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Abdelm. 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:
Our loves have mingled with too much of fate.
I would, but cannot now, myself deceive:
O that you still could cheat, and I believe!

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.
Lyndar. Yet hear-

Abdelm. No more; nothing my heart can bend :
That queen, you scorned, you shall this night attend.
Your life the king has pardoned for my sake;
But on your pride I some revenge must take.
See now the effects of what your arts designed!
Thank your inconstant and ambitious mind.
"Tis just that she, who to no love is true,
Should be forsaken, and contemned, like you.
Lyndar. All arts of injured women I will try :
First I will be revenged; and then I'll die.
But like some falling tower,

Whose seeming firmness does the sight beguile,
So hold I up my nodding head a while,
Till they come under; and reserve my fall,
That with my ruins I may reach them all.
Abdelm. Conduct her hence.

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Enter a Soldier.

Sold. Almanzor is victorious without fight;
The foes retreated when he came in sight.
Under the walls, this night, his men are drawn,
And mean to seek the Spaniard with the dawn.
Abdelm. The sun's declined:

Command the watch be set without delay,
And in the fort let bold Benducar stay. [Exit Sold.
I'll haste to court, where solitude I'll fly,
And herd, like wounded deer, in company.
But oh, how hard a passion to remove,

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.
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

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.
Zul. Ere they approach, let us retire unseen,
And watch our time when they return again :
Then force shall give, if favour does deny;
And, that once done, we'll to the Spaniards fly.
[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.

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;
For I wish what I hope not to win:
From without, my desire

Has no food to its fire;

But it burns and consumes me within.

IV.

She. Yet, at least, 'tis a pleasure to know
That you are not unhappy alone:
For the nymph you adore

Is as wretched, and more;

And counts all your sufferings her own.

V.

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.

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.
[Exit ESPERANZA.
A hollow wind comes whistling through that door,
And a cold shivering seizes me all o'er;
My teeth, too, chatter with a sudden fright:-
These are the raptures of too fierce delight,
The combat of the tyrants, hope and fear;
Which hearts, for want of field-room, cannot bear.
I grow impatient;-this, or that's the room :-
I'll meet her;-now, methinks, I hear her come.
[He goes to the door; the Ghost of his Mother
meets him: He starts back: The Ghost stands

in the door.

Well may'st thou make thy boast, whate'er thou art!
Thou art the first e'er made Almanzor start.
My legs

Shall bear me to thee in their own despite :
I'll rush into the covert of thy night,

And pull thee backward, by the shroud, to light;
Or else I'll squeeze thee, like a bladder, there,

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.

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