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Lyndar. I would accept it; and, to shew 'tis true, From any other man as soon as you. Abdal. Your sharp replies make me not love you
less; But make me seek new paths to happiness.--What I design, by time will best be seen: You may be mine, and yet may be a queen. When you are so, your word your love assures. Lyndar. Perhaps not love you,—but I will be
: [He offers to take her hand, and kiss it. Stay, sir, that grace I cannot yet allow; Before you set the crown upon my brow.That favour which you seek, Or Abdelmelech, or a king, must have; When you are so, then you may be my slave.
[Exit; but looks smiling back on him.
Zul. I met my sister, but I do not see
Abdal. I stand reproved, that I did doubt at all;
throne. Zul. Add to the rest, this one reflection more: When she is married, and you still adore, Think then,—and think whatcomfort it will bring, She had been mine, Had I but only dared to be a king!
Abdal. I hope you only would my honour try; I'm loth to think you virtue's enemy.
Zul. If, when a crown and mistress are in place, Virtue intrudes, with her lean holy face, Virtue's then mine, and not I virtue's foe. Why does she come where she has nought to do? Let her with anchorites, not with lovers, lie; Statesmen and they keep better company. Abdal. Reason was given to curb our head-strong
will. Zul. Reason but shews a weak physician's skill;
Gives nothing, while the raging fit does last,
Abdal. In cursed ambition I no rest should find,
lost; A crown, whate'er we give, is worth the cost.
Abdal. Justice distributes to each man his right; But what she gives not, should I take by might?
Zul. If justice will take all, and nothing give, Justice, methinks, is not distributive.
Abdal. Had fate so pleased, I had been eldest born, And then, without a crime, the crown had worn! Zul. Would you so please, fate yet a way would
find; Man makes his fate according to his mind. The weak low spirit, fortune makes her slave; But she's a drudge, when hectored by the brave: If fate weaves common thread, he'll change the
doom, And with new purple spread a nobler loom.
Abdal. No more! I will usurp the royal seat; Thou, who hast made me wicked, make me great.
Zul. Your way is plain: the death of Tarifa Does on the king our Zegrys' hatred draw : Though with our enemies in show we close, 'Tis but while we to purpose can be foes. Selin, who heads us, would revenge his son; But favour hinders justice to be done. Proud Ozmyn with the king his power maintains, And, in him, each Abencerrago reigns.
Abdal. What face of any title can I bring?
Zul. The right an eldest son has to be king.
When, by his valour, he the crown had won,
Zul. Love's mighty power has led me captive too; I am in it unfortunate as you.
Abdal. Our loves and fortunes shall together go; Thou shalt be happy, when I first am so.
Zul. The Zegrys at old Selin's house are met,
Abdal. 'Would he were ours ! -
Zul. The bold are but the instruments o'the wise;
ACT III. SCENE I.
Enter ALMANZOR and ABDALLA.
Refuse my prisoner!—I such means will use,
tied; That he absolved your word, when he denied. Almanz. He break my promise, and absolve my
vow! "Tis more than Mahomet himself can do! The word, which I have given, shall stand like fate; Not like the king's, that weather-cock of state. He stands so high, with so unfixed a mind, Two factions turn him with each blast of wind: But now, he shall not veer! my word is past; I'll take his heart by the roots, and hold it fast. Abdal. You have your vengeance in your hand
this hour; Make me the humble creature of your power; The Granadines will gladly me obey; (Tired with so base and impotent a sway) And, when I shew my title, you shall see, I have a better right to reign than he.
Almanz. It is sufficient that you make the claim; You wrong our friendship when your right you
Abdal. The majesty of kings we should not blame,