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III. THE CONQUEST OF
Boab, How I disdain this aid! which I must take, Not for my own, but Almahide's sake. Aben. But when he heard it was the queen who
sent, That her command repealed his banishment, He took the summons with a greedy joy, And asked me how she would his sword employ: Then bid me say, her humblest slave would come, From her fair mouth with joy to take his doom.
Boab. Oh that I had not sent you! though it cost My crown! though I, and it, and all were lost!
Aben. While I, to bring this news, came on before, I met with Selin-
Boab. I can hear no more.
Boab. Thy news does all my faculties surprise ;
; throne, Shrinks at a genius greater than his own.
[Exit BoAB. with ABEN. and Guards. Enter ALMANZOR; seeing ALMAHIDE approach him,
he speaks. Almanz. So Venus moves, when to the Thunderer, In smiles or tears, she would some suit prefer; When with her cestus girt, And drawn by doves, she cuts the liquid skies, And kindles gentle fires where'er she flies : To every eye a goddess is confest, By all the heavenly nation she is blest, And each with secret joy admits her to his breast.— Madam, your new commands I come to know, If yet you can have any where I go.
To her bowing.
If to the regions of the dead they be, ..
rest: Heroes must live to succour the distrest. Almanz. To serve such beauty all mankind should
live; And, in our service, our reward you give.' But stay me not in torture, to behold And ne’er enjoy. As from another's gold The miser hastens, in his own defence, And shuns the sight of tempting excellence; So, having seen you once so killing fair, A second sight were but to move despair. I take my eyes from what too much would please, As men in fevers famish their disease.. Almah. No; you may find your cure an easier
way, If you are pleased to seek it-in your stay. All objects lose by too familiar view, When that great charm is gone, of being new; By often seeing me, you soon will find Defects so many, in my face and mind, That to be freed from love you need not doubt; And, as you looked it in, you'll look it out. Almanz. Į rather, like weak armies, should re:
treat, And so prevent my more entire defeat. For your own sake in quiet let me go; Press not too far on a despairing foe: Į may turn back, and armed against you move, With all the furious train of hopeless love. Almah. Your honour cannot to ill thoughts give
way, . And mine can run no hazard by your stay. Almanz. Do you then think I can with patience
That sovereign good possessed, and not by me?
fancy yields, Empty as shadows are, that fly o'er fields. . Oh, whither would this boundless fancy move! : 'Tis but the raging calenture of love. Like a distracted passenger you stand, And see, in seas, imaginary land, Cool groves, and flowery meads; and while you.
think To walk, plunge in, and wonder that you sink.
Almanz. Love's calenture too well I understand; But sure your beauty is no fairy-land! Of your own form a judge you cannot be; For, glow-worm like, you shine, and do not see.” Almah. Can you think this, and would you go
Almanz. I'll stop at nothing that appears so brave?
Spite of myself I'll stay, fight, love, despair;
[Gives the scarf. Almanz. This scarf to honourable rags I'll wear, As conquering soldiers tattered ensigns bear; But oh, how much my fortune I despise, Which gives me conquest, while she love denies!
SCENE I.-The Alhambra.
Enter ALMAHIDE and ESPERANZA.
Esper. Affected modesty has much of pride; That scarf he begged, you could not have denied; Nor does it shock the virtue of a wife, · When given that man, to whom you owe your life. Alman. Heaven knows, from all intent of ill 'twas
free, Yet it may feed my husband's jealousy; And for that cause I wish it were not done.
To them BOABDELIN, and walks apart, See, where he comes, all pensive and alone; A gloomy fury has o’erspread his face: 'Tis so! and all my fears are come to pass. Boab. Marriage, thou curse of love, and snare of life,
That first debased a mistress to a wife!"
should'st please; .
Walking to him. Have I done any thing that makes him sad? . Boab. You! nothing: You! But let me walk
alone. Almah. I will not leave you till the cause be
known: : My knowledge of the ill may bring relief. .
Boab. Thank ye; you never fail to cure my grief! Trouble me not, my grief concerns not you.
Almah. While I have life, I will your steps pursue,
Boab. No, 'tis not that; but speak of it no more:
hand! Can you this pressing and these tears withstand? Boab. Oh heaven, were she but mine, or mine
: alone! [Sighing, and going off from her, Ah, why are not the hearts of women known! . False women to new joys unseen can move; There are no prints left in the paths of love, VOL. IV,