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Show fbT^efof da. O- Bull, wSgSg^'* And dew-laps hanging g > ftand( With nodd.ngfront i » « o.u &f i n d. And with his i ^ ; » [ / l ^ d 0 u t aloud: Then, leamna. forth, ^ £ other croud, Th amaid altiftants IXICK =•"' Sd^e^-dtoeveryMhador: J "ft in that point of time the brave unknown, Approaclfa^Lifts^^ i ^ ^ ^ w h e n a i o ne (Obferv'd by all, himfelf obfemnjr none) fe enter'd firft; and with a grace!till pr.de, His fiery Arab dextroufly did guide W h o while his Rider every ftand furveyd, SorunV loofe, and flew into an Efcapade: rTo moving forward, yet, with every bound, PreffingancTfceming ftill to quit his ground. What after pafs'd [To Abdel. Was far from the Ventomm where I late, But vou were near, and can the truth relate. MM Thus, while he ftood, the Bull who faw th.sfoe, His eafier Conquefts proudly did forego: And, making at him, with a furious bound, From his bent Forehead aim'd a double wound. A rifing murmer ran through all the held, And every Ladies blood with fear was child. Some skriek'd, while others, with more helpful care, Crv'd out aloud, beware, brave Youth, beware! At this he turn'd; and, as thc Bull drew near, Shun'd, and receiv'd him on his pointed Spear fhe Lance broke fhort; the Beaft then bellow d loud, And his ftong neck to a new onfet bow'd. Th'undaunted Youth - Then drew ; and from his faddle bending low, J Juft where the neck did to the fhoulders grow, > With his u.ll force diteharg'd a deadly blow. } Not heads of Poppies (when they reap the gram) Fall with more cafe before the lab'ring Swain, Than fell this head : It fell fo quick, it did even death prevent: And made imperfect bellows as it went. Then all the Trumpets Victory did found: , . . ,. And yet their clangors in our fhouts were diown'd. [A confnsd noife within. Boob. Th'Alarm-kll rings from our Alhavibra Walls, And,from the Streets.found'Drums.and Ataballes. {WillingBell,Drums andTrump. , How now ! from whence proceed thefe new allarms: [To than a Mffingcr. Meff. The two fierce Factions are again in aims: And, changing into blood thc days delight, The! ts fight. On each fide their Allies and Friends appea The Moras here the Alabczes there: The G '. n, An ts line k ^- • { ' "--'- Eoalxk The Conqueft of Granada. V' The Factions appear : At f the Zegrys, Zulema, Harriet, Gomel, and Selin: Abenarnat lech joyncd with the Abcnccrrages. Zul. The faint Abcnccrrages quit their ground: Prefs 'cm; put home your Thrufts to every Wound. Abdelm. Zegry, on manly Force our Line relics; Thine poorly takes th'advantage of Surpr' Unarm'd and much ouMuimbcr'd we retreat- You gain no Fame, when bafely vou defeat. ' If thou art brave, feek nobler Victor -> Save Mocrifh Blood; and, while our Rands ftand by, > Let two to two an equal Combat try. 3 Hornet. 'Tis not for fear the Combat we refufe: But we our gaind Advantage will not lofe. Zvl. In Combating, but two of you will fall • And we refolve we will difpatch you all. Ozmyn. We'll double yet th'exchange before we die 5 And each of ours two Lives of yours" fhall bi C Almanzor enters betwixt them, as if.': fiand r -Almanz. I cannot ftay to ask which Caufe is beft; But this is fo to me, becaufe oppreft. J Goes to the Abencerrages. [ To them Boabdelin and Lis G;. Boob. On your Allegiance I command you fb- W h o pafles here, through me muft make'his Wa M y Life's the fjihmt/sh through this narrow line You firft muft cut, before thofe Seas can joyn. What Fury, Zegrys, has poflefs'd your Minds ? What Rage the brave Abencerrages blinds ? If, of your Courage you new "proofs wou'd fhow, Without much Travel you may find a Foe. Thofe Foes are neither fo remote nor few, That you fhou'd need each other to purfue. Lean Times and foreign Wars fhould Minds unite; W h e n poor, men mutter, but they feldom fight. O holy Alba, that I live to fee •The Granadines affift their Enemy! You fight the Chriftians Battels; every Life You lavifh thus, in this inteftine ftrife. Does from our weak Foundations take one Prop, Which help'd to hold our finking Country up/ Ozmyn. Tis fit our private Enmity fhould ce; Though injur'd firft, yet I will firft feek Peace. Zulem. No, Murd'rer, no; I never will be w To Peace with him whofe hand has flain m y Son. Ozmyn. Our Prophet's Curfe On me, and all the Abencerrages, light, If unprovok'd I with your Son did fight. Abdelm. A Band of Zegrys ran within the place, Match'd with a Troop of Thirty of our Race. Your Son and Ozmyn the firft 5 -ns led, Which, ten by ten, like Pitrt'hiahs charg'd and fled. The Ground was ftrow'cl with Canes, where we did meet, which crackled underneath our Courfer's Feet. W h e n Tarifa (I faw him ride apart) Chan"'d his blunt Cane for a Steel pointed Dart; And meeting Ozmyn next, W h o wanted time for Treafon to provide, He bafely threw it at him, undefy'd. [Ozmyn Ozmyn. Witnefs this Blood which, when by Treafon fought, That follow'd, Sir, which to my felf I ought. * His Hate to thee was grounded on a Gruel Which all our generous Zegrys juft did Thy Villain Blood thou openly didft place Above the Purple of our Kingly Ra< Ddd |