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Almanz. Thou want'st them both, or better thou

would'st know, Than to let factions in thy kingdom grow. Divided interests, while thou think'st to sway, Draw, like two brooks, thy middle stream away: For though they band and jar, yet both combine To make their greatness by the fall of thine. Thus, like a buckler, thou art held in sight, While they behind thee with each other fight. Boab. Away, and execute him instantly!

[To his Guards. Almanz. Stand off; I have not leisure yet to die.

To them, enter ABDALLA hastily.
Abdal. Hold, sir! for heaven's sake hold !
Defer this noble stranger's punishment,
Or your rash orders you will soon repent.

Boab. Brother, you know not yet his insolence.

Abdal. Upon yourself you punish his offence: If we treat gallant strangers in this sort, Mankind will shun the inhospitable court; And who, henceforth, to our defence will come, If death must be the brave Almanzor's doom? From Africa I drew him to your aid, And for his succour have his life betrayed. Boab. Is this the Almanzor whom at Fez you

knew, When first their swords the Xeriff brothers drew?

Abdal. This, sir, is he, who for the elder fought; And to the juster cause the conquest brought; Till the proud Santo, seated on the throne, Disdained the service he had done to own: Then to the vanquished part his fate he led; The vanquished triumphed, and the victor fled. Vast is his courage, boundless is his mind, Rough as a storm, and humorous as wind: Honour's the only idol of his eyes;


The charms of beauty like a pest he flies;
And, raised by valour from a birth unknown,
Acknowledges no power above his own.

Boab. Impute your danger to our ignorance;
The bravest men are subject most to chance:
Granada much does to your kindness owe;
But towns, expecting sieges, cannot show
More honour, than to invite you to a foe.

Almanz. I do not doubt but I have been to blame: But, to pursue the end for which I came, Unite your subjects first; then let us go, And pour their common rage upon the foe. Boab. (to the Factions.] Lay down your arms, and

let me beg you cease Your enmities.

Zul. We will not hear of peace, Till we by force have first revenged our slain. Abdelm. The action we have done we will main

tain. . Selin. Then let the king depart, and we will try Our cause by arms.

Zul. For us and victory.
Boab. A king entreats you.
Almanz. What subjects will precarious king's re-

A beggar speaks too softly to be heard:
Lay down your arms! 'tis I command you now.
Doit-or, by our prophet's soul I vow,
My hands shall right your king on him I seize.
Now let me see whose look but disobeys.

All. Long live king Mahomet Boahdelin!
Almanz. No more; but hushed as midnight si-

lence go:
He will not have your acclamations now.
Hence, you unthinking crowd !--

[The Common People go off on both parties.

Empire, thon poor and despicable thing,
When such as these make or unmake a king!
Abdal. How much of virtue lies in one great soul,

[Embracing him. Whose single force can multitudes controul !

[A trumpet within. Enter a Messenger. Messen. The Duke of Arcos, sir, Does with a trumpet from the foe appear. Boab. Attend him; he shall have his audience


Enter the Duke of Arcos. 'D. Arcos. The monarchs of Castile and Arragon Have sent me to you, to demand this town, To which their just and rightful claim is known.

Boab. Tell Ferdinand, my right to it appears . By long possession of eight hundred years : When first my ancestors from Afric sailed, In Rodrique's death your Gothic title failed.

D. Arcos. The successors of Rodrique still remain, And ever since have held some part of Spain: Even in the midst of your victorious powers, The Asturias, and all Portugal, were ours. You have no right, except you force allow; And if yours then was just, so ours is now.

· Boab. 'Tis true from force the noblest title springs; I therefore hold from that, which first made kings.

D. Arcos. Since then by force you prove your title : true, Ours must be just, because we claim from you. When with your father you did jointly reign, Invading with your Moors the south of Spain, I, who that day the Christians did command, Then took, and brought you bound to Ferdinand.

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Boab. I'll hear no more; defer What you would say: In private we'll discourse some other day.

D. Arcos. Sir, you shall hear, however you are loth, That, like a perjured prince, you broke your oath: To gain your freedom you a contract signed, By which your crown you to my king resigned, From thenceforth as his vassal holding it, And paying tribute such as he thought fit; Contracting, when your father came to die, To lay aside all marks of royalty, And at Purchena privately to live, Which, in exchange, king Ferdinand did give. Boab. The force used on me made that contract

void. D. Arcos. Why have you then its benefits en

joyed? By it you had not only freedom then, But, since, had aid of money and of men; And, when Granada for your uncle held, You were by us restored, and he expelled. Since that, in peace we let you reap your grain, Recalled our troops, that used to beat your plain; And more

Almanz. Yes, yes, you did, with wonderous care, Against his rebels prosecute the war, While he secure in your protection slept; For him you took, but for yourself you kept. Thus, as some fawning usurer does feed, With present sums, the unwary spendthrift's need, You sold your kindness at a boundless rate, And then o'erpaid the debt from his estate; Which, mouldering piecemeal, in your hands did

fall, Till now at last you come to swoop it all. D. Arcos. The wrong you do my king, I cannot

bear; Whose kindness you would odiously compare.

The estate was his; which yet, since you deny,
He's now content, in his own wrong, to buy.
Almanz. And he shall buy it dear! What his he

calls, We will not give one stone from out these walls.

Boab. Take this for answer, then,-Whate'er your arms have conquered of my land, I will, for peace, resign to Ferdinand. To harder terms my mind I cannot bring; But, as I still have lived, will die a king. D. Arcos. Since thus you have resolved, hence

i forth prepare For all the last extremities of war: My king his hope from heaven's assistance draws. Almanz. The Moors have heaven, and me, to assist their cause.

[Exit Arcos. Enter ESPERANZA. Esper. Fair Almahide, (Who did with weeping eyes these discords see, And fears the omen may unlucky be,) Prepares a zambra to be danced this night, In hope soft pleasures may your minds unite.

Boab. My mistress gently chides the fault I made:
But tedious business has my love delayed,
Business, which dares the joys of kings invade.

Almanz. First let us sally out, and meet the foe.
Abdal. Led on by you, we on to triumph go.
Boab. Then with the day let war and tumult

cease; The night be sacred to our love and peace: 'Tis just some joys on weary kings should wait; "Tis all we gain by being slaves to state. [Exeunt.

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