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Show ;_7S "7*rSii^u/_Gran^ Shall have in tinre a fitting feco™^. Or, ifyou think your Serv. ^Wfoon bc pay'd. Muft be to come with Incenfe, and with ray r. Dare not henceforth ungrateful me to call; Wha t e'er 1 ow'd you, this bgcincdd al 1 W , III cull thee thanklefs King a ™ Per>ur Thou fwor'ft bv A , and haft broke thy Oath. B S ? thoudo'ft well; thou tak'ft thecheapeft way, Not to own Services thou can ft not pay. ft**. M y Patience more than pay thy Service pair, But now this tnfolence (hall be thy laft. Hence from m y fight, and take it as a Grace Thou liv'ft, and artbutbamflid from the P ace. Almanz. Where-e'er I go there e n no Exile be. But from ^ ; ^ r s fight I tjamfh thee 1 will not now, if thou would ft beg me, ftay ; But I will take m y AlmditUmy Stay thou with all thy Subjects here; but know, ^ W e leave thy City empty when we^go. L ' * Boabdel. Fall on; take kill ^Traytor.^ ^ ^ ^ /£e «»$2 if Mfc*, W M "i*7" /j//,/> *** dllarm him, and refcue thc King. A, „ , - Bafe, and poor, Almanz. -- ^^ X' ' Bh„h that thou -tcf^e S^r^,«/«.-r,aW^&rfo, •1 my Almahide! Life of it felf will go, now thou art gone, I ike Flies in Winter when they lofe the Sun. , Luce t _. A b > n a r a a r »*$*•, rfc King « little; *fc»JM' * & ** Aben. Revenge, and taken fo fecure away, Are Bleffmgs, which Heav'n fends not every day. Boab. I will at leifure now revenge m y Wrong; And, Traytor, thou fhalt feel m y Vengeance long: Thou (halt not die juft at thy own Defire, But fee m y Nuptials, and with Rage expire. tanz. Thou dar'ft not marry her while I'm in fight, With a bent Brow thy Prieft and Thee I'll fright: And in that Scene all thy Hopes and Wifhcs mould content, _ te Thought of me (hall make Thee impotent. [ He is led of by Guards. Boabdel to Almahide. As fome fair Tulip, by a Storm oppreft, .ink? up, and folds its filken Arms to reft; And, bending to the Blaft, all pale and dead, hears from within, the W i n d fing round its Head: So, (hrowded up your Beauty difappears; Unveil, m y Love, and lay afide your Fears. The Conqueft of Granada. 4.19 The Storm that caus'd your Fright is paft and done. [Almahide unveiling and looking round for Almanzor, So flower's peep out too foon, and mifs the Sun. [Turning from hint. Boab. W h a t myftery in this ftrange behaviour lies > Almah. Let me for ever hide thefe guilty eyes, Which lighted m y Almanzor to his tomb; Or, let 'em blaze to fhow me there a Room. Boab. Heav'en lent th&ir luftre for a Nobler end : A thoufand Torches muft their light attend, To lead you to a Temple and a Crown -__ W h y does m y faireft Almahida frown ? A m I lefs pleafing than I was before; Or is the infolent Almanzor, more ? Almah. I juftly o w n that I fome pity hav£, Not for the infolent, but for the brave. Aben. Though to your King your duty you neglect, Know, Almahide, I look for mor refpect. And, if a Parents charge your mind can move, Receive the blefling of a Monarch's love. Almah. Did he m y fredom to his life prefer? And fhall I wed Almanzor's murderer ? No, Sir, I cannot to your will fubmit: Your way's too rugged for m y tender feet. Aben. You muft be driv'n where you refufe to go, And taught, by force, your happinefs to know. f Almahide fmiling fedrnpti Almah. To force me, Sir, is much unworthy you ; And, when you would, impoflible to do. If force could bend me, you might think, with fhame, That I debate the blood from whence I came. M y Soul is foft, which you may gently lay In your loofe palm; but when tis preft to ftay, Like water it deludes your grafp, and flips away. Boab. I find I muft revoke what I decreed ; Almanzor s Death m y Nuptials muft preceed. Love is a Magick which the Lover tyes; But charms ftill end, when the Magician dies. G o ; let me hear m y hated Rival's dead; [To hi* And to convince m y eyes, bring back his head. Almah. G o on ; I wifh no other way to prove That I a m worthy of Almanzor s Love. W e will in death, at leaft, united be ; I'll fhew you I can die as well as he. Boab. W h a t fhould I do ! when equally L dread Almanzor living, and Almanzor dead !-> • Yet, by your promife you are mine alone. Almah. H o w dare you claim m y Faith, and break your own P Aben. This for your Virtue is a weak defence: N o fecond Vows can with your firft difpenfe. Yet, fince the King did to Almanzor fwear, And in his death ingrateful may appear, He ought, in juftice, firft to fpare his life, ^ And then to claim your promife, as his Wife. Almah. W h a t e'er m y fecret inclinations be, To this, fince Honour ties me, I agree : Yet I declare, and to the world will own, That, far from feeking, I would fhun the Throne, And, with Almanzor, lead an humble life ; There is a private greatnefs in his Wife. Boab. That little love I have, I hardly buy 5 You give m y Rival all, while you deny. Yet, Almahide, to let you fee your pow'r, Your lov'd Almanazor fhall be free this hour. You are obey'd ; but 'tis fo great a grace, . . iZ i c'ou'd wilh me in m y Rival's pUce. L&™< & W Aben. |
