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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, Espe
RANZA, Guards, Attendants.
Blessing of peace, and recompence of war.
THE ZAMBRA DANCE.
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 strewed flowers beneath her feet; Flowers which, so pressed by her, became more sweet.
From the bright vision's head
From her white temples fell her shaded hair,
what press of the prove to
To them Ozmyn; his sword drawn. Ozm. Arm, quickly arm; yet all, I fear, too late; The enemy's already at the gate. Boab. The Christians are dislodged; what foe is.
near? Ozm. The Zegrys are in arms, and almost here: The streets with torches shine, with shoutings ring, And Prince Abdalla is proclaimed the king. What man could do, I have already done, But bold Almanzor fiercely leads them on. Aben. The Alhambra yet is safe in my command;
[To the King. Retreat you thither, while their shock we stand,
Boab. I cannot meanly for my life provide;
Ozm. I'll either die, or I'll make good the place.
[Exeunt all but the Ladies. An alarum within. Almah. What dismal planet did my triumphs
light! Discord the day, and death does rule the night: The noise my soul does through my senses wound. · Lyndar. Methinks it is a noble, sprightly sound, The trumpet's clangor, and the clash of arms! This noise may chill your blood, but mine it warms.
[Shouting and clashing of swords within. We have already passed the Rubicon; The dice are mine; now, fortune, for a throne!
[A shout within, and clashing of swords afar
off. The sound goes farther off, and faintly dies; Curse of this going back, these ebbing cries!
Ye winds, waft hither sounds more strong and
quick; Beat faster, drums, and mingle deaths more thick. I'll to the turrets of the palace go, And add new fire to those that fight below: Thence, hero-like, with torches by my side, (Far be the omen, though) my love will guide. No; like his better fortune I'll appear, With open arms, loose veil, and flowing hair, Just flying forward from my rolling sphere: My smiles shall make Abdalla more than man; Let him look up, and perish if he can. [Exit. An alarum nearer: Then Enter ALMANZOR and
SELIN, at the head of the Zegrys; OzMYN
Prisoner. Almanz. We have not fought enough; they fly
too soon; And I am grieved the noble sport is done. This only man, of all whom chance did bring
[Pointing to Ozmyn. To meet my arms, was worth the conquering. His brave resistance did my fortune grace; So slow, so threatning forward he gave place. His chains be easy, and his usage fair.
Selin. I beg you would commit him to my care. Almanz. Next, the brave Spaniard free without
delay; And with a convoy send him safe away.
[Éxit a Guard. To them Hamet and others. Hamet. The king by me salutes you; and, to show That to your valour he his crown does owe, Would from your mouth I should the word receive, And that to these you would your orders give.
Almanz. He much o'er-rates the little I have done.
[ALMANZOR goes to the door, and there seems
to give out orders, by sending people several
ways. Selin to Ozmyn. Now, to revenge the murder of
Ozmyn. Thy idle menaces I do not fear:
Exit with SELIN.
Esper. Madam, you must not to despair give place;
Almah. Mark but how terribly his eyes appear!
[ALMANZOR returns ; she falls at his feet, be
ing veiled. Almah. Turn, mighty conqueror, turn your face
this way, Do not refuse to hear the wretched pray ! Almanz. What business can this woman have
with me? Almah. That of the afflicted to the Deity. VOL. IV.