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Show " g" fhe Conque^ ; _____ e CourtSfber whom I Adore, is m y Rival, and a Prince n« • . . L^/AndwhendidlmyPow.rifofarrefign, That you fhould regulate each I ve'tliatPbwr. ^ifThen,whenyou I Hour . Twas during Pleafure, 't.s rcvdt d this Ho. me falfe, and rail on Woman-kind, s all the Remed .e like to find. .. Yes, th >e more, III hate you, and tliis vifit is m y laft. I ynd. Do't, ifyou can; you know I hold you I Yet, for your Qmtt, woll,d >'ou cou,d r C°Sn Your Love, as eafily as I do mine. . Furies and Hell, how unconcern d fix- fpeaks! \\ ith what indifference all her Vows fhe breaks! Curfe on m e ; but fhe fmiles. Lynd. That Smile's a part ot Love; and all s y o m due. 1 take it from the Prince, and give it you. luft Heav'n, muft m y poor Heart your May-game prove _ To ' and make Childrens Play in Love r [ Half crying ! H o w have 1 this Cruelty deferv'd ? I w h o fo.truly and fo long have ferv'd ! An fily 1 O h cruel Maid! twas too unkindly faid. t which could fo eafily remo\ W a s never fixd, nbr rooted deep in 1/ nd. You lodg'd it fo uneafie in your Brea I thought you had been wear)' of the Gucft. i treated like a ftranger there; 1 But, when a Houfhold friend I did appear £- You thought, it feems, I could not live elfewhere. \ Then, by degrees, your feign'd Kcfpect withdrew : You mark'd m y Actions, and- m y Guardian grew. But I am not'eoncern'd yohr Acts to blame: M y Heart to yours, but upon liking came. And, like a Bird, w h o m prying Boys moleft, Stays not to Breed where fhe had built her Ncft. Abdel. I have done 111 And dare not ask you to be lefs difpleas'd : Be but more angry, and m y pain is eas'd. Lynd. If I fhould be fo kind a Fool to take This little fatisfacfion which you make, I know you would prefume fome other time Upon my Goodnefs, and repeat your Crime. Abdel. O h never, never : upon no pretence: M y Life's too fhort to expiate this Offence. NTo; now 1 think on't, 'tis in vain to try; 'Tis in your Nature, and paft Remedy. You'll ftill difquiet m y too loving Heart: N o w we are Friends, 'tis beft for we to part. [ Taking her R Abdel. By this -Will you not give mc leave to Swear h !. You wou'd be Perjured ifyou fhould, I fear. An I talk with Prince Abdalla next: I with your fond Sufpicions fhall be vext. 1 cannot fay I'll conquer Jealoufie : Bui II freely paadon me, I'll try. 1 nd, till you that fubmiftT int prove, i never can conclude you truly Love. Ho them, the King, Almahide, Abena- \ mar, Efperanza. Guards, Attend,. ach m y Almahide, m y charming Fair; e, and Recompence ol This Night is yours; and may your Life ftill b< in Joy, tho' not Solemnity The Conqueft of Granada. The Zambra Dance. SONG. 199 Beneath a Myrtle Shade, Which Love for none but happy Lovers made, Ifept, and ftraight my Love before me brought Phillis, the Objell of my waking Thought : ' Undrefdflx came my Flames to meet, While Love ftrow'd Flowrs beneath her Feet • Flowrs, which fo prefs d by her, became mole fweet. 2. From the bright Vifions Head A carelefs Veil of Lawn was loofcly fpread: From her white Temples fell her fluded Hair, Li{e cloudy Sun-fid ne, not too Brown nor Fair. Her Hands her Lips did Love infpire ; Her every Grace my Heart did fire/ But mojl her Eyes, which langitiflfd with defire. Ah, Charming Fair, faid I, How long can you my Blifs and yours deny .<? By Nature and by Love this lovely Shade Was for Revenge of fufiering Lovers made. Silence and Shades with Love agree : Both Shelter you, and Favour me ; Tou cannot Bluff}, becaufe I cannot fee. 4. No, let me Die, floe faid, Rather than lofe th fpotlefs name of Maid: Faintly met bought fix fpoke, fir all the while She bid me not believe her, with a Smile. Then Die, faid I, fix fill deny'd ; And, h it thus, thus, thus fix cryd, Ton ufe a hormlefs Maid ! andfaJlx Dyd. 5- I wal(d, and ftraight I knew L lov'd fo well, it made my Dream prove true '. Fancy, the kinder Mijirifs of the two, Fancy had done what Phillis wou'd not do. Ah, Cruel Nymph ! ceafe your Difdain^ While I can Dream, you fcorn in vain : Afleep or waking, you muft eafe my pain. [ After the Dance, a tumultuous noife of Drums and Trumpets [ To them O z m y n ; his Sword drawn. Ozm. Arm, quickly, A r m , yet all, I fear, too late : The Enemy's already at the Gate. Boab. The Chrifiians are diflodg'd > W h a t Foe is near > Ozm. The Zegrys are in Arms, and almoft here. The Streets with Torches fhine, with Shoutings ring, And Prince Abdalla is proclalm'd the King. W h a t M a n could do, I have already done; But bold Almanzor fiercely leads 'em on. Abenam. The Alhambra yet is fafe in m y Command, Retreat you thither while their fhock w e fond. Boab. 1 cannot meanly for m y Life prc^vftle, I'll either perifh in't, or Item this Tide- To guard the Palace, Ozmyn be your Care; If they o'recome, no Sword will hurt the Fa'ur. Ozm. I'll either Die, or Fll make good the place. Abdel. A n d I, with thefe, will bold Almanzor fate. •. W h a t difmal Planets did m y Triumphs light the Day, and Death docs Rule the Night; [To tlx King. c Exeunt all bat the La- I dies. An Alarm within. iue |