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Show TtebrigStel^^/tndturnamyflghM S__/^5iff^'^-"» m « a K r ^ S - * . LSe,ln«da. &«. Let me refign *'^™^^ Mr, -W *.<*« ft U*. Ah no 5 I was too hafty to refign i rjo them Hamet. 'Pis in vour hand more Mortal than in mine, u //!", The King is from MM.,rA,;, beaten back 5 And now preparing for a new Attack : To favour which, he Wills, that intently, ^ B e da. You reinforce him with a new fdpply. L J Seib, Think not, although my Duty calls me hence, That with the breach of yours I will dilpence. E're mv return, fee my Commands you do; I t me find Ovnjn Dead, and Kill'd by you. Gaznl and foJ«,«,attcnd her ffillT . ____,$_•_ ^ H3mef. Anrl if (lie dares to fail, perform my Will. ~,. . . . 0 , , And it ihe dares io i , _ j J ^ J ^ /,^//;^c „„ & * w,„, Aer c W ^rr*; Gaw»l and Reduan, jfawtorg » M drawn Swords by her Ozm. Defer not, fair Benzayda, my Death; Looking on you- 1 fhould but live to figh away my Breath. My Eyes have done the work they had to do: f I take your Image with me, which they drew; S And when they clofe, I fhall Die full of you. Benz. When Parents their Commands unjuftly lay, Children are priviledg'd to difobey. Yet from that breach cf Duty 1 am clear, Since I fubmit the Penalty to bear. To Die or Kill you is th'Alternative ; Rather than take your Life, 1 will not Live. Ozm. This fhews th' excefs of Generofity; But, Madam, you have no pretence to Die. I fhould defame the Abenccrages Race, To let a Lady fuffer in my place. But neither could that Life you would beftow Save mine: Nor do you fo much Pity owe To me a Stranger, and your Houfes Foe. Benz. From whence foe'er their Hate our Houfes drew, I blufh to tell you, I have none for you. 'Tis a Confeffion which I fhould not make, Had I more time to give, or you to take. But, fince Death's near, and runs with fo much Force, W e muft meet firft, and intercept his courfe. Ozm. Oh how unkind a Comfort do you give ! Now I fear Death again, and wifh to live. Life were worth taking, could I have it now; But 'tis more good than Heav'n can e'er allow To one Man's Portion, to have Life and you. Benz. Sure, at our Births, Death with our meeting Planets Danc'd above- Or we were wounded by a mourning Love! ' [_ Shouts pithi* Redu. The noife returns, and doubles from behind • it teems as if two adverfe Armies join'd. Time preffes us. Gaz. if ionger y o u de] W e muft, though loth, your Father's Will obey. Ozm Hafte, Madam, to fulfil his hard Commands : And refcue me from their ignoble Hands. Let me kifs yours, when you my Wound be^in • Then eafie Death will Aide with pleafure in. ° ' Benz. Ah, gentle .Soldiers, fome fhort time allow, f To Gaz. and My Father lias repented him e'r now ; Or will Repent him when he finds me Dead : My clue of Life is twin'd with Ozmyn s Thread. Redu. 'Tis fatal to refufe her, or Obey; But where is our excufe ? What can we fay ? Benz. Say ; any thing Say, that to kill the Guiltlefs you were loth. Or, ifyou did, fay, I would kill you both. Gaz. To difobey our Orders is to Die : I'll do't, who dareoppofc.it? Redu. That dare I. [ Reduan (landsbefore Ozmyn,andfights with Gazul. f Benzayda unbinds Ozmyn, and gives him her Sword. Benz. Stay not to fee the iffue of the Fight; [ Red. kills Gaz. But hafte to Save your felf by fpeedy flight. [Ozmyn kneeling to kifs her Hoi Ozm. Did all Mankind againft my Life confpire. Without this Bleffing I would not retire. But, Madam, can I go and leave you here? Your Father's Anger now for you 1 fear: Confider you have done too much to ftay. Benz. Think not of me, but fly your felf away. Redu. Hafte quickly hence; the Enemies are nigh i From every part I fee our Soldiers fl\'. The Foes not only our AffailantS beat, But fiercely Sally out on their Retreat^ And, like a Sea, broke loofe, come on amain. c To them Abenamar, and a Party with their Swords I drawn, driving in fome ofthe Enemies. Aben. Traytors, you hope to fave your felves in vain ; Your Forfeit Lives fhall for your Treafon pay. And Ozmyn s Blood fhall be reveng'd this Day. [ Ozmyn, kneeling to his Father. Ozmyn. No, Sir, your Ozmyn lives, and lives to own A Father's Piety to free his Son. [Abenamar embracing him. Aben. My Ozmyn ! O thou Blefling of my Age! And art thou fafe from their deluded Rage! W h o m muft I praife for thy Deliverance, Was it thy Valour, or the work of Chance? Ozm. Nor Chance, nor Valour could deliver me ; But 'twas a Noble Pity fet me free. My Liberty and Life, And what your Happinefs you're pleas'd to call, W e to this charming Beauty owe it all. rmam. to kr, Aben Inftruct me, Viiible Divinity, Inftruct me by what Name to W7orfhip thee. For to thy Virtue I would Altars raife, Since thou art much above all Humane Praife. But f e e - - - , • * Enter Almanzor, his Sword bloody, leading in Almahide, attendedby Efpejanza My other Blefling, Almahide is hero : I'll to the King, and tell him fhe is near. You, Ozmyn, #n your fair Deliverer wait; And with your Private Joys, the Publick Celebrate. [bxcuih G§S 4 Aimaniofi |
