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Show When Phillis I fee, my Man hnnds" my Breaft, And the Love I would jhfie is fixwn • But a fleep or awake I am never at Kejt J from my Eyes Phillis k gone. J s a fad Dream does ^ . . ^ ^ But alas, when /**, and no PhllllS I find, How I figh to my f If all-alone! Should a Km he *J ^^in her 1 **"* Hefiwdd offer his Treafure in vain : 0 I let me alone to be Happy and I oor, And trtve me my Phillis again. Let Phillis be mine, andfor ever be kind, I could to a Defart with her be confin d, And envy no Monarch his Reign. 4- Alas, I difcover too much of my Love, And fix too well biows her own Powr! She makes me each day a new Martyrdom prove, And malics me grow jealous each Hour. But let her each Minute torment my poor Mind, I had rather love Phillis both Falje and Un^nd, £^ ^ Q m^ Than ever be freed from her Powr. L™" Abdal. Now, Madam, at your Feet a King you fee; - Or rather, if you pleafe, a Scepter'd Slave : Tis juft you fhou'd poflefs the Pow'r you gave. Had "Love not made me yours, I yet had been But the firft Subjeft to Boabdelin. _ Thus Heav'n declares the Crown I bring, your due : And had forgot m y Title, but for you. Lynd. Heav'n to your Merits will, I hope, be kind ; But, Sir, it has not yet declar'd its Mind. ) 'Tis true, it holds the Crown above your Head; But does'not fix it, till your Brother's dead. Abdal. All, but th' Alhambra, is within m y Pow r i And that m y Forces go to take this Hour. _ Lynd. W h e n , with its Keys, your Brother s Head you bring, I fhall believe you are indeed a King. < _ Abdal. But, fince th'eventsof all things doubtful are, And, of Events, moft doubtful thofe of W a r, I beg to know before, if Fortune frown, Muft I then lofe your Favour with m y Crown? Lynd. You'll foon return a Conquerour again, And therefor, Sir, your Queftion is in vain. Abdal. I think to certain Victory I move ; But you may more affure it by your Love. That Grant will make m y Arms invincible. Lynd. M y Pray'rs and Withes your Succefs foretel. Go then, and Fight, and think you fight for m e ; I wait but to reward your Victory. Abdal. But if I lofe it, muft I lofe you too} Lynd. You are too curious, if you more would know.. I know not what m y future Thoughts will be : Poor W o m e n s Thoughts are all Extempore. Wife Men, indeed, Before-hand, a long chain of Thoughts produce; But ours are only for our prefent ufe. Abdal. Thofe Thoughts you will not know,too well declare You mean to wait the final d o om of W a r. Lynd. I find you come to quarrel with me now: Would you kuow more of m e than I allow? ::nce Thq Conqueft of Granada. ^ Whence are you grown that great Divinity, That%ith fuch eafe into m y Thoughts can pry > Indulgence does not with fome Tempers fure: I lee I muft become more Abfolute. Abdal. I muft fubmit; O n what hard Terms foe'er m y Peace be bought Lynd Submit! you fpeak as you were not in fault Tis evident, the Injury is mine ; For w h y fhould you m y fecret Thoughts Divine > Abdal. Yet if we might be judg'd by Reafon's Laws» . Lynd. Then you would haveyour Reafon judge m y Caufe. Either confefs your Fault, or hold your Tongue? For I a m fure I'm never in the wron». & Abdal. Then I acknowledge it. Lynd. - -Then I forgive. Abdal. Under how hard a Law poor Lovers live » W h o , like the vanquifh'd, muft their Right releafe- And, with the lofs of Reafon, buy their Peace r Art Madam, to fhow that you m y Pow'r Command, I Afide. I put m y Life and Safety irryour Hand. Difpofe of the Albayzyn as you pleafe : To your fair Hands I here refign the Keys. Lynd. I take your Gift, becaufe your Love it fhews: And faithful Selin for Alcade I chufe. Abdal. Selin, from her alone your Orders take. This one Requeft, yet, Madam, let m e make; That, from thofe Turrets, you th'Aflault will fee, And Crown, once more, m y Arms with Victory.' [Lads her out. Selin remains with Gazul and Reduan his Servants. Selin. Gazul, go tell m y Daughter that I wait: You, Reduan, bring the Pris'ner to his Fate. [Exeunt Gazul and Reduan. E re of m y Charge I will Pofleflion take, A Bloody Sacrifice I mean to make : The Manes of m y Son fhall fmile this day, While I in Blood m y vows of Vengeance pay. Enter at one Door, Benzayda with Gazul : At the other Ozmyn bound with Raduan. Selin. I Cent, Benzayda, to glad your Eyes: Thefe Rights w e owe your Brother's Obfequies. You two the curft Abcnccrrago bind. [To Gazul and Reduan. You need no more t'inftruct you irt m y Mind. cThey bind him to one Benz. In what fad Object am I call'd to fhare? \ corner of the Stage. Tell me, what is it, Sir, you here prepare ? Selin. 'Tis what your dying Brother did bequeath, A Scene of Vengeance, and a Pomp of Death. Benz. The horrid Spectacle m y Soul does fright; I want the Heart to lee the difmal Sight. Selin. You are m y principal invited Gueft; Whofe Eyes I would not only Feed, but Feaft : You are to fmile at his laft groaning Breath, And Laugh to fee his Eye-balls rowl in Death: To judge the lingring Soufs Convulfive Strife; W h e n thick fhort Breath catches at parting Life. Benz. And of what Marble do you think m e made Selin. What, can you be of juft Revcng afraid ? Benz. He kill'd m y Brother in his o w n Defence; Pity his Youth, and fpare his Infolence. Selin. Art thou fo foon, to pardon Murder, w o n ? Can he be innocent who kill'd m y Son ? Abenamar fhall Mourn as well as I; His Ozmyn for m y Tarifa fhall Die. But, lince thou plead'ftfo boldly; I will fee That Juftice thou wouldft hinder, done by thee* [Give* her l.lf Sword, Here, take the Sword; and do a Sifter's part; Pic; fond Girl, or I will pierce thy Heart G g g Ox |
