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Show • " • • • ' fj^-Con^HVjl 0j: Granada. Kent, with (trongGuards, in the Alh.mbra Tower ; Without the reach, ev'n ot Jiwawwrs Pow r. Osw. With Grief and Shame Iam at once oppreft. Zul. You Will be more, when I relate the reft. To vou, I from Abenamar am lent; L J And you alone can Se/m's Death prevent. Giv e up your felf a Pris'ner in his ftead; Or e're to Morrow's dawn, believe him Dead. Benz. E re that appear, I fhall expire with grief. _ Zul Your Action fwift, your Couniel muft be brief. lynd. While for AbdaUas Freedom we prepare, Yoouu,, iinn eeaacchn oettnheerrss Borrecaafut,, uunmlouaadu y^oumr Cva*r.eu. [ £x«»r <?# but Ozmyn and Benzayda* Benz. M y Wifhes Contradictions muft imply; You muft not go; and yet he muft not Die. Your Reafon may, perhaps, th'Extreams unite ; But there's a mift of Fate before m v Sight. (km. The two Extreams too diftant are to clofe; And Humane W it can no Mid-way propoie. M y Duty therefore {hews the neareft way, To free your Father, and m y own obey. Benz. Your Father, whom fince yours, I grieve to blame. Has 16ft, or quite forgot a Parent's Name. And, when at once potted of him and you, Inftead of Freeing one, will Murder two. Ozm. Fear not m y Life, but fuller m e to go : What cannot only Sons with Parents do? 'Tis not m y Death m y Father does purfue; He only would withdraw m y Love from you. Benz. Now, Ozmyn, now your want of Love I fee : For, would you go, and hazard lofing me? Cfm. 1 father would Ten Thoufand Liyes forfake : Nor can you e'r believe the doubt you m a k e . - - - • This night I with a chofen Band will go; And, by furprize, will free him from the-Foe. Benz. What Foe! Ah, whither would your Virtue fall! It is your Father whom the Foe you call. JDarknefs and Rage will no dtftinction make; And yours may perifh for m y Father's fake. Ozm. Thus, when m y weaker Virtue goes aftray, Yours pulls it back , and guides me in the way. I'll fend him word, m y Being fhall depend On Selin's Life, and with his Death fhall end. Benz. 'Lis that indeed would glut your Fathers Ra<^e- Revenge on Ozmyn s Youth, and Selin's Age. Ozm. Whate'er I plot, like Sifypbut, in vain I heave a ftone that tumbles down again. Benz. This Glorious Work is then referv'd for me- He is m y Father, and I'll fet him free. Thefe Chains m y Father for m y fake does wear: I made the Fault, and I the Pains will bear. Ozm. Yes, you no doubt have merited thofe Pains : Thofe Hands, thofe tender Limbs were made for Chains. Did I not love you, yet it were too bafe To let a Lady fuffer in m y place. Thofe proofs of Virtue you before did fhow I did admire; but I muft envy now. Your vaft Ambition leaves no Fame for m e • But grafps at univerfal Monarchy. Benz. Yes, Ozmyn, I fhall ftill this Palm purfue ; I will not yield m y Glory, evn to you. 111 break thofe Bonds in which m y Father's ty'd- Or, if I cannot break 'em, I'll divide CH. What 7/fc Congue/i: of Granada. 443 What though my Limbs a Woman's weaknefs fhow~ I have a Soul as Mafculsnt as you. And, when tbefe Limbs want ftrength m y Chains to wear MyMindfhall teach m y Body how to bear. [Exit Benzavda. Ozm. What I refolve I muft not let her know : But Honour has decreed fhe muft not go. W h a t fhe refolves, I rnuft prevent with care 5 She fhall not in m y Fame or Danger {hare. I'll give ftrict Order to the Guards which wait, That, when fhe comes, fhe fhall not pais the Gate. Fortune, at laft, has run me out of Breath ; I have no Refuge, but the Arms of Death: To that dark Sanctuary I will go • She cannot reach m e when I lie fo low. SCENE, the Albayzyn. Enter on one fide Almanzor, Abdalla, Abdelmelech, Zulema, Hamet. On the oihci fide, the Duke of Arcos, Boabdelin, Lyndaraxa, and their Party. After which the Bars are opened; and at the fame time Boabdelin < W Abdalla pafs by each other, each to his Party: When Abdalla is pa(l on the other fide, the Dufe of Arcos approaches the Bars, and calls to Almanzor. Arcos. The hatred of the Brave with Battels ends • And Foes, w h o fought for Honour, then, are Friend's. I love thee, brave Almanzor, and am proud To have one Hour, when Love may be allow'd. This Hand, in fign of that Efteem, I plight: W e fhall have angry Hours enough to fight. [Giving his Hand. Almanz. The Man, w h o dares, like you, in Fields appear, And meet m y Sword, fhall be m y Miftrefs here. Jf I a m proud, 'tis only to m y Foes ; Rough but to fuch w h o Virtue would oppofe. If I fome fiercenefs from a Father drew, A Mother's Milk gives m e fome foftnefs too. Arcos. Since firft you took, and afer let m c free, ( Whether a Senfe of Gratitude it be, Or fome more fecret motion of m y Mind, For which I want a N a m e that's more than kind ) I fhall be glad, by what e'er means I can, To get the Friendfhip of fo brave a M a n * And would your unavailing Valour call From aiding thofe w h o m Heav'n has doom'd to fall. W e owe you that Refpect Which to the Gods of Foes befieg'd was fhown ; To call you out before we take your Town. Almanz. Thofe w h o m we love, we fhould efteem 'em too -, And not debauch that Virtue which we wooe. Yet, though you give m y Honour juft Offence, I'll take your Kindnefs in the better Senfe. And, fince you for m y fafety feem to fear, I, to return your Bribe, fhould wifh you here. But, fince I love you more than you do me, In all events preferve your Honour free: lor that's your own, though not your Deftiny. Arcos. Were you oblig'd in Honour by a Truft, I fhould not think m y o w n Propolals Juft. But, fince you Fight for an unthankful King, W h a t lofs of Fame can change of Parties bring? Almanz. It will, and may, with Juftice too, be thought That fome advantage in that change I fought. And, though I twice have chang'd for wrongs receiv'd. That it was done for Profit, none believ'd. The King's Ingratitude I knew before; So that can be no caufe of changing more. fii |