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But as, when winds and rain together crowd,
They swell till they have burst the bladdered cloud;
And first the lightning, flashing deadly clear,
Flies, falls, consumes, kills ere it does appear,-
So, from his shrinking troops, Almanzor flew,
Each blow gave wounds, and with each wound he
slew :

His force at once I envied and admired,
And rushing forward, where my men retired,
Advanced alone.

K. Ferd. You hazarded too far

Your person, and the fortune of the war.

D. Arcos. Already both our arms for fight did bare,

Already held them threatening in the air,
When heaven (it must be heaven) my sight did
guide

To view his arm, upon whose wrist I spied
A ruby cross in diamond bracelets tied;
And just above it, in the brawnier part,
By nature was engraved a bloody heart:
Struck with these tokens, which so well I knew,
And staggering back some paces, I withdrew:
He followed, and supposed it was my fear;
When, from above, a shrill voice reached his ear:-
"Strike not thy father!"-it was heard to cry;
Amazed, and casting round his wondrous eye,
He stopped; then, thinking that his fears were vain,
He lifted up his thundering arm again:

Again the voice withheld him from my death;

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Spare, spare his life," it cried, "who gave thee

breath!"

Once more he stopped; then threw his sword away;
"Blessed shade," he said, "I hear thee, I obey
Thy sacred voice;" then, in the sight of all,
He at my feet, I on his neck did fall.

K. Ferd. O blessed event!

D. Arcos. The Moors no longer fought; But all their safety by submission sought: Mean time my son grew faint with loss of blood, And on his bending sword supported stood; Yet, with a voice beyond his strength, he cried, "Lead me to live or die by Almahide."

K. Ferd. I am not for his wounds less grieved than you:

For, if what now my soul divines prove true,
This is that son, whom in his infancy
You lost, when by my father forced to fly.

D. Arcos. His sister's beauty did my passion move,
(The crime for which I suffered was my love.)
Our marriage known, to sea we took our flight:
There, in a storm, Almanzor first saw light.
On his right arm a bloody heart was graved,
(The mark by which, this day, my life was saved :)
The bracelets and the cross his mother tied
About his wrist, ere she in childbed died.
How we were captives made, when she was dead,
And how Almanzor was in Afric bred,
Some other hour you may at leisure hear,
For see, the queen in triumph does appear.

Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, LYNDARAXA, Ladies, Moors and Spaniards mixed as Guards, ABDELMELECH, ABENAMAR, SELIN, Prisoners.

K. Ferd. [embracing Q. Isabel.] All stories which
Granada's conquest tell,

Shall celebrate the name of Isabel.
Your ladies too, who, in their country's cause,
Led on the men, shall share in your applause;
And, for your sakes, henceforward I ordain,
No lady's dower shall questioned be in Spain.
Fair Lyndaraxa, for the help she lent,
Shall, under tribute, have this government.

Abdelm. O heaven, that I should live to see this

day!

Lyndar. You murmur now, but you shall soon
obey.

I knew this empire to my fate was owed;
Heaven held it back as long as e'er it could.
For thee, base wretch, I want a torture yet-
[To ABDELM.
I'll cage thee; thou shalt be my Bajazet.
I on no pavement but on thee will tread;
And, when I mount, my foot shall know thy head.
Abdelm. (Stabbing her with a poniard.) This first
shall know thy heart.
Lyndar. O! I am slain !

Abdelm. Now, boast thy country is betrayed to
Spain.

K. Ferd. Look to the lady!--Seize the murderer!
Abdelm. (Stabbing himself.) I do myself that jus-
tice I did her.

Thy blood I to thy ruined country give,

[To LYNDAR.

But love too well thy murder to out-live.
Forgive a love, excused by its excess,
Which, had it not been cruel, had been less.
Condemn my passion, then, but pardon me,
And think I murdered him who murdered thee.

[Dies.
Lyndar. Die for us both; I have not leisure now;
A crown is come, and will not fate allow :
And yet I feel something like death is near.
My guards, my guards,-

Let not that ugly skeleton appear!
Sure destiny mistakes; this death's not mine;
She dotes, and meant to cut another line.
Tell her I am a queen;-but 'tis too late;
Dying, I charge rebellion on my fate.
Bow down, ye slaves:-

[To the Moors.

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Bow quickly down, and your submission show.

[They bow. Dies. J

I'm pleased to taste an empire ere I go.
Selin. She's dead, and here her proud ambition

ends.

Aben. Such fortune still such black designs attends.

K. Ferd. Remove those mournful objects from our eyes,

And see performed their funeral obsequies.
[The bodies are carried off.
Enter ALMANZOR and ALMAHIDE, OZMYN and
BENZAYDA; ALMAHIDE brought in a chair; AL-
MANZOR led betwixt Soldiers. ISABELLA salutes
ALMAHIDE in dumb show.

D. Arcos. (Presenting ALMANZOR to the King.) See here that son, whom I with pride call mine; And who dishonours not your royal line.

K. Ferd. I'm now secure, this sceptre, which I gain,

Shall be continued in the power of Spain;
Since he, who could alone my foes defend,
By birth and honour is become my friend;
Yet I can own no joy, nor conquest boast,

[To ALMANZ. While in this blood I see how dear it cost. Almanz. This honour to my veins new blood will bring;

Streams cannot fail, fed by so high a spring.
But all court-customs I so little know,
That I may fail in those respects I owe.
I bring a heart which homage never knew ;
Yet it finds something of itself in you:
Something so kingly, that my haughty mind
Is drawn to yours, because 'tis of a kind.

Q. Isabel. And yet that soul, which bears itself so high,

If fame be true, admits a sovereignty.
This queen, in her fair eyes, such fetters brings,
As chain that heart, which scorns the power of
kings.

Almah. Little of charm in these sad eyes appears; If they had any, now 'tis lost in tears.

A crown, and husband, ravished in one day !—
Excuse a grief, I cannot choose but pay.

Q. Isabel. Have courage, madam; heaven has joys in store,

To recompence those losses you deplore.

Almah. I know your God can all my woes redress;

To him I made my vows in my distress:
And, what a misbeliever vowed this day,
Though not a queen, a Christian yet shall

pay.

Q. Isabel. (Embracing her.) That christian name you shall receive from me,

And Isabella of Granada be.

Benz. This blessed change we all with joy receive;

And beg to learn that faith which you believe. Q. Isabel. With reverence for those holy rites prepare;

And all commit your fortunes to my care.

K. Ferd. to Almah. You, madam, by that crown you lose, may gain,

If you accept, a coronet of Spain,

Of which Almanzor's father stands possest.

Q. Isabel. to Almah. May you in him, and he in you, be blest!

Almah. I owe my life and honour to his sword; But owe my love to my departed lord.

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