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Show 4 U J * - - ^^W^k* lAc it war,, j *J*W^ W e have ah ift the Rubicon. c J The Dice are mine ^ ^ ^ f ^ ^ ^ S 1 ^ 0 , c ^ * * .ftfe, _W d^Ug S W f f $ $ £ ^ ^ > ) of Swords afar of Ye W r d s w S hither Sounds more ftrong and quick : LatfafteriDrums, and mingle Deaths more thick. HI to the Turrets of the Palace go, Andaddnew Fire to thofe that Fight below. V cncc K^like, with Torches;by my ..de (Far be the Omen though ) m y Love 111 guide. N o • like his better Fortune 111 appear, With open Arms loofe Veil, and flowing Hair, | luft flying forward from my rowhng Sphere. 9 M y Smiles fhall make Abdalla more than M a n; Let him look up, and p e r i f l i / / ; ^ ^ ; ^ . ^ Almanzor J Selin /// ffo head of the Zegrys. Ozmyn Prts iter. /Imanz. W c liave not fought enough, they fly toofooi And I am griev'd the Noble Sport is done. , . This onlv Man, of all whom Chance did bring I Pointing to Ozmyn. To meet m y Arms, was worth the Conquering. His brave Refiftance did my Fortune Grace; So flow, lb threatning forward he gave place. His Chains be eafie, and his Ufage tair. Selin 1 be<* vou would commit him to m y Care. Almanz. Next, thc brave Spaniard, free without delay: > And with a Convoy fend him fafe away. Itxita^uard. Ham. TheKingby meSalutes you; and to fhow [Totbemliametandott That to vour Valour he his Crown does owe, Would from vour Mouth I fhould the W o r d receive; And, that to thefe you would your Orders give. Almanz. He much o'er-rates the little I have done. [ Almanzor goer to the Door, and there feems to give out Orders, by fending People fever al ways. Selin toOzmyn. Now to revenge the Murder of m y Son. To Morrow for thy certain Death prepare : This Night I only leave thee to defpair. Ozmyn. Thy idle Menaces I do not fear: M y bufinefs was to Die, or Conquer here. Sifter, for you I grieve I cou'd no more : M y prefent State betrays m y want of Pow'r. But, when true Courage is of force bereft, Patience, the only Fortitude, is left. [Exit m v Selin* Almah. Ah, Efperanza, what for me remains! But Death; or worfe than Death, inglorious Chains! Ffpcr. Madam, you muft not to Defpair give place; Heaven never meant Misfortune to that Face. Suppofe there were no Juftice in your Caufe, Beauty's a Bribe that gives her Judges Laws. That ) ou are brought to this deplor'd Eftate, Is but th,"ingenious Flattery of your Fate ; Fate fears her Succour, like an Alms, to give: And would vou, God-like, from your felf fhould live. tab. Mark but how terrible his Eies appear ! An;' vet there's fomething roughly Noble there, Which, innnfafhion'd Nature, looks Divine; And like a Gem does in the Quarry fhine. [Almanzor returns ; fix falls at hk Feet, beltto veil'd. Alnah. K » The Conqueft of Granada. _^o~i Almah. Turn, Mighty Conqu'ror, ruth your Face this way. D o not refufe to hear the wretched Pray rdcccms w ay* AlmaT'T^f YTlS^ thiS, Woman have wi* *** Almah. That of th Afflicted to the Deity So may your Arms Succefs in Battels find- So may the Miftrifs of your Vows be kind If you have any ; or i£you have none- ' So may your Liberty be ftill your own. ' V / W . Y?VrWilliur" my Face' but n°t my Mind: You Bane, and foft Deftrudtion of Mankind W h a t would you have with me? Almahide 1 beg the Grace ' r7i h- You would lay by thofe Terrors of you'r Face. C VnoaU^' Till Calmnefs to your Eyes you firft reftore I am afraid and I can beg no more. r_ Almanzor looking fixedly on her. Almanz Wei my fierce Vifage fhall not Murder you: J Speak quickly, W o m a n ; I have much to do Almak Where fhouldl find the Heart to fpeak one word? Your Voice, Six, is as killing as your Sword. As you have left the Lightning of your Eye, So would you pleafe to lay your Thunder by ' Almanz. I'm Pleas'd and Pain'd, fince firft her Eyes I faw, As I were ftung with fome Tarantula: Arms, and the dufty Field I lefs admire; And foften ftrangely in fome new Defire. Honour burns in m e not fo fiercely bright, But Pale as Fires when Mafter'd by the Li^ht. Ev'n while I Speak and Look, I Change yet more • And now am nothing that I was before. I'm mum'd, and fix'd, and fcarce m y Eye-balls move • I fear it is the Lethargy Of Love! 'Tis he; I feel him now in every part: Like a new Lord he vaunts about m y Heart, Surveys in State each corner of m y Breaft,' While poor fierce I, that was, am difpofTeft; I'm bound ; but I will rouze m y Rage again And th6 no hope of Liberty remain, I'll fright m y Keeper when I fhake m y Chain. You are; [Angerly^ Almah. I know I a m your Captive, Sir : Almanz. You are-You fhall-And I can fcarce forbear- 1 Almah. Alas! Almanz. 'Tis all in vain; it will not do: [Afide* I cannot now a feeming Anger fhow : M y Tongue againft m y Heart no Aid affords, For Love ftill rifes up and choaks m y words. Almah. In half this time a Tempeft would be ftill. Almanz. Tis you have rais'd that Tempeft in m y Will. I wonnot love you; give m e back m y Heart. But give it as you had it, Fierce and Brave; It was not made to be a W o m a n s Slave : But, Lion-like, has been in Defarts bred \ And us'd to range, will ne'er be tamely led. Reftore its Freedom to m y fetter'd Will, And then I fhall have Pow'r to ufe you 111. Almah. M y fad Condition may your Pity move; But look not on me with the Eies of Love. I muft be brief, though I have much to fay. Almanz. No, fpeak; For I can hear you now, all day. Her Suing fooths me with a fecret Pride : [Softly. Afuppliant Beauty cannot be deny'd. p AL AEvn'dn Iw'hmi lceo rIr furptoewdn ,w ihtehr tChhe aPromws' rtthoe PFluerafreo.w s feijzi Fff AJmJh |
