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Show • ,;1( hut to male feme faftfclicn, I will hare the reft of J I fre been too teJum in tlftt *Fut]? * my Via, exposU to *f**^~f£Zm% ard ought to bem them who have been favourable »*tmimfi-» J opcre in canto £» eft obrepercSomniim. i ,± r J ..,*/• the Common vood fortune of prefer ens Gamefters and to fuftrkthv.ttbcut reply. P R O L O G UE To the Firft P A R T . Spoken by Mrs Ellen Guyn in a Broad brim'd Hat, and Wafte-Belt. 7 HIS Jeft 901 frft <f tl"other Houfes making. And five times rry% has never fait'd rf taking. Fur 'tweie a ftamc a Ptet fhould be fit'd Vnder the J ire Iter of fo broad a Shield. _ Ti K is that Hat, whofe very fgbt did vein J* T» laugh end clap as though the Dnilwere m }t. Ai then, for Noktt, fo now I hope )0ii!t be So dull, to laugh orce more for love of me. I'll mite a Play, fays ore, for I have got A Bread brim'd Hat. and Wafte-Belt towards a Pith Says tl'cthtr, I have ore more targe than that. Tim they outwnte each otlxr with a Hat. Ihe Brims ftill grew with every Play they mil', Avdgrcwfo large, they cover'd all the Wit. Hat vasthe Play: 'twas Language, Wit and Tale: Like them that find Meat. Drink., and Cloth in Ale. Wliat Du'ntfi do the/e Mingril Wits confefs, When a!! their hrpe ti ailing of a Drefs ! Thus, Two the betl Comedians of the Age Mufl be worn out, with being Bloelcj o'tb Stage; Like a young Girl, who better things has known, Beneath their Poets Impotence they groan. See now what Charity it was to fave ! They thought you lil(d what only you forgave : And brought you more dullSence, dull Ser,ce much worfi Than brisk, gay Non-fence, and the heavier Curfe. They bring od tin and Glafs upon the Stage, To barter with the Indians of air Age. Still tkey write on, and like grear Authors (how : But 'tn at l\owlers in wet Gardens grow Heavy with Dirt, and gathering as they go. May none who have fo little under flood To like fucb trafh, pefume to praife whafegcod! And may thofe Drudges of the Stage, whofe Fate Is damn'd dull Farce, more dully to Tranjlatc, Fall under that Excise the State thinks fit To fet on all French Wares, whofe worft is Wit. French Farce worn out at home, is fent abroad j And patch'd up here, is made our Englifh Mode. Henceforth let l'octs,c're allow"d to wiite, ' Be fearch'd, like Duelifts, bejere they fight, For Wlieel-broad Hats, dull Humor, all that chaff Which makes you mum, and makes the vulgar laugh : For thefe, in Plays, arc as unlawful Aims, As in a Combat, Coats of Mail, and Charms. Perfons Reprefented. Mahomet Boabdelin, the laft King of Granada.. Prince Abdalla, his Brother, Abdelmelech chief of the Abencerrages. Tjulema, chief of the Zegrys. - Abenamar, an old Abencerrago. Selin, an old Zegry -Mr. -Mr. -Mr. -Mr. -Mr. Oumyn,z brave young Abencerrago,Son to Abename-rM.rM.r . Hamet, Brother to Zulema, a Zegry. Mr. Gomel, a Zegry. . Mr. Almanzor. - . Mr. Kynafton. Lydal. Mohun. Harris. Cartwright. ffinterfhal. Bee/ton. Watfon. Powel. Hart. Ferdinand, King of Spain Duke of Arcos, his General. -Mr. Little-wood, -Mr. Bel -Mrs. Ellen Guyn, Don Alonzo d* AguiLr, a Spaniih Captain.- Almahide, Queen of Granada - Mrs Lyndaraxa, Sifter to Zuhma, a Zegry Lady. Mrs. Murftial. Benzayda, Daughter to Selin -Mrs. Bowtel. ' Efperanza, Slave to the Queen Mr<" Retve ' Halyma, Slave to Lyndaraxa Mrs'. Eaftland. TfabeUa, Queen of Spain. Mis. j a m u MelTengers, Guards, Attendants, Men and Women. The SCENE in GRANADA, and the Ortfa, Camp Eefiegtng it. I Alman. i$i Almanzor and Almahide: OR, T HE CONQUEST of GRANADA The Firft PART. Boob. T Boabdelin, Abenamar, Abdelmelech, Guards. IHus, in the Triumphs of foft Peace I reign- And from m y Walls, defy the Pow'rs of' Spain With Pomp and Sports m y Love I celebrate; While they keep diftance, and attend my State Parent to her whofe eyes m y Soul inthral; W h o m I, in hope, already Father call; Abenamar, thy Youth thefe Sports has known Of which thy Age is now Spedator grown : Judge-like thou fit/ft, to praife, or to arraign The flying Skirmifh of the darted Cane: But, when fierce Bulls run loofe upon the place, And our bold Moors their Loves with danger grace, Then, Heat new bends thy flakned Nerves again, ' And a fhort Youth runs warm through every Vein. Aben. I muft confefs th' Encounters of this day ' Warm'd me indeed, but quite another way : Not with the fire of Youth, but gen'rous Rage To fee the Glories of m y Youthfull age So far out done. Abdel. Caflile could never boaft, in all its pride, A Pomp fofplendid; when the lifts fet wide, Gave room to the fierce Bulls, which wildly ran In Sierra Rondo., 'ere the W a r began : W h o , with high Noftrils, Snuffling up the wind, N o w ftood, the Champion of the Salvage kind. Juft oppofite, within the circled place, Ten of our bold Abencerrages race (Each brandifhing his Bull-fpear in his hand,) Did their proud Gennets gracefully command. On their fteel'd heads their demy-Lances wore Small pennons, which their Ladies colours bore. Before this Troop did Warlike Ozmyn go; Each Lady as he rode faluting low : At the chief ftands, with Reverence more profound, His well-taught Courfer, kneeling, touch'd the ground; Thence rais'd, he fidelong bore his Rider on, Still facing, till he out of fight was gone. Boob. You praife him like a Friend, and I confefs His brave Deportment merited no lefs. Abdclm. Nine Bulls were launch'd by his Victorious Arm, Whofe wary Gennet fhunning ftill the harm, Seem'd to attend the (hock and then leap'd wide: Mean while, his dextrous Rider, when he fpy'd The Beaft juft ftooping, 'twixt the neck and head His Lance, with never erring fury, fped. Aben. M y Son did well; and fo did Huvsettoo^ did no more than we were wont to do$ But what the ftranger did, was more than Man: Abdel He finiih'd all thofe began, [To Aben. |