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Show ,hi* mould guard my Throne, r than h«own. hmUeV{n7Pith Men. and GiMrd. Mmahzor; feeing Almahide *M *M * ** w . S o F ^ m o v e s when to^-Thunderer Insniks or fears the Ihould lome Suit prefer. To every Eye a Goddefs .s Confeft / Bv all the Heav'nly Nation fhe is Bleft, >" JA all tne nc* y h hlg fireaft# 3 . . And each wit! i le( i et JO) a J f ^ j w Madam, your new Commands I come to know , Ifyetyoucanhaveanfwherelgo. If to the Regions of the Dead they be You take the fpeedieft courfe, to lend by me. ' X r i l c a l ' n has not deftin^ you fo foon to Reft : An l, in our Service, our Reward you give : But, ftay me not in Torture to benold, And ne'er enjoy : As from another s Gold -1 he Mifer haftens in his o w n Defence And fhuns the fight of tempting Excellence; So havii vou once lo killing Fair, A fecond Sight were but to move Defpair. I take m y Eyes from what too much would pleale, As M e n in Feavers familh their Difeafe. Almah No ; You may find your Cure an eafier way, If vou arc pleas'd to feek it, in your fta- All Objects lofe by too familiar view W hen that great Charm is gone of being new. often feeing me, you foon will find fects fo many in m y Face and Mind, That to be freed from Love you need not doubt; And, as you look'd it in, you'll look it out. Almanz. I, rather, like weak Armies, fhould Retreat; And ^o prevent m y more entire Defeat. For your o w n fake in quiet let me go; Prefs not too far on a del pairing Foe : I may turn bock, and Arru'd againft you move, With all the furious Train of hopelefs Love. Almah. Your Honour cannot to ill Thoughts give way; And mine can run no hazard by your ftay. Almanz. D o you , then, think I can with Patience fee That Sovereign Good polleft, and not by rues' N o ; I all day fhall languilh at the Sight; . And rave on what I do not fee, all Night. M y quick imagination will prefent The Scenes and Images of your Content. Almah. Thefe are the Day-Dreams which wild Fancy y ields, Emptv as fhadows are, that fly o'er Fields. O, whither would this boundlefs Fancy move 1 'Lis but the raging Calenture of Love. Like a diffracted Pafienger you ftand, And fee, in Seas, imaginary Land, Cool Groves, and Flow'ry Meads, and while you think To Walk, plunge in, and wonder that you fink. Almanz. Love's Calenture too well I underftand ; But fure your Beauty is no Fairy^-Land ! f Of your own Form a Judge you cannot be; For, Glow-worm like, you ftune, and do net f c. rah. Can you think this, and would you Almanz. W h a t Recompence attends mc if I fta; Almah The Conquejl of Granada. 4.2,7 Almah. You know I am from Recompence debarr'd ; But I will grant your Merit a Reward Your Flame's too Noble to deferve a Cheat ; And I too plain to practice a Deceit. I no return of Love can ever make; But what I ask is for m y Husband's fake: He, I confefs, has bcen*ungrateful too; But he and I are ruin'd if you go. Your Virtue to the hardeft proof I bring : Unbrib'd, preferve a Miftrifs and a King. Almanz. I'll ftop at nothing that appears fo brave ; I'll do't : and now I no Reward will have. You've given m y Honour fuch an ample Field, That I may die, but that fhall never yield. Spight of m y felf I'll Stay, Fight, Love, Defpair ; * And I can do all this, becaufe I dare. Yet I m a y own one S u i t - -- That Scarf, which fince by you it has been born Is Bleft, like Relicks, which by Saints were worn. Almah. Prefents like this m y Virtue durft not make, But that 'tis giv'n you for m y Husband's fake. [ Gives the Scarf. Almanz. This Scarf to Honourable Rags I'll wear; As conqu'ring Soldiers tatter'd Enfigns bear. But O, how much m y Fortune I defpife, Which gives m e Conqueft, while fhe Love denies! [ Exeunt. A C T III. S C E N E The Alhambra. Almahide, Efperauza. Efper. \ Ffedted Modefty has much of Pride; [\ That Scarf he beggd, you could not have deny'd: Nor does it fhock the Virtue of a Wife, W h e n giv'n that Man, to w h o m you owe your Life. Almah. Heav'n knows from all intent of ill 'twas free ; Yet it may feed m y Husband's jealoufie: And for that caufe, I wifh it were not done, [flothem Boabdelin; and walks apart. See where he comes, all penfive and alone; A gloomy Fury has o're-fpread his Face : Tis fo ! and all m y Fears are come to pafs. Marriage, thou Curfe of Love, and Snare of Life, _ Boab. afide. That firft debas'd a Miftrefs to a Wife! Love, like a Scene, at diftance fhould appear; But Marriage views the grofs daub'd Landskip near. Love's naufeousCure! thou cloy'ft w h o m thou ihould ft pleafe:, And when thou Cur'ft, then thou art the Difeale. W h e n Hearts are loofe, thy Chain our Bodies tics; Love couples Friends, but Marriage Enemies. If Love, like mine, continues after thee, 'Tis foon made four, and turn'd by jealoufie. N o fum of love in iealous M e n remains, But S which fick M e n have of Life, therr Pains [Almahide*** to kern. Almah. Has m y dear Lord fome new Affliction had ? Havel done any thing that makes him lad ? Bo ib. You, nothing, you ! But let m e walk a one ! Almah. I will not leave you, till the Caufe be known. M v knowledge of the 111 may bring Relief. Boab Thank ye: You never fail to cure m y Gnet. Trouble me not t m y Grief concerns not you. T V ° £ a h WhilJl five Life, I will your fteps purfue. Both. I'm out of Humour n o w ; you muft not fta,, Almah. i fear it is that Scarf I gave away Boab. N o ; 'tis not that: but fpeak of u no mor.. G o hence; I am not what I was before. |