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Show T « ,,, r . hotter Cleopatra here. \ Soldier above. Yo " tl e W el" You of the Watch: appear. I W h o calls below? Wt___>__fjffl** ' ^^C^fe^ancVdolu bring, SrfJ. I know you, but my Charge .so Th^^i»C&ouKU hiortly fee £-_ _- Thv Orders are not to extend to me. VVhatfawcy Slave fo rudely ^ ^ , ^H^^rf^rrerdraws: &ryClSWf>«v To fve your felf? make hafte, m y Lord, away. J i / - Give menot caufe to think you mock m y Grief: What Place have I, but this, for m y Relicti lid This Favour does your Handmaid much oblige: But we are not provided for a Siege. > M y Subjects few ; and their Provifion thin ; The Foe is ftrong without, we weak within. This to m y Noble Lord may feem unkind But he will weigh it in his Princely Mind ; And pardon her, who does ailurance want So much fhe blulhes when (he cannot grant. Abdal' Yes, you may blufh; and you have caufe to weep: Is this the Faith you promis'd me to keep? Ah yet, if to a Lover you will bring No Succour, give your Succour to a King. lynd. A King is he whom nothing can withftand; W h o Men and Money can with eafe Command. A King is he whom Fortune ftill does Bleft; He is a King who does a Crown poflefs. If you would have me think that you are he, Produce to view your marks of Sovereignty. But, if your felf alone for proof you bring. You're but a fingle Perfon, not a King. Abdal. Ingrateful Maid, did I for this Rebel) 1 fay no more, but 1 have lov'd too well. Lynd. W h o but your felf did that Rebellion move ? Did I e'r promife to receive your Love ? Is it m y fault you are not fortunate ? I love a King, but a poor Rebel hate, Abdal. W h o follow Fortune ftill are in the Right. But let me be protected here this Night. lynd. The place to Morrow will be circled round; And then no way wiil for your Flight be found. Abdal. I hear m y Enemies juft coming on; [ Trampling within. Proteft me but one Hour, till they are gone. Lynd. They'll know you have "been here ; it cannot be: That very Hour you ftay will ruine me. For if the Foe behold our Interview, I fhall be thought a Rebel too, like you. Hafte hence ; and that your Flight may profp rous prove, I"11 recommend you to the Povv'rs above. [ Exit Lynd. from above. Abdal. [To his Fall The Conqueft of Granada. 41 5 Abdal. She's gone; Ah faithlefs and ingratcfulMaid ! I hear fome tread, and fear 1 am betraid. . I'll to the Spanifi) King, and try if he, ._ To count'nance his own Right, will fuccour m e : | There is more Faith in Chriftian Dogs, than thee. * [Ozmyn, Benzayda, Abenamar. Benz. 1 wifti ( To merit all thefe Thanks) I could have faid, M y Pity only did his Virtue aid : \ Twas Pity, but 'twas of a Love-fick Maid. 3 His Manly Suffering m y Efteem did move ; That bred Compaflion, and Compaflion Love. Ozm. O Blefling fold me at too cheap a rate ! M y Danger was the benefit of Fate. But that you may m y fair Deliverer know, She was not only Born our Houfe s Foe, But to m y Death by pow'rful Reafons led : At leaft, in Juftice, fhe might wifh me Dead. Aben. But why thus long do you her Name conceal ? Ozm. To gain Belief for what I now Reveal. Ev'n thus prepar'd, you fcarce can think it true The Saver of m y Life from Selin drew <^ Her Birth, and was his Sifter w h o m I flew. j Aben. N o more; it cannot, was not, muft not be: Upon m y Blefling, fay not it was She. The Daughter of the only M a n I hate ! Two Contradictions twilled in a Fate ! Ozm. The mutual Hate which you and Selin bore Does but exalt her generous Pity more. Could fhe a Brother's Death forgive to me, And cannot you forget her Family ? Can you fo ill requite the Life I owe, To reckon her, who gave it, ftill your Foe? It lends too great a Luftre to her Line, To let her Virtue ours fo much out-fhine. Aben. Thou gav'ft her Line th'ad vantage which they have, By meanly taking of the Life they gave. Grant that it did in her a Pity fhow; But would m y Son be pi ty'd by a Foe ? She has the Glory of thy Act defae'd : Thou kill'ft her Brother, but fhe Triumphs laft. Poorly for us our Enmity would ceafe ; W h e n we are beaten, we receive a Peace. Benz. If that be all in which you difagree, I muft confefs 'twas Ozmyn conquer'd me. Had I beheld him bafely beg his Life, I fhould not now fubmit to be his Wife. But when I faw his Courage Death controul, I paid a fecret Homage to his Soul ; And thought m y cruel Father much to blame, Since Ozmyn s Virtue his Revenge did fhame. Aben. W h a t Conftancy canft thou e'r hope to firid In that unftable, and foon conquer'd Mind ? What Piety canft thou expect from her, W7ho would forgive a Brother's Murderer? Or What Obedience hop'ft thou to be paid, From one who firft her Father difobey'd ? Ozm. Nature that bids us Parents to Obey, Bids Parents their Commands by Reafon weigh. And you her Virtue by your Praife did own, Before you knew by w h o m the Act was done. Aben Your Reafons fpeak too much of Inlolencc ; Her Birth's a dime, paft Pardon or Defen ^ t |