Abdelm. These arts have oft prevailed, but must no more: The spell is ended, and the enchantment o'er. you. My love was blind to your deluding art; But blind men feel, when stabbed so near the heart. Abdelm. No, Lyndaraxa; 'tis at last too late: Lyndar. Do not so light a quarrel long pursue : Abdelm. No more; nothing my heart can bend : Whose seeming firmness does the sight beguile, Enter a Soldier. Sold. Almanzor is victorious without fight; Command the watch be set without delay, When I must shun myself, to 'scape from love! [Exit. SCENE III.—A Gallery in the Alhambra. ZULEMA, HAMET. Hamet. I thought your passion for the queen was dead, Or that your love had, with your hopes, been fled. move? suit to 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 and ESPERANZA. Hamet. Almanzor, and with him The favourite slave of the sultana queer. is near; And, from this place, your voice will reach her ear. [ESPERANZA goes out: SONG, IN TWO PARTS. I. He. How unhappy a lover am I, 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! II. She. Since her honour allows no relief, But to pity the pains which 'Tis the best of your fate, In a hopeless estate, you bear, To give o'er, and betimes to despair. III. He. I have tried the false med cine in vain; Has no food to its fire; But it burns and consumes me within. IV. She. Yet, at least, 'tis a pleasure to know Is as wretched, and more; And counts all your sufferings her own. V. He. O ye gods, let me suffer for both; And take pleasure in death, To be pitied by her when I die. VI. She. What her honour denied you in life, In her death she will give to your love. Such a flame as is true After fate will renew, For the souls to meet closer above. Enter ESPERANZA again, after the Song. Almanz. Accept this diamond, till I can present Something more worthy my acknowledgement. And now farewell: I will attend, alone, Her coming forth; and make my sufferings known. in the door. Well may'st thou make thy boast, whate'er thou art! Shall bear me to thee in their own despite : And pull thee backward, by the shroud, to light; And make thee groan thyself away to air. [The Ghost retires. So, thou art gone! Thou canst no conquest boast: I thought what was the courage of a ghost.The grudging of my ague yet remains; My blood, like icicles, hangs in my veins, And does not drop:-Be master of that door, We two will not disturb each other more. I erred a little, but extremes may join; That door was hell's, but this is heaven's and mine. [Goes to the other door, and is met again by the Ghost. |