThe Antis must all perish thus?\nAlas! then let the branches burn\nWhat pouring out of blood is here.[75]\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nSilence, rash man, nor dare to speak,\n\n(General lamentation outside.)\n\n\nHaving been rolled just like a stone,\nMy heart has now become a stone.[76]\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nKnow that tocarpus are prepared.\nRemove those traitors from my sight,\nLet them all perish, and at once.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nTake these three men without delay\nTo the dreaded execution stakes;\nSecure them with unyielding ropes,\nAnd hurl them from the lofty rocks.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nStop! Cast off their bonds.\n\n(The guards unbind them. They all kneel.)\n\n\n(To Ollantay, kneeling).\nRise from thy knees; come to my side.\n\n(Rises.)\n\n\nNow thou hast seen death very near,\nYou that have shown ingratitude,\nLearn how mercy flows from my heart;\nI will raise thee higher than before.\nThou wert Chief of Anti-suyu,\nNow see how far my love will go;\nI make thee Chief in permanence.\nReceive this plume as general,\nThis arrow[77] emblem of command.[78]\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\n(to the Uillac Uma).\nThou mighty Pontiff of the Sun,\nRobe him in the regal dress.\nRaise up the others from their knees,\nAnd free them from the doom of death.\n\n(Urco Huaranca, Hanco Huayllu, and Piqui Chaqui rise, the latter\nlooking much relieved. The Uillac Uma places the robe on Ollantay\u2019s\nshoulders.)\n\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nOllantay, learn to recognise\nTupac Yupanqui\u2019s generous mind;\nFrom this day forth be thou his friend,\nAnd bless his magnanimity.\nThis ring contains my potent charm,\nFor this I place it on thy hand.\n\n(Gives him a ring, or bracelet.)\n\n\nThis mace receive, \u2019tis from the king,\n\n(Gives him a mace (champi).)\n\n\nIt is his gracious gift to thee.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nWith tears I shall nearly consume\nThat mace thus presented to me;\nI am tenfold the great Inca\u2019s slave,\nIn this world no equal is found,\nMy heart\u2019s fibres his latchets shall be;\nFrom this moment my body and soul\nTo his service alone shall belong.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nNow, Mountain Chief! come near to me,\nOllantay is given the arrow and plume,\nThough to me he gave fury and war.\nNotwithstanding all that has passed\nHe continues the Andean chief,\nAnd will lead his rebels to peace;\nThee also I choose for the plume;\nFrom this day thou art a great chief,\nAnd never forget in thy thoughts,\nI saved thee from death and disgrace.\n\nURCO HUARANCA.\nGreat King and most merciful Lord,\nBut now, expecting my death,\nI am ever thy most faithful slave.\n\n(Uillac Uma gives him the plume and arrow.)\n\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nO Urco, the Inca has made\nA great and a powerful chief,\nAnd grants thee with marvellous grace\nThe arrow and also the plume.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nIllustrious King, I venture to ask,\nWill Anti-suyu have two chiefs.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nThere will not be two, O Rumi-\u00f1aui\nThe Mountain Chief will rule the Antis;\nIn Cuzco Ollantay will reign\u2014\nAs Viceroy deputed by me\nHis duties will call him to act\nAs ruler throughout the whole realm.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nO King! thou dost raise me too high,\nA man without service or claim;\nI am thy obedient slave\u2014\nMayst thou live for a thousand years.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nThe mascapaycha now bring forth,\nAnd to it the llautu attach.\nUillac Uma, adorn him with these,\nAnd proclaim his state to the world.\nYes, Ollantay shall stand in my place,\nRaised up like the star of the morn,\nFor Colla this month I shall start;\nAll preparations are made.\nIn Cuzco Ollantay will stay,\nMy Ranti[79] and Viceroy and friend.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nI would fain, O magnanimous King,\nFollow thee in the Chayanta war;\nThou knowest my love for such work.\nPeaceful Cuzco is not to my taste,\nI prefer to be thy Canari,[80]\nTo march in the van of thy force,\nAnd not to be left in the rear.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nThou shouldst find the wife of thy choice,\nAnd with her reign happily here\nIn Cuzco; repose without care;\nRest here while I\u2019m absent in war.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nGreat King, thy sorrowful slave\nAlready had chosen a wife.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nHow is it I know not of this?\nIt should be reported to me.\nI will load her with suitable gifts;\nWhy was this concealed from my eyes?\n\nOLLANTAY.\nIn Cuzco itself disappeared\nThat sweet and adorable dove;\nOne day she did rest in my arms,\nAnd the next no more to be seen.\nIn grief I made search far and near,\nEarth seemed to have swallowed her up,\nTo have buried her far from my sight;\nO such, mighty King, is my grief.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nOllantay! afflict not thyself,\nFor now thou must take up thy place\nWithout turning thy eyes from thy work.\n\n(To Uillac Uma.)\n\n\nHigh priest, obey my command.\n\n(The Uillac Uma goes to the wings (R.) and addresses the people\noutside.)\n\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nO people, hear what I say:\nThe Inca, our King and our Lord,\nThus declares his imperial will:\nOllantay shall reign in his place.\n\nPEOPLE outside.\nOllantay Ranti! Ollantay Ranti!\n\n(Shouts and acclamations.)\n\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\n(to Rumi-\u00f1aui and other chiefs.)\nYou also render him homage.\n\nRUMI-\u00d1AUI.\nPrince Ollantay! Incap Ranti!\nThy promotion gives me joy.\nAll the Antis now released,\nReturn rejoicing to their homes.\n\n(He and all the Chiefs bow to Ollantay.)\n\n\nGUARDS WITHOUT.\nYou cannot pass. Go back! go back!\nVoice without. Why, is this a festive day?\nLet me pass. I must see the king;\nI pray you do not stop me,\nDo not drive me from the door;\nIf you stop me I shall die.\nHave a care. You will kill me.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nWhat noise is that without?\n\nGUARD.\nIt is a young girl who comes weeping\nAnd insists upon seeing the king.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nLet her come in.\n\n(Enter Yma Sumac.)\n\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nWhich is the Inca, my lord,\nThat I may kneel down at his feet?\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nWho art thou, charming maid?\nBehold the King.\n\n(Yma Sumac throws herself at the King\u2019s feet.)\n\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nO my King! be thou my father,\nSnatch from evil thy poor servant.\nExtend thy royal hand to me.\nO merciful child of the Sun,\nMy mother is dying at this hour\nIn a foul and loathsome cave;\nShe is killed in cruel martyrdom\u2014\nAlas! she is bathed in her own blood.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nWhat inhumanity, poor child!\nOllantay, take this case in hand.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nYoung maiden, take me quickly there;\nWe will see who it is that suffers.\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nNo, sir. Not so. It is the King himself\nShould go with me.\nPerhaps he may recognise her;\n\n(To Ollantay.)\n\n\nFor you, I know not who you are.\nO King, arise, do not delay,\nI fear my mother breathes her last,\nAt least may be in mortal pain;\nO Inca! Father! grant my prayer.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nIllustrious King, thou wilt consent;\nLet us all seek this luckless one\u2014\nThou canst release from cruel bonds.\nLot us go, O King!\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\n(rising).\nCome all! Come all!\nIn midst of reconciliations\nThis young maid assaults my heart.\n\n(Exeunt.)\n\nSCENE 7\n\nThe garden in the palace of Virgins of the Sun (same scene as Act III,\nScene 5). Stone door more visible.\n\n(Enter the INCA TUPAC YUPANQUI with YMA SUMAC, OLLANTAY, UILLAC UMA and\nRUMI nAUI; URCO HUARANCA, HANCO HUAYLLU and PIQUI CHAQUI in the\nbackground.)\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nBut this is the Aclla Huasi;[81]\nMy child, art thou not mistaken?\nWhere is thy imprisoned mother?\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nIn a dungeon within these bounds\nMy mother has suffered for years,\nPerhaps even now she is dead.\n\n(She points to the stone door.)\n\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nWhat door is this?\n\n(Enter MAMA CCACCA and PITU SALLA. Mama Ccacca kneels and kisses the\nInca\u2019s hand.)\n\n\nMAMA CCACCA.\nIs it a dream or reality,\nThat I behold my sovereign?\nTupac Yupanqui. Open that door.\n\n(Mama Ccacca opens the door.)\n\n\n(CUSI COYLLUR discovered chained and fainting, with a puma and a snake,\none on each side of her.)\n\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nO my mother, I feared to find\nThat you had already passed away;\nPitu Salla! Haste. Bring water.\nPerhaps my dove may still revive.\n\n(Exit Pitu Salla.)\n\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nWhat horrid cavern do I see?\nWho is this woman? what means it?\nWhat cruel wretch thus tortures her?\nWhat means that chain bound around her?\nMama Ccacca, come near to me\nWhat hast thou to say to this?v Is it the effect of malice\nThat this poor creature lingers here?\n\nMAMA CCACCA.\nIt was thy father\u2019s dread command;\nA punishment for lawless love.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nBegone! begone! harder than rock.[82]\nTurn out that puma and the snake,[83]\nBreak down that door of carved stone.\n(To Mama Ccacca.)\nLet me not see thy face again.\nA woman living as a bat;\nThis child has brought it all to light.\n\n(Enter Pitu Salla with water. She sprinkles it over Cusi Coyllur, who\nrevives.)\n\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nWhere am I? who are these people?\nYma Sumac, my beloved child,\nCome to me, my most precious dove.\nWho are all these men before me?\n\n(She begins to faint again and is restored by water.)\n\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nFear not, my mother, \u2019tis the King;\nThe King himself comes to see you.\nThe great Yupanqui is now here.\nSpeak to him. Awake from thy trance.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nMy heart is torn and sorrowful\nAt sight of so much misery.\nWho art thou, my poor sufferer?\nChild, tell me now thy mother\u2019s name?\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nFather! Inca! Clement Prince!\nHave those cruel bonds removed.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nIt is for me to remove them,\nAnd to relieve this sore distress.\n\n(Cuts the rope fastening Cusi Coyllur to the wall.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\n(to Yma Sumac).\nWhat is thy mother\u2019s name?\n\nYMA SUMAC.\nHer name was once Cusi Coyllur,\nBut it seems a mistake. Her joy\nWas gone when she was prisoned here.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nO renowned King, great Yupanqui,\nIn her you see my long lost wife.\n\n(Prostrates himself before the Inca.)\n\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nIt all appears a dream to me.\nThe \u2018Star\u2019! my sister![84] and thy wife.\nO sister! what newly found joy.\nO Cusi Coyllur, my sister,\nCome here to me, and embrace me,\nNow thou art delivered from woe.\n\n(Music.)\n\n\nThou hast found thy loving brother;\nJoy calms the anguish of my heart.\n\n(Embraces Cusi Coyllur.)\n\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nAlas! my brother, now you know\nThe cruel tortures I endured\nDuring those years of agony;\nThy compassion now has saved me.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nWho art thou, dove, that hast suffered?\nFor what sin were you prisoned here?\nThou mightest have lost thy reason.\nThy face is worn, thy beauty gone,\nThy looks as one risen from death.\n\nOLLANTAY.\nCusi Coyllur, I had lost thee,\nThou wast quite hidden from my sight,\nBut thou art brought again to life\u2014\nThy father should have killed us both.\nMy whole heart is torn with sorrow.\nStar of joy, where is now thy joy?\nWhere now thy beauty as a star?\nArt thou under thy father\u2019s curse?\n\nCUSI COYLLUR.\nOllantay, for ten dreary years\nThat dungeon has kept us apart;\nBut now, united for new life,\nSome happiness may yet be ours.\nYupanqui makes joy succeed grief,\nHe may well count[85] for many years.\n\nUILLAC UMA.\nBring new robes to dress the princess.\n\n(They put on her royal robes. The High Priest kisses her hand.)\n\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nOllantay, behold thy royal wife,\nHonour and cherish her henceforth.\nAnd thou, Yma Sumac, come to me,\nI enlace you in the thread of love;\nThou art the pure essence of Coyllur.\n\n(Embraces her.)\n\n\nOLLANTAY.\nThou art our protector, great King,\nThy noble hands disperse our grief;\nThou art our faith and only hope\u2014\nThou workest by virtue\u2019s force.\n\nTUPAC YUPANQUI.\nThy wife is now in thy arms;\nAll sorrow now should disappear,\nJoy, new born, shall take its place.\n\n(Acclamations from the Chiefs, and Piqui Chaqui. Music: huancars\n(drums), pincullus (flutes), and pututus (clarions).)\n\n\n\n\nFOOTNOTES:\n\n\n1 (return) [ INCA-PACHACUTI | TUPAC YUPANQUI\n| INCA HUAYNA CCAPAC | MANCO INCA | TUPAC AMARU | JUANA \u00d1USTA = DIEGO\nCONDORCANQUI | FELIPE CONDORCANQUI | PEDRO CONDORCANQUI | MIGUEL\nCONDORCANQUI | JOS\u00c9 GABRIEL CONDORCANQUI (TUPAC AMARU)]\n\n2 (return) [ \u2018Sentencia pronunciada en el Cuzco por el Visitador Don\nJos\u00e9 Antonio de Areche, contra Jos\u00e9 Gabriel Tupac Amaru.\u2019 In Coleccion\nde obras y documentos de Don Pedro de Angelis, vol. V. (Buenos Ayres,\n1836- 7).]\n\n3 (return) [ INCA PACHACUTI. | TUPAC YUPANQUI | HUAYNA CCAPAC | MANCO\nINCA | MARIA TUPAC USCA = PEDRO ORTIZ DE ORUE\n| CATALINA ORTIZ =LUIS JUSTINIANI | LUIS JUSTINIANI | LUIS JUSTINIANI\n| NICOLO JUSTINIANI | JUSTO PASTOR JUSTINIANI | Dr. PABLO POLICARPO\nJUSTINIANI(Cura of Laris)]\n\n4 (return) [ The wives of the Incas were called _ccoya_. The ccoya of\nthe second Inca was a daughter of the chief of _Sanoc_. The third Inca\nmarried a daughter of the chief of Oma, the fourth married a girl of\n_Tacucaray_, the wife of the fifth was a daughter of a _Cuzco_ chief.\nThe sixth Inca married a daughter of the chief of _Huayllacan_, the\nseventh married a daughter of the chief of Ayamarca, and the eighth\nwent to _Anta_ for a wife. This Anta lady was the mother of Pachacuti.\nThe wife of Pachacuti, named _Anahuarqui_, was a daughter of the chief\nof _Choco_. There was no rule about marrying sisters when Pachacuti\nsucceeded. He introduced it by making his son Tupac Yupanqui marry his\ndaughter Mama Ocllo, but this was quite unprecedented. The\ntransgression of a rule which he had just made may account for his\nextreme severity.]\n\n5 (return) [ A bust, on an earthen vase, was presented to Don Antonio\nMaria Alvarez, the political chief of Cuzco, in 1837, by an Indian who\ndeclared that it had been handed down in his family from time\nimmemorial, as a likeness of the general, Rumi-\u00f1aui, who plays an\nimportant part in this drama of Ollantay. The person represented must\nhave been a general, from the ornament on the forehead, called\nmascapaycha, and there are wounds cut on the face.\u2014Museo Erudito, No.\nB.]\n\n6 (return) [ _Chita_ is the lamb of the llama. A lamb of two or three\nmonths was a favourite pet in the time of the Incas. It followed its\nmistress, adorned with a little bell and ribbons.]\n\n7 (return) [ Supay, an evil spirit, according to some authorities.]\n\n8 (return) [ Ichuna, a sickle or scythe. The expression has been cited\nby General Mitre and others as an argument that the drama is modern,\nbecause this is a metaphor confined to the old world. But ichuna was in\nuse, in Quichua, in this sense, before the Spaniards came. The word is\nfrom Ichu, grass.]\n\n9 (return) [ The Peruvians personified a mountain as two spirits, good\nand evil. In writing poetically of a mountain opposing, it would be\nreferred to in the persons of its genii or spirits, and spoken of as\ntwo foes, not one.]\n\n10 (return) [ Rurun, desert, solitude.]\n\n11 (return) [ Tasquiy, to march; tasquina, promenade, path.]\n\n12 (return) [ Cusi Coyllur, while daylight lasted, was, in the eyes of\nPiqui Chaqui, like the sun. A change takes place at twilight, and at\nnight she is like the moon.]\n\n13 (return) [ Fasting was a preparation for all great religious\nceremonies. Victims for sacrifice underwent a previous fast, which was\nlooked upon in the fight of purification before being offered to the\nDeity.]\n\n14 (return) [ They gave the attributes we usually assign to the fox to\nthe puma.]\n\n15 (return) [ Intip llirpun, \u2018apple of the sun\u2019s eye.\u2019 There is no\nEnglish equivalent that is suitable.]\n\n16 (return) [ Huayruru is the seed of a thorny bush, erythrina rubra,\nof a bright red colour. Zegarra has coral as the equivalent for\nhuayruru.]\n\n17 (return) [ The tuya (coccoborus chrysogaster) is a small finch, and\ntuyallay means \u2018my little tuya.\u2019]\n\n18 (return) [ The piscaca is a much larger bird than the tuya. These\npiscacas (coccoborus torridus) are nailed to trees as a warning to\nother birds. They are black, with white breasts.]\n\n19 (return) [ In the tuya she sees her husband Ollantay, while the poor\nprincess herself is the forbidden grain.]\n\n20 (return) [ This is a yarahui or mournful elegy, of which there are\nso many in the Quichua language. The singers of them were known as\nyarahuec.]\n\n21 (return) [ Colla-suyu, the basin of lake Titicaca.]\n\n22 (return) [ Chayanta, a tribe in the montana south of the Collas.]\n\n23 (return) [ Champi, a one-handed battle-axe.]\n\n24 (return) [ Huancar, a drum; pututu, fife.]\n\n25 (return) [ Yunca, inhabitant of warm valley. Here it refers to the\nwild tribes of the montana.]\n\n26 (return) [ In the original Quichua, Ollantay makes his appeal to the\nInca in quatrains of octosyllabic verses, the first line rhyming with\nthe last, and the second with the third. Garcilasso de la Vega and\nothers testify to the proficiency of the Incas in this form of\ncomposition.]\n\n27 (return) [ Ollantay was Viceroy of Anti-suyu.]\n\n28 (return) [ Chahuar, a rope of aloe fibre. A curb or restraint.]\n\n29 (return) [ Raprancutan cuchurcani: literally, \u2018I have clipped their\nwings.\u2019 Rapra, a wing.]\n\n30 (return) [ The powerful nation of Chancas, with their chief,\nHuancavilca, inhabited the great valley of Andahuaylas and were\nformidable rivals of the Incas. But they were subdued by Pachacuti long\nbefore Ollantay can have been born. An allowable dramatic anachronism.]\n\n31 (return) [ Huancavilca was chief of the powerful nation of Chancas.]\n\n32 (return) [ \u00d1usta, Princess.]\n\n33 (return) [ Pisipachiyqui, to suffer from the void caused by absence.\nPisipay, to regret the absence of, to miss any one.]\n\n34 (return) [ The Dominican text has misi, a cat, instead of allco, a\ndog. Von Tschudi thought that misi was a word of Spanish origin.\nZegarra says that it is not. Before the Spaniards came, there was a\nsmall wild cat in the Andes called misi-puna. But the Justiniani text\nhas allco, a dog.]\n\n35 (return) [ Achancara, a begonia. A red flower in the neighbourhood\nof Cuzco, according to Zegarra. One variety is red and white.]\n\n36 (return) [ The llanta is the main rope of the quipu, about a yard\nlong. The small cords of llama wool, of various colours, denoting\ndifferent subjects, each with various kinds of knots, recording\nnumbers.]\n\n37 (return) [ This, as we have seen, was not the reason why Ollantay\nfled from Cuzco; but, from a leader\u2019s point of view, it was an\nexcellent reason to give to the people of Anti-suyu. The great wars of\nthe Incas were, to some extent, a heavy drain upon the people, but the\nrecruiting was managed with such skill, and was so equally divided\namong a number of provinces, that it was not much felt.]\n\n38 (return) [ The snowy mountain far to the south, in sight from Cuzco.\nUilca, sacred; unuta, water. Here is the source of the river Uilcamayu,\nwhich flows by Ollantay-tampu.]\n\n39 (return) [ The aged Hanco Huayllu as Auqui, or Prince of the Blood,\nand relation of the High Priest, gave eclat to these ceremonies.]\n\n40 (return) [ Quiscahuan. anything full of thorns.]\n\n41 (return) [ Puna, the loftier parts of the Andes.]\n\n42 (return) [ Compi, cloth or a cloak. This was an expression of the\nancient Peruvians, perhaps equivalent to our \u2018hoodwinking.\u2019]\n\n43 (return) [ Apu Maruti was the head of the ayllu of the Inca Yahuar\nHuaccac, grandfather of Pachacuti. It was called the ayllu Aucaylli\nPanaca.\u2014Mesa, Anales del Cuzco, quoted by Zegarra.]\n\n44 (return) [ Uilcapampa, mass of mountains between the Uilcamayu and\nApurimac.]\n\n45 (return) [ Tinqui Queru, between Urupampa and Tampu. The word means\n\u2018two vases coupled.\u2019 Here are two rounded hills connected by a saddle,\nthree and a half miles from Tampu.]\n\n46 (return) [ Chara, was another descendant of Yahuar Huaccac.]\n\n47 (return) [ A ravine on the right bank of the Vilcamayu.]\n\n48 (return) [ Pachar is on the left bank of the Vilcamayu opposite\nOllantay-tampu, with which it is connected by a rope bridge.]\n\n49 (return) [ Huancas, natives of the valley of Jauja\u2014Inca recruits.]\n\n50 (return) [ Like Ollantay in his appeal to the Inca, Rumi-\u00f1aui, in\nthe original Quichua, has recourse to octosyllabic quatrains, the first\nand last lines rhyming, and the second and third.]\n\n51 (return) [ Rumi, a stone.]\n\n52 (return) [ Clearly, from Rumi-\u00f1aui\u2019s own account, the strategy of\nUrco Huaranca had been a complete and brilliant success.]\n\n53 (return) [ Aclla Cuna, the selected ones, the Virgins of the Sun.\nThey were under the supervision of so called Mothers\u2014Mama Cuna. The\nnovices were not obliged to take the oaths at the end of their\nnovitiate.]\n\n54 (return) [ Rumi-\u00f1aui is the interlocutor in the Justiniani text, in\nthe Dominican text, and in the text of Spilsbury. Yet Zegarra would\nsubstitute the Uillac Uma or High Priest for Rumi-\u00f1aui. His argument is\nthat the interlocutor was of the blood-royal, and that the High Priest\nwas always of the blood-royal, while Rumi-\u00f1aui was not. But the text\ndoes not say that the interlocutor was of the royal blood. Zegarra also\nsays that the interlocutor wore a black cloak with a long train, and\nthat this was the dress of the High Priest. But it was not the dress of\nthe High Priest as described by the best authorities. It was probably\nthe general mourning dress. The threats addressed to Piqui Chaqui were\nlikely enough to come from a soldier, but not from the High Priest as\nhe is portrayed in this drama.]\n\n55 (return) [ Paccay (mimosa incana), a tree with large pods, having a\nsnow-white woolly substance round the seeds, with sweet juice.]\n\n56 (return) [ The Zegarra and Spilsbury texts have Ccan Incacri, which\nZegarra translates, \u2018relation of the Inca, of the royal family.\u2019\nSpilsbury is more correct. He has \u2018partisan of the Inca.\u2019 The more\nauthentic Justiniani text has Ccan Pana. The particle ri is one of\nemphasis or repetition. It does not mean a relation.]\n\n57 (return) [ The Zegarra and Spilsbury texts have hualpa, a game bird.\nThe Justiniani text has anca, an eagle, which is the correct reading.]\n\n58 (return) [ The Inca Pachacuti does not appear to advantage in the\ndrama. But he was the greatest man of his dynasty, indeed the greatest\nthat the red race has produced. He was a hero in his youth, a most able\nadministrator in mature age. As a very old man some needless cruelties\nare reported of him which annoyed his son.]\n\n59 (return) [ The eldest son was Amaru Tupac. He was passed over by his\nfather with his own consent, and was ever faithful to his younger\nbrother. He was an able general.]\n\n60 (return) [ This was exactly what Piqui Chaqui was sent to Cuzco to\nfind out. The expression Apumusac pununayta, \u2018I go to fetch my bed,\u2019 is\none of joy at any fortunate event, in Quichua.]\n\n61 (return) [ Intic Huamin Caccunan (Intic Huarminca Caycuna, correct),\n\u2018Ye women of the Sun.\u2019 Zegarra thought, on the authority of Garcilasso\nde la Vega, that these could not be select Virgins of the Sun, because\nthe virgins were never allowed outside their convent, and not even\nwomen might enter. He is clearly wrong. Much higher authorities than\nGarcilasso, as regards this point, especially Valera, tell us that the\nvirgins were treated with the greatest honour and respect. They took\npart in great receptions and festivals, and when they passed along the\nstreets they had a guard of honour.]\n\n62 (return) [ Rumi. He keeps playing upon his name.]\n\n63 (return) [ Again playing upon the name of Rumi-\u00f1aui. The High Priest\ncalls for haste, so he substitutes Tunqui for naui (eye), the tunqui\n(Rupicola Peruviana) being one of the most beautiful birds in the\nforests.]\n\n64 (return) [ Sunchu, a very large composita with a yellow flower,\ngrowing round Cuzco. It was one of those which were used on sacred\nfestivals.]\n\n65 (return) [ Nucchu is a salvia, also considered sacred. A red flower.\nPerhaps these flowers were sent as a summons from the Inca, but I have\nnot seen the custom mentioned elsewhere.]\n\n66 (return) [ Schineus Molle, a tree with pinnate leaves, and panicles\nof red berries, well known in the Mediterranean countries, into which\nit was introduced from Peru. Called by the English \u2018pepper tree.\u2019]\n\n67 (return) [ Several bushes are called chilca in Peru. Eupatorium\nchilca (R. P.), baccharis scandens, and molina latifolia. Stereoxylon\npendulum is called puna chilca.]\n\n68 (return) [ A kind of cactus, of which they make needles, grows\nabundantly on the mountains round Ollantay-tampu. It is called\nahuarancu. They set fire to the cacti as a war signal. Zegarra calls it\na thistle. The word in the Justiniani text is ahuarancu.]\n\n69 (return) [ Tinqui Queru, between Urupampa and Tampu. The word means\n\u2018two vases coupled.\u2019 Here are two rounded hills connected by a saddle,\nthree and a half miles from Tampu. (Taken from FN#45.)]\n\n70 (return) [ Yanahuara, a ravine near Urubamba, where some of the\ntroops of Rumi-\u00f1aui had been posted.]\n\n71 (return) [ Signal lights.]\n\n72 (return) [ Ccapac Raymi, the great festival of the Sun. December\n22.]\n\n73 (return) [ Piqui Chaqui is literally \u2018flea foot.\u2019 He is punning on\nhis name.]\n\n74 (return) [ Tocarpu, a pole or stake used at executions. Condemned\nprisoners were fastened to a tocarpu before being hurled over a\nprecipice.]\n\n75 (return) [ Piqui Chaqui had an inkling that the Inca had expressed\ndislike at the shedding of blood. He ventured to say these words in the\nfaint hope that they might remind the Inca of this dislike.]\n\n76 (return) [ Rumi-\u00f1aui at it again: for ever ringing changes on his\nname rumi, a stone.]\n\n77 (return) [ The plume and the arrow were the insignia of a general.]\n\n78 (return) [ Rather a staggerer for Rumi-\u00f1aui! Perhaps, too, the\nchange is too sudden, and infringes the probabilities. Tupac Yupanqui\nmay have thought that his father had been unjust and that there were\nexcuses. It is known that the young Inca was indignant at some other\ncruelties of his father. As a magnanimous warrior he may have despised\nthe treacherous methods of Rumi-\u00f1aui. He may have valued Ollantay\u2019s\nknown valour and ability, and have been loth to lose his services. All\nthese considerations may have influenced him more or less. The rebels\nwere the best men he had.]\n\n79 (return) [ Ranti, a deputy.]\n\n80 (return) [ Canari, a warlike tribe of Indians, in the south part of\nthe kingdom of Quito. They were first conquered by Tupac Yupanqui, and\nthey became devoted to him.]\n\n81 (return) [ Aclla, chosen; Huasi, house: palace of the Virgins of the\nsun.]\n\n82 (return) [ Ccacca means a rock.]\n\n83 (return) [ My former translation, and those of Barranca and Tschudi,\ntreated puma and amaru (snake) as epithets applied to Mama Ccacca.\nZegarra considers that the puma and snake were intended to be actually\nin the dungeon, and I believe he is right. The puma would not have hurt\nhis fellow-prisoner. Unpleasant animals were occasionally put into the\nprisons of criminals. The Incas kept pumas as pets.]\n\n84 (return) [ The early Incas never married their sisters or relations.\nPachacuti\u2019s mother was daughter of the chief of Anta. His wife,\nAnahuarqui, was no relation. But the wife of Tupac Yupanqui was his\nsister Mama Ocllo.]\n\n85 (return) [ A play upon the word yupanqui, which means literally,\n\u2018you will count.\u2019 The word was a title of the Incas, meaning, \u2018you will\ncount as virtuous, brave,\u2019 &c.]","title":"Apu Ollantay: A Drama of the Time of the Incas","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":17943}