(Exit, L.)

Pitu Salla.

Ay, my Sumac! Yma Sumac!

These walls will be cruel indeed, To hide thy surpa.s.sing beauty.

(Glancing to where Mama Ccacca went out.)

What a serpent! What a puma!

ACT III

SCENE 1

The Pampa Moroni, a street in Cuzco. Enter RUMI-NAUI (L.)[54] in a long black cloak with a train, and PIQUI CHAQUI (R.), meeting each other.

Rumi-naui.

Whence, Piqui Chaqui, comest thou?

Dost thou here seek Ollantay's fate?

Piqui Chaqui.

Cuzco, great lord, is my birthplace; I hasten back unto my home.

I care not more to pa.s.s my days In dismal and profound ravines.

Rumi-naui.

Tell me, Ollantay--what does he?

Piqui Chaqui.

He is busy now entangling An already entangled skein.

Rumi-naui.

What skein?

Piqui Chaqui.

Should you not give me some present If you want me to talk to you.

Rumi-naui.

With a stick will I give thee blows, With a rope I will hang thee.

Piqui Chaqui.

O, do not frighten me!

Rumi-naui.

Speak then.

Piqui Chaqui.

Ollantay. Is it Ollantay?

I can remember no more.

Rumi-naui.