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I scarce could leave you, when to exile sent,
I love you; and so well, that you must go.
I dare not trust myself, or you, to stay,
I am quite stunned, and past all feeling now.
Yet can you tell me you have power and will
Almah. This, had you staid, you never must have known;
But, now you go, I may with honour own.
For now I have no farther need of aid.
That vow, which to my plighted lord was given,
There needs no guard at a religious door;
Almanz. Let me but near that happy temple stay,
Sinks often, and does still more faintly rise,
Almah. I cannot your hard destiny withstand,
But slip, like bending rushes, from your hand.
[Catches her hand, and kisses it. Boab. My just revenge no longer I'll forbear: I've seen too much; I need not stay to hear.
Almanz. As a small shower
To the parched earth does some refreshment give, So, in the strength of this, one day I'll live: an age,—for ever, now;
A day, a year,
[Betwixt each word he kisses her hand by force; she struggling.
I feel from every touch a new soul flow. [She snatches her hand away.
My hoped eternity of joy is past!
Enter King and Guards, below.
Boab. This, this, is he, for whom thou didst deny To share my bed:-Let them together die. Almah. Hear me, my lord.
Boab. Your flattering arts are vain : Make haste, and execute what I ordain.
[To the Guards.
Almanz. Cut piece-meal in this cause, From every wound I should new vigour take, And every limb should new Almanzors make. [He puts himself before the Queen; the Guards attack him, with the King.
Abdelm. What angry god, to exercise his spite, [To the King. Has arm'd your left hand, to cut off your right? [The King turns, the fight ceases. The foes are entered at the Elvira gate: False Lyndaraxa has the town betrayed, And all the Zegrys give the Spaniards aid.
Boab. O mischief, not suspected nor foreseen! Abdelm. Already they have gained the Zacatin, And thence the Vivarambla place possest, While our faint soldiers scarce defend the rest. The duke of Arcos does one squadron head, The next by Ferdinand himself is led.
Almah. Now, brave Almanzor, be a god again;
I can forgive him, though my death he sought,
Take rules of virtue from a mortal love!
Boab. How hard a fate is mine, still doomed to
I make occasions for my rival's fame! [Exeunt. An alarm within.
Enter FERDINAND, ISABELLA, Don ALONZO
K. Ferd. Already more than half the town is gained,
But there is yet a doubtful fight maintained. Alonz. The fierce young king the entered does attack,
And the more fierce Almanzor drives them back. K. Ferd. The valiant Moors like raging lions fight;
Each youth encouraged by his lady's sight.
Q. Isabel. I will advance with such a shining train,
That Moorish beauties shall oppose in vain.
Avert those dangers you have boldly sought!
Enter ALABEZ, and kisses the King's hand. Alabez. Fair Lyndaraxa, and the Zegry line, Have led their forces with your troops to join: The adverse part, which obstinately fought, Are broke, and Abdelmelech prisoner brought.
K. Ferd. Fair Lyndaraxa, and her friends, shall find
The effects of an obliged and grateful mind.
Alabes. But, marching by the Vivarambla place, The combat carried a more doubtful face:
In that vast square the Moors and Spaniards met,
[Is going out: Shouts within are heard,-Victoria! Victoria !
But these loud clamours better news presage.
Enter the DUKE OF ARCOS, and Soldiers; their Swords drawn and bloody.
D. Arcos. Granada now is yours; and there remain
No Moors, but such as own the power of Spain.
'Till from our queen we needful succour found:
Did Lyndaraxa with her troops appear,
And, while we charged the front, engaged the
Then fell the king, slain by a Zegry's hand.
K. Ferd. How could he such united force withstand?
D. Arcos. Discouraged with his death, the Moorish powers
Fell back, and, falling back, were pressed by ours;