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Which lighted my Almanzor to his tomb;
Or, let them blaze, to show me there a room.

Boab. Heaven lent their lustre for a nobler end;
A thousand torches must their light attend,
To lead you to a temple and a crown.
Why does my fairest Almahide frown?
Am I less pleasing then I was before,
Or, is the insolent Almanzor more?

Almah. I justly own that I some pity have, Not for the insolent, but for the brave.

Aben. Though to your king your duty you ne-
glect, Know, Almahide, I look for more respect:
And, if a parent's charge your mind can move,
Receive the blessing of a monarch's love.

Almah. Did he my freedom to his life prefer,
And shall I wed Almanzor's murderer?
No, sir; I cannot to your will submit; Your way's too rugged for my tender feet. )

Aben. You must be driven wheresyou refuse to go; And taught, by force, your happiness to know. Almah. To force me, sir, is much unworthy you,

[Smiling scornfully. And, when you would, impossible to do.
If force could bend me, you might think, with shame, That I debase the blood from whence I came.
My soul is soft, which you may gently lay
In-your loose palm; but, when 'tis pressed to stay,
Like water, it deludes your grasp, and slips away.

Boab. I find I must revoke what I decreed:
Almanzor's death my nuptials must precede.
Love is a magic which the lover ties;
But charms still end when the magician dies.
Go; let me hear my hated rival's dead;

[To his Guard, And, to convince my eyes, bring back his head.

Almah. Go on: I wish no other way to prove That I am worthy of Almanzor's love. We will in death, at least, united be: I'll shew you I can die as well as he.

Boab. What should I do! when equally I dread

Almanzor living and Almanzor dead!

Yet, by your promise, you are mine alone.

Almah. How dare you claim my faith, and break your own?

Aben. This for your virtue is a weak defence:
No second vows can with your first dispense.
Yet, since the king did to Almanzor swear,
And in his death ungrateful may appear,
He ought, in justice, first to spare his life,
And then to claim your promise as his wife.

Almah. Whate'er my secret inclinations be, To this, since honour ties me, I agree:
Yet I declare, and to the world will own,
That, far from seeking, I would shun the throoe,.
And with Almanzor lead a humble life:
There is a private greatness in his wife.

Boab. That little love I have, I hardly buy;
You give my rival all, while you deny:
Yet, Almahide, to let you see your power,
Your loved Almanzor shall be free this hour.
You are obeyed; but 'tis so great a grace,
That I could wish me in my rival's place.

[Exeunt King and Abenamar.

Almah. How blessed was I before this fatal
When all I knew of love, was to obey I
Twas life becalmed, without a gentle breath;
Though not so cold, yet motionless as death.
A heavy quiet state; but love, all strife,
All rapid, is the hurricane of life.
Had love not shewn me, I had never
An excellence beyond Boabdelin.

I had not, aiming higher, lost my rest;
But with a vulgar good been dully blest:
But, in Almanzor, having seen what's rare,
Now I have learnt too sharply to compare;
And, like a favourite quickly in disgrace,
Just knew the value ere I lost the place. ',

To her Almanzor, bound and guarded.

Almanz. I see the end for which I'm hither sent, To double, by your sight, my punishment. There is a shame in bonds I cannot bear; Far more than death, to meet your eyes I fear. Almah. That shame of long continuance shall not be: [Unbinding him.

The king, at my entreaty, sets you free.

Almanz. The king! my wonder's greater than before;How did he dare my freedom to restore?He like some captive lion uses me;He runs away before he sets me free, And takes a sanctuary in his court:I'll rather lose my life than thank him for't.

Almah. If any subject for your thanks there be, The king expects them not, you owe them me. Our freedoms through each other's hands have past;You give me my revenge in winning last.

Almanz. Then fate commodiously for me has done;To lose mine there where I would have it won.

Almah. Almanzor, you too soon will understand, That what I win is on another's hand. The king (who doomed you to a cruel fate) Gave to my prayers both his revenge and hate; But at no other price would rate your life, Than my consent and oath to be his wife.

Almanz. Would you, to save my life, my love betray?Here; take me; bind me; carry me away; Kill me! I'll kill you if you disobey.

[To the Guards,

AUnah. That absolute command your love does give, I take, and charge you by that power to live. Almanz. When death, the last of comforts, you refuse, Your power, like heaven upon the damned, you use;You force me in my being to remain, To make me last, and keep me fresh for pain. When all my joys are gone, What cause can I for living longer give, But a dull, lazy habitude to live?

Almah. Rash men, like you, and impotent of will, Give chance no time to turn, but urge her still; She would repent; you push the quarrel on, And once because she went, she must be gone.

Almanz. She shall not turn; what is it she can do, To recompense me for the loss of you?

Almah. Heaven will reward your worth some better way:At least, for me, you have but lost one day. Nor is't a real loss which you deplore; You sought a heart that was engaged before. 'Twas a swift love which took you in his way; Flew only through your heart, but made no stay: 'Twas but a dream, where truth had not a place; A scene of fancy, moved so swift a pace, And shifted, that you can but think it was; Let, then, the short vexatious vision pass.

Almanz. My joys, indeed, are dreams; but not my pain: 'Twas a swift ruin, but the marks remain.

When some fierce fire lays goodly buildings waste,

Would you conclude

There had been none, because the burning's past?Almah. It was your fault that fire seized all your breast;You should have blown up some to save the rest:
But 'tis, at worst, but so consumed by fire,
As cities are, that by their fall rise higher.
Build love a nobler temple in my place;
You'll find the fire has but enlarged your space. Almanz. Love has undone me; I am grown so poor, I sadly view the ground I had before,
But want a stock, and ne'er can build it more.

Almah. Then say what charity I can allow;
I would contribute if I knew but how.
Take friendship; or, if that too small appear,
Take love,—which sisters may to brothers bear.

Almanz. A sister's love! that is so palled a thing,
What pleasure can it to a lover bring?
Tis like thin food to men in fevers spent;
Just keeps alive, but gives no nourishment.
What hopes, what fears, what transports can it

move? 'Tis but the ghost of a departed love.

Almah. You, like some greedy cormorant, devour All my whole life can give you in an hour. What more I can do for you is to die, And that must follow, if you this deny. Since I gave up my love, that you might live, You, in refusing life, my sentence give.

Almanz. Far from my breast be such an impious thought!Your death would lose the quiet mine had sought. I'll live for you, in spite of misery; Put you shall grant that I had rather die.

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