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Show 77^ ' qfelMq^foJ^^^: -i^T&s Boabdelin, Abenamar,«dG*«Js. B^.^sonLoBes-asifHeaVndeae.d ^irS^Se^e begone, Who .he U Crown of linking Empire wears. The ne dy creep from Cellars, underground; To them new Cries from tops of Garrets found. The aged from the Chimneys feck the cold ; InH Wives from Windows helplefs Infants hold. . .... , , " s e e what the m a n y - b e a W a f t demands. l_E.it Abdelmelech. Curft is that King whofe Honours in then hands. In Senates, cither they too (lowly grant, Or fiucily refufe to aid m y want: And when their Thrift has rum d me in W a r , Thev call thier Infolence m y want ot Care. Aben Curft be their Leaders, who that Rage foment. And veil with publick good their difcontent. They keep the Peoples Purfes in thier hands And Hector Kings to grant their wild demands. But to each Lure a Court throws out, defeend, And prey on thofe, they promis'd to defend. ZHI. Thofe Kings who to their wild demands content, Teach others the fame way to difcontent. Freedom in Subjects is not, nor can be ; But ftill, to pleafe 'em, we muft call 'em free. Popriety, which they their Idol make, Or Law, or Law's Interpreters can make. Aben. 'The name of Common-wealth is popular; But there the People their own Tyrants are. Boab. But Kings who rule with limited Command Have Players Scepters put into their Hand. Pow'r has no balance, one fide ftill weighs d o w n; And either hoifts the Common-wealth or Crown. And thofe w h o think to vet the Scale more right, By various turnings but difturb the weight. Aben. While People tug for Freedom, Kings for P o w r, Both fink beneath fome foreign Conqueror: Then Subjects find too late they were unjuft, And want that pow'r of Kings they durft not truft. [To them Abdelmelech. Abdel. The Tumult now is high and dangerous grown: The People talk of rendring up the T o w n ; And fwear that they will force the King's confent. Boab. What Council can this rifingStorm prevent? Abdel. Their Fright to no Perfwafions will give ear : There's a deaf madnefs in a Peoples fear. Enter a Meffenger. Meff. Their fury now a middle courfe does take: To yield the Town, or call Almanzor back. Boab. I'll rather call m y death. Go, and bring up m y Guards to m y defence: I'll punifh this outragious Infolence. Aben. Since blind opinion does their reafon fway, You muft fubmit to cure 'em their o w n way. You to their Fancies Phyfick muft apply. Give them that Chief on w h o m they moft rely; ' Under The Conqueft of Granada. 427 Under Almanzor profpcroully they fought : Almanzor therefore muft with Pray'rs be brought. Enter a Second Meffenger. Second Meff. Hafte all you can their Fury toaflwage : You are not fafe from their rebellious Rage. Enter a Third Meffenger. Third Meff. This Minute, ifyou grant not their Defire They'll feize your Perfon and your Palace Fire. Abdel. Your Danger, Sir, admits of no delay. Boab. In Tumults, People reign, and Kings of Go, and appeafe 'em with the V o w I make, That they fhall have their lov'd Almanzor back. r £x^ /_hdeb Almanzor has th'Afcendant ore m y Fate: I'm fore'd to ftoop to one I fear and hate. Difgrac'd, Diftreft, in Exile, and alone, He's greater than a Monarch on his Throne. Without a Realm a Royalty he gains; Kings are the Subjects over w h o m he Reigns. \A Shout of Acclamations »ithim jben. Thefe Shouts proclaim the People fatisfy'cl. Boab. W c for another tempeft muft provide. To promife his Return as I was loth, So I want Pow'r n o w to perform m y Oath. E're this, for Africk he is fail'd from Spain. Aben. The adverfe W i n d s his Paffage yet detain. I heard, laft Night his Equipage did "ftay At a fmall Village fhort of'Malaga. K.Boab. Abenamar, This Ev'ning thither hafte; Defire him to forget his Ufage paft: Ufe all your Rhet'rique; Promife; Flatter; Pray. To them gu. Almahide attended. Aben. Good Fortune fhows you yet a furer way: Nor Pray'rs nor Promifes his Mind will move; 'Tis inacceftible to all, but Love. K. Boab. Oh, Thou haft rows'd a Thought within m y Breaft, That will for ever rob m e of m y Reft. Ah jealoufie, h o w cruel is thy Sting! I, in Almanzor, a lov'd Rival bring! And now, I think it is an equal Strife, If I m y Crown fhould hazard, or m y Wife; Where, Marriage, is thy Cure, which Husbands boaft? That, in Poffeffion, their Defire is loft : Or w h y have I alone that wretched Tafte, Which, gorg'd and glutted, does with Hunger laft? Cuftom and Duty cannot fet m e free, Ev'n Sin it felf has not a Charm for me. Of marry'd Lovers Iam fure the firft. And nothing but a King could fo be curft. Q: Aim ok. W h a t Sadnefs fits upon your Royal Hear: Have you a Grief, and muft not I have part? All Creatures elfe a Time of Love poflefs: M a n only clogs with Cares his Happinefs ; And, while he fhou'd enjoy his partofBlifs, With Thoughts of what may be, deftroys what is. K. Boab. Ybuguefs'd aright; I amoppreft with Grief. And 'tis from you that I muft feek Relief. Leave us, to Sorrow there's a Reverence due: [To the Company, Sad Kings, like Suns eclips'd, withdrawn from View. [The Attendants go iff'; and Chars arc fet fur pbe Kin: and Queen. Almah. So two kind Turtles, when a Storm is nigh, Look up, and fee it gath'ring in the Skie : Each calls his Mate tofnelter in theGrovcs, Leaving in murmur their unfiniih'd Loves : perch'don fome dropping Branch they fit alone, And Coo, and hearken to each others Moan. [Boab I i i a Si |