Ollantay.

Begone, thou lazy good-for-nought.
The joyful star that I adore,
If placed in presence of the Sun,
Would shine as brightly as before.


Piqui Chaqui.

Lo! some person hither comes,
Perhaps an old crone seeking alms;
Yes! Look! he quite resembles one.
Lot him the dangerous message take.
Send it by him, O noble Chief!
From me they would not hear the tale;
Thy page is but a humble lad.




(Enter the UILLAC UMA, or High Priest of the Sun, at the back, arms
raised to the Sun. In a grey tunic and black mantle from the shoulders
to the ground, a long knife in his belt, the undress chucu on his head.)




Uillac Uma.