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And brought you more dull sense, dull sense much worse
MAHOMET BOABDELIN, the last king of Granada.
ALMAHIDE, Queen of Granada.
Messengers, Guards, Attendants, Men, and Women. SCENE. ---Granada, and the Christian Camp be
ALMANZOR AND ALMAHIDE,
CONQUEST OF GRANADA,
THE FIRST PART.
ACT I. SCENE I.
[TO ABEN. Whom I, in hope, already father call, Abenamar, thy youth these sports has known, Of which thy age is now spectator grown; Judge-like thou sit'st, to praise, or to arraign The flying skirmish of the darted cane :
But, when fierce bulls run loose upon the place, And our bold Moors their loves with danger grace, Then heat new-bends thy slackend nerves again, And a short youth runs warm through every vein.'
Aben. I must confess the encounters of this day Warmed me indeed, but quite another way,-Not with the fire of youth ; but generous rage, To see the glories of my youthful age So far out-done.
Abdelm. Castile could never boast, in all its pride, A pomp so splendid, when the lists, set wide, Gave room to the fierce bulls, which wildly ran In Sierra Ronda, ere the war began; Who, with high nostrils snuffing up the wind, Now stood the champion of the savage kind. Just opposite, within the circled place, Ten of our bold Abencerrages race (Each brandishing his bull-spear in his hand) Did their proud jennets gracefully command. On their steel'd heads their demi-lances wore Small pennons, which their ladies' colours bore. Before this troop did warlike Ozmyn go; Each lady, as he rode, saluting low; At the chief stands, with reverence more profound, His well-taught courser, kneeling, touched the
ground; Thence raised, he sidelong bore his rider on, Still facing, till he out of sight was gone.
Boab. You praise him like a friend; and I confess, His brave deportment merited no less. Abdelm. Nine bulls were launched by his victori
ous arm, Whose wary jennet, shunning still the harm, Seemed to attend the shock, and then leaped wide: Mean while, his dextrous rider, when he spied The beast just stooping, 'twixt the neck and head His lance, with never-erring fury, sped.
Aben. My son did well, and so did Hamet too; Yet did no more than we were wont to do; But what the stranger did was more than man. Abdelm. He finished all those triumphs we be
gan. One bull, with curled black head, beyond the rest, And dew-laps hanging from his brawny chest, With nodding front a while did daring stand, And with his jetty hoof spurned back the sand; Then, leaping forth, he bellowed out aloud : The amazed assistants back each other crowd, While monarch-like he ranged the listed field; Some tossed, some gored, some trampling down he
· killed. The ignobler Moors from far his rage provoke With woods of darts, which from his sides he shook. Mean tíme your valiant son, who had before. Gained fame, rode round to every Mirador; Beneath each lady's stand a stop he made, i And, bowing, took the applauses which they paid. Just in that point of time, the brave unknown Approached the lists.
Boab. I marked him, when alone
He entered first, and with a graceful pride.
[To ABDELM. Abdelm. Thus while he stood, the bull, who saw
his foe, His easier conquests proudly did forego ;