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Show The Conqueft of Grat^da. Yourvould extort this knowledge from my breaft, And cortur'd me fo long that I conleft: N o w I expect to fuffer for m y Sin; M y Monarchy muft end and your s begin. lynd. Confefs not Love, but fpare your felf that iname, And call your Paffion by fome other Name. Call this Aflault, your Malice, or your Hate ; Love owns no Acts fo difproportionate. Love never taught this Infolence you fhow, To treat your Miftrefs like a conquer d Foe. l^'I ~ Is this tlf Obedience" which m y heart fhould move ! This ufage looks more like a Rape than Love. Abdel. What proof of Duty would you I ihould give? Lynd. 'Tis Grace enough to let m y Subjects live. Let your rude Soldierskeep pofteflion ftill; Spoil, ride, pillage, any thing but kill. Id fhort, Sir, ufe your Fortune as you pleafe; Secure m y Caftle, 'and m y Perfon feize. Let your true M e n m y Rebels hence remove; I fhall dream on, and think 'tis all your Love. Abdel You know too well m y weaknefs and your pow r W h y did Heav n make a Fool a Conqueror ! She was m y Slave, till fhe by me was fhown H o w weak m y Force was, and how ftrong her own. N o w fhe has beat m y pow'r from every part; Made her way open to m y naked heart. Go, ftrictly charge m y Soldiers to retreat: Jo a Soldiet Thofe countermand who are not enter'd yet. On peril of your lives leave all things free. [Exit Soldier. Now, Madam, love Abdalla more than me. I only ask, in duty, you would bring The Keys of our Albazyn to the King: 111 make your terms as gentle as you pleafe. \ Trumpets found a charge with- What fhouts; and what new foundsof W a r are thefe }{ in: and Soldiers flout. Lynd. Fortune, I hope, has favour'd m y intent [Afide Of gaining time ; and welcome fuccours fent. Enter Alferez. Alf. All's loft, and you are fatally deceiv'd; The Foe is enter'd, and the place reliev'd. Scarce from the Walls had I drawn off m y men, When, from their Camp, the enemy rufh'cl in : And Prince Abdalla enter d firft the Gate. Abdel. I am betray'd, and find it now too late. W h e n your proud Soul to flatteries did defeend, [To ber. I might have known it did fome ill portend. The weary Seaman ftormy Weather fears W h e n Winds fhift often, and no caufe appears. You, by m y bounty, live Your Brothers, too, were pardon'd for m y fake; And this Return your Gratitude does make Lynd. M y Brothers beft their own Obligement know W ithout your charging me with what they owe But fince you think th'Obligement is fo great, IMK ^m^ f° fatiSfe "* Debt U-»*« behind. Abdel. Thou fhalt not triumph in thy bafe defign, < He goes to take her :She runs TJ ., , .. 1 and cries out help Enter Abdalla, Arcos, Spaniards, Abdelmelech retreatsfighii*a . and is Lfited fy tbe adverfeparty of the Stave. J6 8 V 7 lfPHrJ'('\'y vL • A L I P. , , ^ . L™ Alarm n Arcos T£TA?I7 f i '• ""* t6er Duke °f Arcos mth Lyndaraxa. Arcos Bold Abdelmelech twice our Spaniards fae'd 1 hough muchout-numbred, and retreated laft. Your The Conqueft of Granada. _J.J ? Abdalla to Lyndaraxa. Your Beauty, as it moves no common Fire, So it no common Courage can infpire. As he fought well, fo had he profper'd too, If, Madam, he like me, had fought for you. Lynd, Fortune, at laft,_ has chofen with m y Eyes • And, where I would have giv'n it, plac'd the Prize/ You fee, Sir, with what hardfhip I have kept This precious Gage, which in m y Hands you left. But 'twas the love of you which made m e fight, And gave m e Courage to maintain your Right. N o w , by experience you m y Faith may find ; And are to Thank me, that I feem'd unkind.• W h e n your malicious Fortune doom'd your fall, M y Care reftrain'd you then from lofing all. Againft your deftiny I fhut the Gate, And gather'd up the Shipwrecks of your Fate. I, like a Friend, did ev'n your felf withftand From throwing all upon a lofing hand. Abdal. M y Love makes all your Acts unqueftion'd go ; And fets a .Sovereign Stamp on all you do. Your Love I will believe with hood-wink'd Eyes; In Faith, much Merit in much Blindefs lies. But now, to make you Great, as you are Fair, The Spaniards an Imperial Crown prepare. Lynd. That Gift's more welcome which with you I fhare. Let us no time in fruitlefs Courtfhip lofe, But Sally out upon our frighted Foes. N o Ornaments of Pow'r fo pleafe m y Eyes As Purple, which the Blood of Princes, Dies. [ Exeunt: He hading her. SCENE The Alhambra. Boabdelin, Abenamar, Almahide; Guards, &c. The Queen wearing a Scarf. Aben. M y little Journey has fuccefsful been; The fierce Almanzor will obey the Queen. I found him, like Achilles on the Shore, Penfive, complaining much, but threat'ning more. And like that injur'd Greeks he heard our woes ; Which, while I told, a gloomy Smile arofe From his bent Brows; and ftill the more he heard, A more fevere and fullen Joy appear'd. But, when he knew we to defpair were driven, Betwixt his Teeth he mutter'd Thanks to Heaven. Boab. H o w I difdain this Aid, which I muft take, Not for m y own, but Almahida's fake! Aben. But when he heard it was the Queen w h o fent, That her C o m m a n d repeal'd his Banifhment, He took the Summons with a greedy Joy, jfcnd ask'd m e h o w fhe would his Sword employ? Then bid m c fay, her humbleft Slave would come From her fair Mouth with joy to take his doom. Boab. O h that I had not fent you ! though it coft M y Crown; though I, and it, and all were loft ! Aben. While I to bring this news came on befoi I met with Selin Boay. . . 1 can hear no more. H Enter H a met. Hornet. Almanzor is already at the Gate; _ And throngs of People at his entrance wait. Boab. Thy news does all m y Faculties furprize, He bears two Bafilisks in thofe fierce Eyes. K k k 2 Anl |