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Almanz. Who dares touch her I love? I'm all o'er love:Nay, I am love; love shot, and shot so fast, He shot himself into my breast at last. Almah. You see before you her, who should be queen, Since she is promised to Boabdelin. Almanz. Are you beloved by him? O wretched fate, First that I love at all; then, loved too late! Yet, I must love! ,

Almah. Alas, it is in vain; Fate for each other did not us ordain. The chances of this day too clearly show That heaven took care that it should not be so. Almanz. Would heaven had quite forgot me this one day!

But fate's yet hot

I'll make it take a bent another way.

[He walks swiftly and discomposedly, studying. I bring a claim which does his right remove; You're his by promise, but you're mine by love. Tis all but ceremony which is past; The knot's to tie which is to make you fast. Fate gave not to Boabdelin that power; He wooed you but as my ambassador.

Almah. Our souls are tied by holy vows above. Almanz. He signed but his: but I will seal my love. I love you better, with more zeal than he.

Almah. This day
I gave my faith to him, he his to me.

Almanz. Good heaven, thy book of fate before me lay, But to tear out the journal of this day:
Or, if the order of the world below
Will not the gap of one whole day allow,

Give me that minute when she made her vow!
That minute, ev'n the happy from their bliss might give;
And those, who live in grief, a shorter time would live. So small a link, if broke, the eternal chain
Would, like divided waters, join again.—
It wonnot be; the fugitive is gone,
Prest by the crowd of following minutes on:
That precious moment's out of nature fled,
And in the heap of common rubbish laid,
Of things that once have been, and are decayed. Almah. Your passion, like a fright, suspends my pain;It meets, o'erpowers, and beats mine back again:
But as, when tides against the current flow,
The native stream runs its own course below,
So, though your griefs possess the upper part,
My own have deeper channels in my heart. Almanz. Forgive that fury which my soul does


'Tis the essay of an untaught first love:
Yet rude, unfashioned truth it does express;
Tis love just peeping in a hasty dress.
Retire, fair creature, to your needful rest;
There's something noble labouring in my breast:
This raging fire, which through the mass does move,
Shall purge my dross, and shall refine my love.

[Exeunt Almaiiide and Esperanza.
She goes, and I like my own ghost appear;
It is not living when she is not here.

To him Abdalla as King, attended.

Abdal. My first acknowledgments to heaven arc

due; My next, Almanzor, let me pay to you.

Almanz. A poor surprise, and on a naked foe,
Whatever you confess, is all you owe;
And I no merit own, or understand
That fortune did you justice by my hand:
Yet, if you will that little service pay
With a great favour, I can shew the way.

Abdal. I have a favour to demand of you;
That is, to take the thing for which you sue.

Almanz.- Theri, briefly, thus: when I the Albay- zyn won, I found the beauteous Almahide alone, Whose sad condition did my pity move; And that compassion did produce my love.

Abdal. This needs no suit j in justice, I declare, She is your captive by the right of war.

Almanz. She is no captive then; I set her free; And, rather than I will her jailor be, I'll nobly lose her in her liberty.

Abdal. Your generosity I much approve; But your excess of that shows want of love.

Almanz. No, 'tis the excess of love which mounts so high, That, seen far off, it lessens to the eye. Had I not loved her, and had set her free, That, sir, had been my generosity; But 'tis exalted passion, when 1 show I dare be wretched, not to make her so: And, while another passion fills her breast, I'll be all wretched rather than half blest.

Abdal. May your heroic act so prosperous be, That Almahide may sigh you set her free.

Enter Zulema.

Zul. Of five tall towers which fortify this town. All but the Alhambra your dominion own: Now, therefore, boldly I confess a flame, Which is excused in Almahide's name.

If you the merit of this night regard,
In her possession I have my reward.

Almanz. She your reward! why, she's a gift so great, That I myself have not deserved her yet;And therefore, though I won her with my sword, I have, with awe, my sacrilege restored.

Zul. What you deserve
I'll not dispute, because I do not know;
This only I will say, she shall not go.

Almanz. Thou, single, art not worth my answer

ing: But take what friends, what armies thou canst bring;What worlds; and, when you are united all, Then will I thunder in your ears,—She shall.

Zul. I'll not one tittle of my right resign.— Sir, your implicit promise made her mine; When I, in general terms, my love did show, You swore our fortunes should together go.

Abdal. The merits of the cause I'll not decide,
But, like my love, I would my gift divide.
Your equal titles then no longer plead;
But one of you, for love of me, recede.

Almanz. I have receded to the utmost line,
When, by my free consent, she is not mine:
Then let him equally recede with me,
And both of us will join to set her free.

Zul. If you will free your part of her, you may;
But, sir, I love not your romantic way.
Dream on, enjoy her soul, and set that free;
I'm pleased her person should be left for me.

Almanz. Thou shalt not wish her thine; thou shalt not dare To be so impudent, as to despair.

Zul. The Zegrys, sir, are all concerned to see How much their merit you neglect in me.

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Harriet. Your slighting Zulema, this very hour Will take ten thousand subjects from your power. Almanz. What are ten thousand subjects such as they?If I am scorned I'll take myself away.

Abdal. Since both cannot possess what both pursue, I grieve, my friend, the chance should fall on you; But when you hear what reason I can urge

Almanz. None, none that your ingratitude can purge. Reason's a trick, when it no grant affords; It stamps the face of majesty on words.

Abdal. Your boldness to your services I give:
Now take it, as your full reward,—to live.

Almanz. To live!If from thy hands alone my death can be,
I am immortal, and a god to thee.
If I would kill thee now, thy fate's so low,
That I must stoop ere I can give the blow:
But mine is fixed so far above thy crown,
That all thy men,

Piled on thy back, can never pull it down:But, at my ease, thy destiny I send,
By ceasing from this hour to be thy friend.
Like heaven, I need but only to stand still,
And, not concurring to thy life, I kill.
Thou canst no title to my duty bring;I'm not thy subject, and my soul's thy king.
Farewell. When I am gone,
There's not a star of thine dare stay with thee:I'll whistle thy tame fortune after me;And whirl fate with me wheresoe'er I fly,
As winds drive storms before them in the sky.


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