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Show ./ upi'H of Grarcda_ i__a^t*^*Aii i.,,^^*-. th fo unfixt a Hour:, T w o factions nun him » » ucn . But now he M l "ot,; f ' t" V J hold it 6ft, ill take his Heart by th toots, ana Make me the humble Creature ui y \teGranadins will gladly ****\ } Cr,rd with fo bale and.mP«en atwav.; And when 1 fhew my rule, you fhall tee w, u lS ,ft em tat) name You wrong our I-nendlhip, whenyou g y W h e n for m y felf 1 Fight, w e i g h t * ^> But Friendfhip will admit of ^ ^ J ^ - , , ^ lint weighs by th' lump, and when the Cauie is ugnu, True, I would wifh my friend the julter hde , But in th'unjuft m y Kindnefs more is try d. And all the oppofition I can bring, > k rhit I fear to make you fuch a King. ' A M The Majefty of Kings we mould not blame, W h e n Roval Minds Adorn the Royal Name : The vulgar, Greatnefs too much Idolize But haughty Subjeds it too much Delpiie. Almanz. I only fpeak of him W h o m Pomp and Greatnefs fit fo loofe about, That he wants Majefty to fill them out. Abdal. Hafte then, and lofe no t i m e - - - The Bufinefs muft be enterpnz'd this Night. W e muft furprizethe Court in its Delight. Almanz. For you to Will, for me 'tis to Obey ; But I would give a Crown in open Day : < And, when' the Spaniards their Affault begin, At once beat thofe without, and thefe within. Enter Abdelmelech. Abddm. Abdalla, hold ; there's fomewhat I intend To fpeak, not as your Rival, but your Friend. Abdal. If as a Friend, I am oblig'd to hear; And what a Rival fays I cannot fear. Abdelm. Think, brave Abdalla, what it is you do: Your Quiet, Honour, and our Friendfhip too, All for a fickle Beauty you forgo. Think, and turn back before it be too late ; Behold, in me, th' example of your Fate. I am your Sea-mark, and tho' wrack'd and loft, M y Ruins ftand to warn you from the Coaft. Abdal. Your Counfels, Noble Abdelmelech, move M y Reafon to accept 'em, not m y Love. Ah, W h y did Heav'n leave M a n fo weak Defence, To truft frail Reafon with the Rule of Senfe! 'Tis over-pois'd and kick'd up in the Air, While Senfe weighs down the Scale; and keeps it there. Or, like a Capth e-King, 'tis born away; And fore'd to count'nance its own Rebel's fway. Abdelm. No, no ; our Reafon was not vainly lent; Nor is a Slave but by its own Confent. If Reafon on his Subjects Triumph wait, An eafie Kingdeferves no better Fate. Abdal. You fpeak too late; m y Empire's loft tool. I cannot Fight. Abdelm. Then make a flying W a r ; Di(lodge betimes before you are befet. Abdal. Her Tears, her Smiles, her every Look's a Net Her voice is like a Svren's of the Land; And bloody Hearts lie panting in her hand. {Exit Almanzor. Abdelm "Ihe Congueji of Granada. 3 9 7 Abdelm This do you know, and tempt the danger ftill > Abdal. Love like a Lethargy has feiz'd m y Will I'm not m y felf, fince from her fight I went; I lean m y Trunck that way, and there ftand bent- As one, w h o in fome frightful Dream, would fhun His preffingFoe, labours in vain to run; And his o w n flownefs in_his fleep bemoans, With thick fhort fighs, weak cries, and tender groans So I ~ & Abdelm. Some Friend in Charity, fhould ihakc And rouze, and call you loudly till you wake. Too well I know her blandifhments to gain, Ufurper-like, till fettled in her Reign; Then proudly (he intuits, and gives you cares And jealoufies; fhort hopes, and long defpairs. T® this hard yoke you muft hereafter bow * Howe'r fhe (bines all Golden to you now. Abdal. Like him, w h o on thc Ice • Slides fwiftly on, and fees the water near, Yet cannot (top himfelf in his career: So I a m carry'd. This enchanted place, Like Circe's Ifle, is peopled with a Race Of Dogs and Swine, yet, though their fate I know, I look with pleafure, and a m turning too. [Lyndaraxa paffes over thc Stages, Abdelm. Fly, Fly, before th'allurements of her Face, E'er fhe return with fome refiftlefs Grace, And with new Magick covers all the place. Abdal, I cannot, will not; nay, I would not fly; I'll Love, be blind, be cozen'd till I die. And you, w h o bid m e Wifer Counfel take, Til Hate, and if I can, 111 kill you for her fake. Abdelm. Ev'n I that cOunfell'd you, that Choice approve; I'll Hate you blindly, and her blindly Love: Prudence, that ftemm'd the Stream, is out of Breath ; And to go d o w n it, is the eafier Death. \ Lyndaraxa re-enters andfmi'a. Abdel. That Smile on Prince Abdalla feems to fay, \ o// Abdalla. [Exit Abdalla. You are not in your killing Mood to day : Men Brand, indeed, your Sex with Cruelty, But you'r too good to fee poor Lovers Die. This God-like pity in you I extol; And more, becaufe, like Heaven's, 'tis general. lynd. M y fmile implies not that I grant his fuit: 'Twas but a bare return of his falute. Abdel. It faid, you were engag'd and I in place: But to pleafe both, you would divide the grace. Lynd. You've caufe to be contented with your part, W h e n he has but the Look, and you the Heart. Abdel. In giving but that Look, you give what's mine • I'll not one corner of a Glance refign : All's mine ; and I am cov'tous of m y Store: 1 have not Love enough ; I'll tax you more. Lynd. I gave not Love; 'twas but Civility: He is a Prince ; that's due to his Degree. Abdel. That Prince you fmil'd on is m y Rival ftill: And fhou'd, if m e you lov'd, be treated ill. Ljnd. I know not h o w to fhow fo rude a Spight. Abdel. That is, you know not h o w to love aright;. Or, if you did, you would more difference I Betwixt our Souls, than 'twixt our Quality. Mark, if his Birth make any difference, If, to his words, it adds one grain of Senfe ; That Duty which his Birth can make his dug I'll pay; but it mail not be paid by you* |