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Abdelm. Fly, fly, before the allurements of her face, Ere she return with some resistless grace, And with new magic cover all the place.

Abdal. I cannot, will not,—nay, I would not fly: I'll love, be blind, be cozened till I die; And you, who bid me wiser counsel take, I'll hate, and, if I can, I'll kill you for her sake.

Abdelm. Even I, that counselled you, that choice approve:I'll hate you blindly, and her blindly love. Prudence, that stemmed the stream, is out of breath; And to go down it is the easier death.

Lyndaraxa re-enters, and smiles on Abdalla.

[Exit Abdalla. Abdelm. That smile on Prince Abdalla seems to

. . . ,

You are not in your killing mood to day:Men brand, indeed, your sex with cruelty,
But you are too good to see poor lovers die.
This god-like pity in you I extol;
And more, because, like heaven's, 'tis general. Lyndar. My smile implies not that I grant liis

suit:
Twas but a bare return of his salute.

Abdelm. It said,you were engaged,and I in place; But, to please both, you would divide the grace. Lyndar. You've cause to be contented with your part, When he has but the look, and you the heart. Abdelm. In giving but that look, you give what's

mine:

I'll not one corner of a glance resign.
All's mine; and I am covetous of my store:
I have not love enough, I'll tax you more.

Lyndar. I gave not love; 'twas but civility: He is a prince; that's due to his degree. Abdelm. That prince you smiled on is my rival still, And should, if me you loved, be treated ill. Lyndar. I know not how to show so rude a spite. Abdelm. That is, you know not how to love aright;Or, if you did, you would more difference see Betwixt our souls, than 'twixt our quality. Mark, if his birth makes any difference, If to his words it adds one grain of sense. That duty, which his birth can make his due, I'll pay, but it shall not be paid by you: For, if a prince courts her whom I adore, He is my rival, and a prince no more.

Lyndar. And when did I my power so far resign, That you should regulate each look of mine?Abdelm. Then, when you gave your love, you gave that power. Lyndar. 'Twas during pleasure, 'tis revoked this hour. Now, call me false, and rail on womankind,— / 'Tis all the remedy you're like to find.

Abdelm. Yes, there's one more; I'll hate you, and this visit is my last. Lyndar. Do't, if you can; you know I hold you fast: Yet, for your quiet, would you could resign Your love, as easily as I do mine. Abdelm. Furies and hell, how unconcerned she speaks!With what indifference all her vows she breaks! Curse on me, but she smiles!Lyndar. That smile's a part of love, and all's your due:I take it from the prince, and give it you. g •

Abdelm. Just heaven, must my poor heart your May-game prove, To bandy, and make children's play in lover

[Half crying.

Ah! how have I this cruelty deserved? I, who so truly and so long have served!
And left so easily! oh cruel maid!
So easily! it was too unkindly said.
That heart, which could so easily remove,
Was never fixed, nor rooted deep in love.

Lyndar. You lodged it so uneasy in your breast,
I thought you had been weary of the guest.
First, I was treated like a stranger there;
But, when a household friend I did appear,
You thought, it seems, I could not live elsewhere.
Then, by degrees, your feigned respect withdrew;
You marked my actions, and my guardian grew.
But I am not concerned your acts to blame:
My heart to yours but upon liking came;
And, like a bird, whom prying boys molest,
Stays not to breed, where she had built her nest.

Abdelm. I have done ill,
And dare not ask you to be less displeased;
Be but more angry, and my pain is eased.

Lyndar. If I should be so kind a fool, to take
This little satisfaction which you make,
I know you would presume some other time
Upon my goodness, and repeat your crime.

Abdelm. Oh never, never, upon no pretence; My life's too short to expiate this offence. Lyndar. No, now I think on't, 'tis in vain to

try;

Tis in your nature, and past remedy.
You'll still disquiet my too loving heart:
Now we are friends 'tis best for both to part.

[He takes her hand. Abdelm. By this—Will you not give me leave to swear? Lyndar. You would be perjured if you should, I fear:And, when I talk with Prince Abdalla next, I with your fond suspicions shall be vext.

Abdelm. I cannot say I'll conquer jealousy, But, if you'll freely pardon me, I'll try. Lyndar. And, till you that submissive servant prove, I never can conclude you truly love.

To them, the King, Almahide, Abenamar, EspeRanza, Guards, Attendants.

Boab. Approach, my Almahide, my charming fair, Blessing of peace, and recompence of war. This night is yours; and may your life still be The same in joy, though not solemnity.

THE ZAMBRA DANCE.

SONG. I.

Beneath a myrtle shade, Which love for none but happy lovers made, I slept; and straight my love before me brought Phyllis, the object of my waking thought. Undressed she came my flames to meet, While love strezvedflowers beneath her feet; Flowers which, so pressed by her, became more sweet.

II.

From the bright visions head
A careless veil of lawn was loosely spread:

From her white temples fell her shaded hair, Like cloudy sunshine, not too brown norj'air;

Her hands, her lips, did lore inspire;

Her every grace my heart didjire:

But most her eyes, which languished with desire.

III.

Ah, charming fair, said I,
How long can you my bliss and yours deny 9
By nature and by love, this lonely shade
Was for revenge of suffering lovers made.
Silence and shades with love agree;
Both shelter you andjavour me:
You cannot blush, because I cannot see.

IV. No, let me die, she said,
Rather than lose the spotless name of maid!—-
Faintly, methought, she spoke; for all the while
She bid me not believe her, with a smile.
Then die, said I: She still denied;
And is it thus, thus, thus, she cried,
You use a harmless maid?and so she died!

V.

I waked, and straight I knew,
I loved so well, it made my dream prove true:
Fancy, the kinder mistress of the two,
Fancy had done what Phyllis would not do!
Ah, cruel nymph, cease your disdain,
Whil e I can dream you scorn in vain,
Asleep or waking you must ease my pain.

[After the dance, a tumultuous noise of drum*
and trumpets.

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