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Show The G I of Granada.^ ftand, when no reward can be; twill {how the fault before was not in me. Arcos. Yet, there is one reward to value due; And fuch it is, as may be fought by you. That beaut ous Queen; whom, vou can never gam, While you fecure her husbands Lite and Reign. Umalz Then be it fo : let me have no return \ Hore Lyndaraxa comes near, From him but Hatred, and from her but Scorn. \ and hears them There is this Comfort in a noble Fate, That 1 deferve to be more fortunate. You have m y laft refolve, and now farewel; M y boding Heart fome Mifchief does foretel: But, what it is, Heav'n will not let me know; I'm fad to death, that I muft be your Foe. Arcos. Heav'n, when we meet, if fatal it muft be To one, fpare him, and caft the Lot on me. [They retire. Lynd. Ah, what a noble Conqueft were this Heart ? I am refolv'd I'll try m y utmoft Art. In gaining him, I gain that Fortune too Which he has Wedded, and which I but Wooc. Ill try each fecret pailage to his mind, And Love's foft Bands about his Heart-ftrings wind. Not his vow'd Conftancy (hall fcape m y fnare; While lie, without, refinance does prepare, I'll melt into him e're his Love's aware. [She maker a gejlure of Invitation to Almanzor, who returns again. You fee, Sir, to how ftrange a remedy. A perfecuted Maid is fore'd tofiy: W h o , much diftreft, yet fcarce has confidence To make your noble pity her defence. Almanz. Beauty, like yours, can no Protection need ; Or, if it lues, is certain to fucceed. To whate're Service you ordain m y hand, Name your Requeft, and call it your Command. Lynd. You cannot, Sir, but know, that m y ill Fate Has made me lov'd with all th' effects of Hate : One Lover would, by force, my perfon gain ; Which one as guilty would by force detain. Rafh Abdelmelech's Love I cannot prize ; And fond Abdalla s Paffion i difpife. As you are brave, fo you are prudent too; Advife a wretched W o m a n what to do. Almanz. Have courage, Fair one; put your truft in m e ; You (hall at leaft from thofe you hate, be free. Refign your Caftle to the King's Command ; And leave your Love-concernments in m y hand. lynd. The King, like them, is fierce, and faithlefs too : H o w can I truft him, who has injur'd you ? Keep for your felf (and you can grant no lefs) W h a t you alone are worthy to polfels. Enter, brave Sir; for, when you fpeak the word, Thefe Gates will open of their o wn accord. The Genius of the place its Lord will meet • And bend its tow'ry forehead to your feet. ' That little Cittadel, which now you fee, Shall then, the head of Conquer'd Nations be: And every Turret, from your coming, rife The Mother of fome great Metropolis. i f o « L Tis pity words which none but Gods fhould hear, Should lofe their fweetnefs in a Soldier's Ear. I am not that Almanzor w h o m you praife: But your fair Mouth can fair Ideas raife: 1I aamm a wretch to w h o m it is deny'd ('accept, with Honour, what 1 wiftnv ith Pride. 'ihe Conque/l of Granada. 4 !§ And, fince I fight not for m y felf, muft brim The fruits of all m y Conquefts to the Kin"/ Lynd. Say rather to the Queen ; to whofe fair Name 1 know you vow the Trophies of your Fame. I hope flie is as kind as fhe is fair ; Kinder thin unexperiene'd Virgins are To their firft Loves ; (though fhe has lov'd before And that firft lnocence is n o w no more :) But, in revenge, fhe gives you all her Heart • (For you are much too brave to take a part.)' Though, blinded by a Crown, fhe did not fee Almanzor greater than a King could be, I hope her Love repairs her ill made choice : Almanzor cannot be deluded twice. Almanz. No, not deluded; for none count their <*ain$, W h o , like Almanzor, frankly give their pains. Lynd. Almanzor, do not cheat your felf, nor me • Your Love is not refin'd to that degree. For, fince you have defires, and thofe not bleft Your Love's uneafie, and at little reft. Almanz. 'Tis true; m y own unhapinefs I fee. But who, alas, can m y Phfician be? Love, like a lazy Ague, I endure, Which fears the Water, and abhors the Cure. Lynd. 'Tis a Confumption, which yourlife does waft e Still flatt"ring you with hope till help be paft. But, fince of Cure from her you now defpair; You, like confumptive Men, fhould change your Air : Love fomewhere elfe, 'tis a hard remedy; But vet you owe your felf fo much, to try. Almanz. M y Lov'es now grown fb much a part of me, That Life would, in the Cure, endanger'd be. At leaft it like a Limb cut off, would fhow; And better die then like a Cripple go. Lynd. You muft be brought, like mad Men, to their cure ; And darknefs firft, and next new Bonds endure : D o you dark Abfence to your felf ordain ; And I, in Charity, will find the Chain. Almanz. Love is that Madnefs which all Lovers have 5 But yet 'tis fweet and pleafing fo to Rave. 'Tis an Enchantment, where the Reafons' bound : But Paradife is in th' enchanted ground. A Palace void of Envy, Cares and Strife, Where gentle Hours delude fo much of Life. To take thofe Charms away, and fet m e free, Is but to fend m e into mifery. And Prudence, of whofe Cure fo much you boaft, Reftores thofe Pains, which that fweet Folly loft. Lynd. I would not, like Philofophers. remove. But fhow you a more pleafing fhape of Love. You a fad, fullen, froward, Love did fee; I'll fhow him kind, and full of gayety. In fhort, Almanzor, it fhall be m y care To fhow you Love; for you but faw Defpair. Almanz. I in the ihape of Love Defpair did fee : You, in his fhape, would fhow Inconftancyr. Lynd. There's no fuch thing as Conftancy you call : Faith ties not Hearts; 'tis Inclination all. Some Wit deform'd, or Beauty much decay'd, Firft, conftancy in Love, a Virtue made. From Friendftup they that Landmark did remove; And, faifly, plac'd it on the bounds of Love. Let the effects of change be only try'd r ourt me, in jeft; and call m e Almahide, 1 But |