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Show Boab. With him go all m y Fears: a Guard there wait; .,,.,. And fee him fafe without the City Gate. [ To them Abdelmelech. N o w Abdelmelech, is m y Brother dead ? Abdel. Th'Ufurper to the Chriftian Camp is fled; W h o m as Granada's lawful King they own, And vow, by Force, to feat him in the Throne. Mean time the Rebels in the Albayzin reft5 Which is, in Lyndaraxa s Name polleft. Boab. Hafte; and reduce it inftantlyby Force. Abdel. Firft give me leave to prove a milder courfe. She will, perhaps, on Summons yield the Place. Boab. W c cannot, to your Sute, refufe her Grace. [One entershaflily, and whirrs Abenamar. Aben. H o w Fortune perfecutes this hoary Head! M y Ozmyn is with Selin % Daughter fled. But he's no more m y Son --~ M y Hate (hall like a Zegry him purfue, Till I take back what Blood from me he drew. Boab. Let W a r and Vengeance be to morrow's Care; But let us to the Temple now repair. A Thoufand Torches make the Mofque more bright: This muft be mine and Almahidds Night. Hence ye importunate Affairs of State; You fhould not Tyrannize on Love, but wait. Had Life no Love, none would for Bufinefs live; Yet ftill from Love the largeft Part we give: And muft be fore'd, in Empires weary Toil, To live long wretched, to be pleas'd a while., EPILOGUE. [ Exeunt. '• can no more than beauty Makes our fad Poet mourn your favours paft: a name, II. I . it ww with greater fhame. the lawn, I' gtin'd • ; but then fhe's loft at foon. n or late Jilt fuch M keep them at the higheft rate, (And oft thc Lacquey, or the Brawny Clown, G.ts what is hid in the loofe fod/d gown}) So, fame is falfe to all that keep her lov? ; And turns up to the Fop that's brisk, and youn?. Some veifer Poet now wrnld leave Fame firft : But elder Wits arc, like rid Lovers, cwft j 11', 0, when y-uth is jbent, Still grow more find as -hey grow impotent. • 1 cafe may prove ; But. yet, he hopes, he's pang enough to I met, if'ere he lives to fee That wretched fumbling age ef Poetry, Twill be high time to lid his Mule adieu: he may pleafe bin never you. . ll do at well as be began ; And hopes you will not find him lefs a man. Thinly him not duller for this year's delay ; He was prepared, the IVomen were away ; And Men, without their parts, can hardly pl.:j. If they, through ficlenefs, feldorn did appear, Pity the Virgins of each Theatre ; For, at buth Houfes, 'twas a Jicl^y yea- ! And pity its, your fcrvants, to whofe coft, In one fuch fukyiefs, nine whole Months are left. Their ftay, he ftars, has ruin'd what be -writ .- Long waiting both difables love and wit. They thought they nave him Iclfure to do well: But when they fore d him to attend, he fell I Tet though he much has faii'd. he begs to day Tou will excufe his unfpforming play' 'efs fometimes great paffion does exptefs ; He had pleas'd better, had be lov'd you lefs. I S PROLOGUE to the 2d Part of the Conqueft oiGranada. CJf Hey who write IP., and they who ne'r durft write, Turn Critiques out of meer t\evenge and Spi A Ylay-hoaie gives'em Fame; and up there ft arts, From a mean Ftftl-r.ite Wit, a Man of P..rts. (So Commm Faces on the Stage appear: We take 'em in j and they turn Beauties here) Our A Ar"i ' ce, muft lit'. of all Wit invade; 1 draw away the Bankers Trade. i todiy. Mafque appears in Pit, • a man who thit.kj himfelf a Wa, •< Comb, with grace, ti of his Nut-brown Face : That done, hears up to th' pri^e. and views each Limb; To know her by her Rigging and her Trimm : Then, the whole noife of Foppi to wagers go. Pox on her, V muft be fie; and D a m m ' e e ne. Juflfo I Prtphety fl.efe Wits to day Will blindly guefs at our imperfect Play .- Wuh what new Plots our Second Part is fill'd ; W,;o muft be kept alive, and who be kill'd. And as thofe Vj^rd Mafques maintain that Fafhion, To footh and tickle fweet Imagination ; »», our dull Poet keep, yoll on with Maf ruing, To make you think there's fomething W l th your asking : But when ,H fan, that which dees now Jelifr}£ Will prove a Dwd, with a Face to fright you. Alman- +H Almanzor and Almahide: OR, THE CONQUEST of GRANADA By the S P ANIARDS. Thc Second PART. ACT I. SCENE, A Camp. King Ferdinand, «gwe« Ifabel, Alonzo d'Aguilar, Attendants, Men and Women, K. Ferd. \ T length the Time is come, when Spain fhall be £\ From the long Yoke of Moorifh Tyrants free. All Caufes feem to fecond our Defign; And Heav'n and Earth in their Dcftruction join. W h e n Empire in its Childhood firft appears, A watchful Fateo'erfees its tender Years; Till, grown more ftrong, it thrufts, and ftretches out, And Elbows all the Kingdoms round about. The Place thus made for its firft breathing free, It moves again for Eafe and Luxury: Till, f welling by degrees, it has polleft Thc greater f pace; and n o w crowds up the reft. W h e n from behind, there ftarts fome petty State, And pufhes on its n o w unwieldy Fate: Then down the Precipice of Time it goes, And finks in Minutes, which in Ages rofe. Qu. Ifabel. Should bold Columb/ts in his Search fucceed, And find thofe Beds in which bright Metals breed; Tracing the Sun, who feems to fteal away, That Mifer-like he might alone furvey The Wealth which he in Wcftern Mines did lay; Not all that fhining Ore could give m y Heart The joy this Conquer'd Kingdom will impart: Which, refcu'd from thefe Misbelievers hands, Shall now, at once, fhake off its double bands : At once to Freedom and true Faith reftor'd, Its old Religion, and its antient Lord. K. Ferd. ^By that Alfault which laft w e made, I find, Their Courage is with their Succefs declin'd; Almanzor s Abfence now they dearly buy, Whofe Conduct crown'd their Arms with Victory. . Alonzo. Their King himfelf did their laft Sally guide. I faw him glift'ring in bright Armour, ride To break a Lance in Honour of his Bride. But other Thoughts now fill his anxious Breaft; Care of his Crown his Love hasdifpofleft. To them Abdalla. Qu. Ifabel. But fee the Brother of the Moorifh King; He feems fome News of great Import to bring. Ferd. He brings a fpecious Title to our fide: ^ Thofe w h o would conquer, muft their Foes divide. Abdal. Since to m y Exile you have Pity fhown, And giv'n m e Courage yet to hope a Throne j While you without our commmon Foes fuodue, I am not wanting to m y felf, or you. |