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Abdelm. Weep on, weep on, for it becomes you
Abdelm. I was his enemy, and rival too,
no more ied, and tred, with
Abdelin. These arts have oft prevailed, but must
no more : The spell is ended, and the enchantment o'er. You have at last destroyed, with much ado, That love, which none could have destroyed, but
you. My love was blind to your deluding art; But blind men feel, when stabbed so near the heart.
Lyndar. I must confess there was some pity due; But I concealed it out of love to you.
Abdelm. No, Lyndaraxa; ’tis at last too late:
Lyndar. Do not so light a quarrel long pursue : You grieve your rival was less loved than you. "Tis hard, when men of kindness must complain!
Abdelm. I'm now awake, and cannot dream again.
Abdelm. No more; nothing my heart can bend:
Lyndar. All arts of injured women I will try :
Exit LYNDAR. Guarded.
Enter a Soldier.
Abdelm. The sun's declined ::
SCENE III.--A Gallery in the Alhambra.
dead, Or that your love had, with your hopes, been fled.
Zul. 'Twas like a fire within a furnace pent : I smothered it, and kept it long from vent; But, fed with looks, and blown with sighs so fast, It broke a passage through my lips at last. Hamet. Where found you confidence your suit to
move? Our broken fortunes are not fit to love. Well; you declared your love :-What followed
then? Zul. She looked as judges do on guilty men, When big with fate they triumph in their dooms, And smile before the deadly sentence comes. Silent I stood, as I were thunder-struck; Condemned and executed with a look..
Hamet. You must, with haste, some remedy pre
pare : Now you are in, you must break through the snare:
Zul. She said, she would my folly yet conceal; But vowed my next attempt she would reveal.
Hamet. 'Tis dark; and in this lonely gallery, Remote from noise, and shunning every eye, One hour each evening she in private mourns, And prays, and to the circle then returns.
Zul. These lighted tapers show the time is nigh. Perhaps my courtship will not be in vain : At least, few women will of force complain. At the other end of the Gallery, enter ALMANZOR
Zul. Ere they approach, let us retire unseen,
[Exeunt Zul. and HAMET. Almanz. Now stand; the apartment of the queen
is near; And, from this place, your voice will reach her ear.
[ESPERANZA goes out:
SONG, IN TWO PARTS.
He. How unhappy a lover am 1,
While I sigh for my Phillis in vain; . All my hopes of delight
Are another man's right,
Who is happy, while I am in pain!
· She. Since her honour allows no relief.
But to pity the pains which you bear,
For I wish what I hope not to win:
She. Yet, at least, 'tis a pleasure to know
That you are not unhappy alone:
And counts all your sufferings her own.
He. O ye gods, let me suffer for both;
At the feet of my Phyllis I'll lie:
I'll resign up my breath, . And take pleasure in death,
To be pitied by her when I die.
She. What her honour denied you in life;
In her death she will give to your love.
For the souls to meet closer above.