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Show The Conqueft of Granada. -^^Z^^^:^ f0 dear' That I m y felf am to m y lelf f¥*$ While I Repeat the Dangers ^ f i e War. Your mutual Safety be each o t o Care. Your Father, Ozmyn, " « * e W « ^ d o n c As much as Honour will perm t, 1 U ihun. tfbyhlswordlperiftj^^ It was becaufe I would not be hi Foe. Ozm. Goodnefs and Virtue all your Actions guide. You only err in choofing ot your hde. That party I with honour ^"not take ;_ But can much lefs the care of you forfeke. I muft not draw may Sword againft m y Prince, But yet may hold a Shield in your defence. Benzayda free from danger here fhall ftay, And for a Father, and a Lover, pray. Bete*. No, no ; I gave not on thofe terms m y heart, That from m y Ozmyn I IhouldI ever part That Love I vow'd when you did death attend 'Tis juft that nothing but m y death toou Id end. What Merchant is it who would ftay behind His whole ftock ventur'd to the Waves and W ind fll pray for both; but both (hall be in fight: And Heav'n fhall hear me pray, and fee you fight. Selin. N o longer, Ozmyn combat a defign, Where fo much Love and fo much Virtue joyn. [Own> n to her Ozm Then Conquer, and your Conqueft happy be, Both to your felf, your, Father, and to me. With bended knees our freedom well demand Of Ifabel, and mighty Ferdinand. Then, while the paths of Honour we purfue, We'll int'reft Heav'n for us in right of you. [Exeunt, SCENE. The Albayyn. [An alarm within; tlxn Souldiers running over the Stage, Enter Abdelmelech Victorious with Souldiers. Abdel. Tis won, 'tis won ; and Lynderaxa, now, W h o fcorn'd to treat, fhall to a Conqueft bow. To every Sword 1 free Comiflioli give; Fall on, m y Friends, and let no Rebel live. Spare only Lydaraxa; let her be In Triumph led to grace my Victory. Since by her falfhood, fhe betray'd m y Love, Great as that falfhood, my revenge fhall prove. Enter Lyndaraxa, as frighted ; attended by \\omen, Go take th' Enchantrefs, bring her to me bound. Lynd. Force needs not where refiftance is not found: I come my felf to offer you my hands; And, of m y own accord, invite your bands. I wifh'd to be m y Abddmelcch's Slave ; I did but wifh, and eafie Fortune gave. Abdel. O, more than Woman falfe ! but 'tis in vain. Can you e'er hope to be believ'd again ? I'll fooner truft th' Hyena than your fmile; Or, than your Tears, the weeping Crocodile. In \ The Conqueft of Granada. +3* In W a r and Love none fhould be twice deceiv'd • The fault is mine if you are now believ'd Lynd Be over-wife, then, and too late repent • Your Crime will carry its own Punifhment I a m well pleas'd not to be juftifi'd : I owe no fatisfaction to*your pride. It will be more advantage to m y Fame, To have it faid I never own'd a Flame.' Abdel. 'Tis true, m y pride has fatisfy'd it felf • I have at length efcap'd the deadly fhelf. Th' excufes you prepare will be in vain, Till I a m fool enough to love again. Lynd. A m I not lov'd > Abdel. 1 muft, with fhame, avow I lov'd you once; but do not love you now. Lynd. Havel for this betray'd Abdalla s truft > You are to me as I to him unjuft. r . .. Abdel. 'Tis like you have done much for love of me lA»S.nlJ-W h o kept the Fortrefs for m y Enemy. Lynd. 'Tis true, I took the Fortrefs from his hand- But, fince, have kept it in myowncomand. Abdel. That act your foul ingratitude did fhow. Lynd. You are th' ungrateful, fince 'twas kept'for you. Abdel. 'Twas kept indeed, but not by your intent- For all your kindnefs I may thank the event. Blufh, Lyndaraxa, for fo grofs a cheat; Twas kept for me, when you refus'd to Treat! [Ironically Lynd. Blind man ! I knew the weaknefs ofthe place:. It was m y plot to do your Arms this Grace. Had not m y care of your renown been great, I lov'd enough to offer you to Treat. She who is lov'd muft little lets create; But you bold Lovers are to force your Fate. This force you us'd m y maiden blufh will fave; You feem'd to take what fecretly I gave. I knew we muft be conquer'd ; but I knew What confidence I might repofe in you. I knew you were too grateful to expofe M y Friends and Soldiers to be us'd like Foes. Abdel. Well, though I love you not, their lives fhall be Spar'd out of pity and humanity. Alferez, go, and let the flaughter ceafe. [To a Soldier. Lynd. Then muft I to your pity owe m y peace ! [Ezit the Alferez. Is that the tend'reft term you can afford ? Time was, you wou'd have us'd another word. Abdel. Then, for your Beauty, I your Souldiers fpare: For though I do not love you, you are fair. Lynd. That little Beauty why did Heav'n impart To pleafe your eyes, but not to move your heart! I'll fhrowd this Gorgon from all humane view ; And own no Beauty, fince it charms not yoH. Keverfe your Orders, and your Sentence give ; M y Soldiers fhall not from m y Beauty live. Abdel. Then, from your friendfhip they their lives fhall gain; Though love be dead, yet friendfhip does remain. Lynd. That friendfhip which from witherd Love does fhoot, i Like the faint Herbage of a Rock, wants root. Love is a tender amity, refind : Grafted on friendfhip it exalts the kind. But when the Graff no longer does remain, fhe dull Stock lives, but never bears again Abdel. Then, that m y friendfhip may not doubtful prove, (Fool that I am to tell you fo,) I love K kk You |