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And, making at him with a furious bound,
[A confused noise within. Boab. The alarm-bell rings from our Alhambra
walls, And from the streets sound drums and ataballes.
[Within, a bell, drums, and trumpets.
Enter a Messenger. How now? from whence proceed these new alarms ?
Mess. The two fierce factions are again in arms; And, changing into blood the day's delight, The Zegrys with the Abencerrages fight;. On each side their allies and friends appear; The Macas here, the Alabezes there : The Gazuls with the Bencerrages join, And, with the Zegrys, all great Gomel's line. .
Boab. Draw up behind the Vivarambla place; Double my guards --- these factions I will face;
And try if all the fury they can bring,
[Exit Boab. The Factions appear: At the head of the Aben
cerrages, OZMYN ; at the head of the Zegrys, ZULEMA, HAMET, GOMEL, and SELIN : ABENAMAR and ABDELMELECH, join
ed with the Abencerrages. Zul. The faint Abencerrages quit their ground: Press them; put home your thrusts to every wound.
Abdelm. Zegry, on manly force our line relies; Thine poorly takes the advantage of surprise : Unarmed and much out-numbered we retreat;
You gain no fame, when basely you defeat. · If thou art brave, seek nobler victory; Save Moorish blood; and, while our bands stand
by, Let two and two an equal combat try.
Ham. "Tis not for fear the combat we refuse, But we our gained advantage will not lose.
Zul. In combating, but two of you will fall; And we resolve we will dispatch you all. Ozm. We'll double yet the exchange before we
die, And each of ours two lives of yours shall buy. ALMANZOR enters betwixt them, as they stand ready
to engage. Alm. I cannot stay to ask which cause is best; But this is so to me, because opprest.
[Goes to the Aben. To them BOABDELIN and his guards, going betwirt
them. Boab. On your allegiance, I command you stay; Who passes here, through me must make his way;
My life's the Isthmus; through this narrow line
Ozm. 'Tis fit our private enmity should cease; Though injured first, yet I will first seek peace.
Zul. No, murderer, no; I never will be won
Ozm. Our prophet's curse
Abdelm. A band of Zegrys ran within the place,
meet, Which crackled underneath our coursers' feet: When Tarifa (I saw him ride a part) Changed his blunt cane for a steel-pointed dart, And, meeting Ozmyn next, Who wanted time for treason to provide, ---He basely threw it at him, undefied. Ozm. (Shewing his arms.] Witness this blood
which when by treason sough That followed, sir, which to myself I ought.
· Zul. His hate to thee was grounded on a grudge, Which all our generous Zegrys just did judge: Thy villain-blood thou openly didst place Above the purple of our kingly race. Boab. From equal stems their blood both houses
draw, They from Morocco, you from Cordova. Ham. Their mongrel race is mixed with Christian
breed; Hence 'tis that they those dogs in prisons feed.
Abdelm. Our holy prophet wills, that charity Should even to birds and beasts extended be: None knows what fate is for himself designed; The thought of human chance should make us kind. Gom. We waste that time we to revenge should
give : Fall on: let no Abencerrago live.
[Advancing before the rest of his party. Al
MANZOR, advancing on the other side, and
describing a line with his sword. Almanz. Upon thy life pass not this middle
space; Sure death stands guarding the forbidden place. Gom. To dare that death, I will approach yet
nigher; Thus,—wert thou compassed in with circling fire.
[They fight. Boab. Disarm them both; if they resist you, kill.
[ALMANZOR, in the midst of the guards, kills
GOMEL, and then is disarmed.
will. . Boab. Kill him! this insolent unknown shall fall, And be the victim to atone you all.
Ozm. If he must die, not one of us will live: That life he gave for us, for him we give.
Boab. It was a traitor's voice that spoke those
Zul. Outrage unpunished, when a prince is by,
Aben. This stranger, sir, is he,
voke; If he be brave, he's ready for the stroke. Almanz. No man has more contempt than I of
Almanz. My laws are made but only for my sake; -
To a king's office to redress the wrong: , I brought that succour, which thou ought'st to bring And so, in nature, am thy subjects' king.
Boab. I do not want your counsel to direct, Or aid to help me punish or protect.