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Show 7 ^ ' g-fc {omfHefl ^/Granada ---- T~T , " To Lynd. You faireft, to my Memory be kind. Lovers like me your Sex will feldom.And. When 1 ufurp'd a Crown for Love of y ou, I, then, did more than dying now I do fcWitttfctKES ? c Thefe Tears you to that Love may well allow. t <*« His unrepenting Soifc if it could move 1 Upward,' in Crimes, flew fpotted with your Love; ^ And brought Contagion to the bleft above. \ Lynd He's gone and Peace go with a conftant Mind : His Love deferv'd lftiould have been more: kind. But then your Love and greater Worth 1 knew : I was unjuft to him but juft to you. Abdelm. I was his Enemy and Rival too^ Yet l fome Tears to his Misfortune owe: Yo him more; weepthen, and joyn with m e: So muchis due ev'n to Humanity. Lynd. Weap for this Wretch, whofe Memory 1 hate! Whofe Foil* made us both unfortunate!! Weep for this Fool, w ho did m y Laughter move! This whining, tedious, heavy lump of Love! Abdel. Had Fortune favour'd him, and trown'd on me, -x I then had been that heavy Fool, not he; \ juft this had been m y Fun'ral Elegy. Thy Arts and Falfhood I before did know; But this laft Bafenefs was conceal'd till now. And 'twas no more than needful to be know$; I could be cur'd by fuch an Act alone. M y Low, half blafted, yet in time would (hoot, But this laft Tempeft rends it to thc Root. Lynd. Thefe little Piques, which now your Anger move, Will vanifh, and are only Signs of Love. You've been too fierce; and at fome other time I fhould not with fuch Eafe forgive your Crime. But, in a Day of publick Joy, like this, I pardon and forget what e'er's amifs. Abdelm Thefe Arts have oft prevail'd but muft no more: The Spell is ended, and the Enchantment o'er. You have at laft deftroy'd, with much ado, That Love, which none could have deftroy'd, but you. M y Love was blind to your deluding Art; But blind Men feel, when ftabb'd fo near the Heart. Lynd. I muft confefs there was fome Pity due: But I conceal'd it out of Love to you. Abdelm. N o , Lyndaraxa; 'tis at laft too late: Our Loves have mingled with too much of Fate. I would, but cannot now m y felf deceive: O that you ftill could cheat, and I believe! Lynd. D o notfo light a Quarrel long purfue: You grieve your Rival was lefs lov'd than you. 'Tis hard, when Men of Kindnefs muft complain! Abdelm. I'm now awake, and cannot dream again. Lynd. Yet hear Abdelm. No more; nothing m y Heart can bend: That Queen you fcorn'd you fhall this Night attend. Your Life the King has pardon'd for m y fake; But, on your Pride, I fome Revenge muft take. See now th'Effectsofwhat your Arts defign'd: Tliank your inconftant and ambitious Mind. The ConqueftYlTrmadz. Tis juft.that fhe who to no Love is true, Should be forfaken, and contemn'd, like you. tt Y'f- A » Arts of injur'd W o m e n I will try : Firft I will be Reveng'd ; and then I'll Die. But like fome falling Tow'r £ Whofe teeming firmnefs does the Sight beguile So hold I up m y nodding Head awhile Till they come under; and referve m y fall That with m y Ruines I may reach 'email.' Abdelm. Conduct: her hence L rp -. r,rri^« , J c t on- [exit 1-yndaraxa e-iarded. hnter a Soldier. * Sold. Almanzor is victorious without FWit • fhe Foes retreated when he came in fi^h? ' Under the Walls, this Night, his Men°are drawn • And mean to feek the Spaniard with the dawn. Abdelm. The Sun's dcclind; Command the Watch be fet without delay • And in the Fort let bold Bendncar ftay : I'll hafte to Court, where Solitude I'll fly i r A lid. And Herd, like wounded Deer, in company. L J But oh, h o w hard is Paflion to remove, W h e n I muft fhun m y Self to fcape from Lbve! SCENE The Alhambra, or a Gallery, rr _ . Zulema, Hamet. Hamet. I thought your Paffion for the Queen was dead ; Or that your Love had, with your Hopes, been fled. Zulema. 'Twas like a Fire within a Furnace pent : I fmother'd it, and kept it long from vent. But ( fed with Looks, and blown with Sighs fo faff) It broke a Paflage through m y Lips, at laft. Hamet. Where found you Confidence your Suit to move ? Our broken Fortunes are not fit to love. Well; you declar'd your Love :-Whatfollow'd then? Zul. She look'd as Judges do on guilty Men, W h e n , big with Fate, they triumph in their Dooms, And fmile before the deadly Sentence comes. Silent I ftood, as I were Thunder-ftruck; Condemn'd and executed with a Look. Hamet. You muft, with hafte, fome Remedy prepare: N o w you are in, you muft break through the Snare. Zul. She faid fhe would m y Folly yet conceal, But vow'd m y next Attempt fhe would reveal. Hamet. 'Tis dark ; and, in this lonely Gallery-, (Remote from noife, and fhunning every Eye) One Hour each Evening fhe in in private Mourns, And Prays, and to the Cirle then returns. Now, if you dare attempt her pafling by Zul. Thefe lighted Tapers fhow the time is nigh. Perhaps m y Courtfhip will not be in vain; At leaft, few W o m e n will of Force complain. At the other end of the Gallery, Enter Almanzor and Efperanza, Hamet. Almanzor, and with him • The Favourite Slave of the Sultana Queen. Zul. E're they approach, let us retire unfeen; And watch our time when they return again. Then Force fhall give, if Favour does deny; And,that once done,we'll to the Spaniards fly. [Exent. Almanz. N o w ftand ; th'Apartment ofthe Queen is near, And from this place your Voice will reach her Ear. [Efperanza goes out. M m m 2 \*G |
