In rising it rolls among mist;
At night the stars are all dim,
All nature seems sad and distressed
The comet with fiery tail,
Announces my sorrow and grief
Surrounded by darkness and tears,
Evil auguries fill me with fears.
O my mother! O most gracious Queen!
O my husband so beloved!


Anahuarqui.

Compose thyself and dry thine eyes,
The King, thy father, has arrived.
Thou lovest Ollantay, my child?




(Enter the INCA PACHACUTI. On his head the mascapaycha, with the llautu
or imperial fringe. A tunic of cotton embroidered with gold; on his
breast the golden breastplate representing the sun, surrounded by the
calendar of months. Round his waist the fourfold belt of tocapu. A
crimson mantle of fine vicuna wool, fastened on his shoulders by golden
puma's heads. Shoes of cloth of gold. He sits down on the golden tiana.)