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Gives nothing, while the raging fit does last,
Abdal. In cursed ambition I no rest should find, But must for ever lose my peace of mind.
Zul. Methinks that peace of mind were bravely 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 1 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.
Almanz. That he should dare to do me this disgrace !— Is fool, or coward, writ upon my face?
Refuse my prisoner!—I such means will use,
Abdal. He said, you were not by your promise tied; That he absolved your word, when he denied. Almanz. He break my promise, and absolve my
"Pis more than Mahomet himself can do!—
Almanz. It is sufficient that you make the claim;
Abdal. The majesty of kings we should not blame, When royal minds adorn the royal name; The vulgar, greatness too much idolize, But haughty subjects it too much despise.
Almanz. I only speak of him,
Abdal. Haste, then, and lose no time!—
Almanz. For you to will, for me 'tis to obey:
Abdelm. Abdalla, hold!—There's somewhat I intend To speak, not as your rival, but your friend.
Abdal. If as a friend, I am obliged to hear; And what a rival says I cannot fear.
Abdelm. Think, brave Abdalla, what it is you do: Your quiet, honour, and our friendship too, All for a fickle beauty you forego. Think, and turn back, before it be too late. Behold in me the example of your fate: I am your sea-mark; and, though wrecked and lost, My ruins stand to warn you from the coast.
Abdal. Your counsels, noble Abdelmelech, move My reason to accept them, not my love. Ah, why did heaven leave man so weak defence, To trust frail reason with the rule of sense! Tis over-poised and kicked up in the air, While sense weighs down the scale, and keeps it there;Or, like a captive king, 'tis borne away, And forced to countenance its own rebels' sway.
Abdelm. No, no; our reason was not vainly lent; Nor is a slave, but by its own consent:
If reason on his subject's triumph wait,
Abdal. You speak too late; my empire's lost too far: I cannot fight.
Abdelm. Then make a flying war; Dislodge betimes, before you are beset.
Abdal. Her tears, her smiles, her every look's a net. Her voice is like a Syren's of the land; And bloody hearts lie panting in her hand.
Abdelm. This do you know, and tempt the danger still?
Abdal. Love, like a lethargy, has seized my will. I'm not myself, since from her sight I went; I lean my trunk that way, and there stand bent. As one, who, in some frightful dream, would shun His pressing foe, labours in vain to run; And his own slowness, in his sleep, bemoans, With thick short sighs, weak cries, and tender
Abdelm. Some friend, in charity, should shake, And rouse, and call you loudly till you wake. Too well I know her blandishments to gain, Usurper-like, till settled in her reign; Then proudly she insults, and gives you cares, And jealousies, short hopes, and long despairs. To this hard yoke you must hereafter bow, Howe'er she shines all golden to you now.
Abdal. Like him, who on the ice Slides swiftly on, and sees the water near, Yet cannot stop himself in his career, So am I carried. This enchanted place, Like Circe's isle, is peopled with a race Of dogs and swine; yet, though their fate I know, I look with pleasure, and am turning too.
[lyndakaxa passes over the Stage.