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The lady, out of breath, was forced to stay:
The man then stood, and straight his faulchion drew;
Then told us, we in vain did those pursue,
Whom their ill fortune to despair did drive,
And yet, whom we should never take alive.
Neglecting this, the master straight spurred on;
But the active Moor his horse's shock did shun,
And, ere his rider from his reach could go,
Finished the combat with one deadly blow.
I, to revenge my friend, prepared to fight;
But now our foremost men were come in sight,
Who soon would have dispatched him on the place,
Had I not saved him from a death so base,
And brought him to attend your royal doom. -\

K. Ferd. A manly face, and in his age's bloom;
But, to content the soldiers, he must die:
Go, see him executed instantly.

Q. Isabel. Stay; I would learn his name before he go:You, Prince Abdalla, may the prisoner know. Abdal. Ozmyn's his name, and he deserves his fate;His father heads the faction which I hate: But much I wonder, that with him I see The daughter of his mortal enemy.

Benz. 'Tis true, by Ozmyn's sword my brother fell;But 'twas a death he merited too well. I know a sister should excuse his fault;But you know too, that Ozmyn's death he sought.

Abdal. Our prophet has declared, by the event, That Ozmyn is reserved for punishment; For, when he thought his guilt from danger clear, He, by new crimes, is brought to suffer here.

Benz. In love, or pity, if a crime you find, We two have sinned above all human kind.

Ozm. Heaven in my punishment has done grace;I could not suffer in a better place:That I should die by Christians it thought good, To save your father's guilt, who sought my blood.

Benz. Fate aims so many blows to make us fall, That 'tis in vain to think to ward them all: And, where misfortunes great and many are, Life grows a burden, and not worth our care.

Ozm. I cast it from me, like a garment torn, Ragged, and too indecent to be worn: Besides, there is contagion in my fate, [To Benz# It makes your life too much unfortunate.— But, since her faults are not allied to mine, In her protection let your favour shine. To you, great queen, I make this last request, (Since pity dwells in every royal breast) Safe, in your care, her life and honour be: It is a dying lover's legacy.

Benz. Cease, Ozmyn, cease so vain a suit to move;I did not give you on those terms my love. Leave me the care of me; for, when you go, My love will soon instruct me what to do.

Q. Isabel. Permit me, sir, these lovers' doom to give:My sentence is, they shall together live. The courts of kings To all distressed should sanctuaries be, But most to lovers in adversity. Castile and Arragon,

Which long against each other war did move, My plighted lord and I have joined by love; And, if to add this conquest heaven thinks good, I would not have it stained with lovers' blood.

K. Ferd. Whatever Isabella shall command Shall always be a law to Ferdinand.

Benz. The frowns of fate we will no longer fear. Ill fate, great queen, can never find us here.

Q. Isabel. Your thanks some other time I will receive:Henceforward safe in my protection live. Granada is for noble loves renowned: Her best defence is in her lovers found. Love's an heroic passion, which can find No room in any base degenerate mind: It kindles all the soul with honour's fire, To make the lover worthy his desire. Against such heroes I success should fear, Had we not too an host of lovers here. An army of bright beauties come with me; Each lady shall her servant's actions see: The fair and brave on each side shall contest; And they shall overcome, who love the best.


SCENE IL—The Alhambra.

Enter Zulema.

Zul. True, they have pardoned me; but do they know What folly 'tis to trust a pardoned foe? A blush remains in a forgiven face: It wears the silent tokens of disgrace. Forgiveness to the injured does belong; But they ne'er pardon, who have done the wrong. My hopeful fortunes lost! and, what's above All I can name or think, my ruined love! Feigned honesty shall work me into trust, And seeming penitence conceal my lust.

Let heaven's great eye of Providence now take
One day of rest, and ever after wake.

Enter Boabdelin, Abenamar, and Guards.

Boab. Losses on losses! as if heaven decreed Almanzor's valour should alone succeed. Aben. Each sally we have made, since he is gone, Serves but to pull our speedy ruin on.

Boab. Of all mankind, the heaviest fate he bears, Who the last crown of sinking empire wears. No kindly planet of his birth took care: Heaven's outcast, and the dross of every-star!

[A tumultuous noise tvithin.

Enter Abdelmelech.

What new misfortunes do these cries presage?Abdelm. They are the effects of the mad people's rage. All in despair tumultuously they swarm:
The fairest streets already take the alarm;
The needy creep from cellars under ground;
To them new cries from tops of garrets sound;
The aged from the chimneys seek the cold;
And wives from windows helpless infants hold.

.Boab. See what the many-headed beast demands.—

[Exit Abdelm.

Cursed is that king, whose's honour's in their hands.
In senates, either they too slowly grant,
Or saucily refuse to aid my want;And, when their thrift has ruined me in war,
They call their insolence my want of care.

Aben. Cursed be their leaders, who that rage fo-
ment, And veil, with public good, their discontent:
They keep the people's purses in their hands,
And hector kings to grant their wild demands;

But to each lure, a court throws out, descend,
And prey on those they promised to defend.

Zul. Those kings, who to their wild demands consent, Teach others the same way to discontent.
Freedom in subjects is not, nor can be;But still, to please them, we must call them free.
Propriety, which they their idol make,
Or law, or law's interpreters, can shake.

Aben. The name ot commonwealth is popular; But there the people their own tyrants are.

Boab. But kings, who rule with limited command, Have players' sceptres put into their hand. Power has no balance, one side still weighs down, And either hoists the commonwealth or crown; And those, who think to set the scale more right, By various turnings but disturb the weight.;

Aben. While people tug for freedom, kings for power, Both sink beneath some foreign conqueror:Then subjects find too late they were unjust, And want that power of kings, they durst not trust.

To them Abdelmelecii.

Abdelm. The tumult now is high, and dangerous grown:The people talk of rendering up the town;And swear that they will force the king's consent. Boab. What counsel can this rising storm prevent? Abdelm. Their fright to no persuasions will give

ear: ... There's a deaf madness in a people's fear.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Their fury now a middle course does take; To yield the town, or call Almanzor back.

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