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Show 77^ ~~~^TIJ^^ But thisTonly Counfel I impart.-, For I, paxhaps, utottld not receive your heait. Almanz. Fair though you are-. ; ~ ... A, Summer Mornings, and your Eyes m o bright Than Stars that twincle in a V\ intei s Night, Though yo« have Eloquence to warm, and move Cold age and praying Hermits into Love; Though Almahide with fcorn rewards m y care ; Yet than to change,'tis nobler to delpan. M y Love's m y Soul; and that from Fate is free : Tis that unchangd' and deathlels part of me. r ; T I ^ P-,re of Conftancy your Love purlue! jw. Ye Gods, why arc not Hearts firft paird above? But fome ftill interfere in others Love. E're each, for each, by certain marks are known, You mould 'em off in hafte, and drop em down. And, while we feek what carelefiv you fort, You fit in State, and make our pains your fport. [Exeunt on jiaes. A C T IV. S C E N E I. Abenamar, and Servants. J k T J A I l c , and conduct: the Pris'ner to m y fight. M [Exit &rw»f, W immediately enters vdh Selin fc*»-t Aben. Did you, according to m y Orders, write? J° Selin- And have you fummon'd Ozmyn to appear ? Selin. I am not yet fo much a Have to fear: Nor has your Son deferv'd fo ill of me, That, by his Death or Bonds, I would be free. Aben.' Againft thy life thou doft the fentence give : Behold how fhort a time thou haft to live. Selin. Make hafte, and draw the Curtain while you may 5 You but fhut out the twilight of m y day : Beneath the Burden of m y Age I bend; . You kindly eafe me e're m y journey's end. \To them a Servant with Aben to Selin'] It is enough; m y promife makes you free: I O z m y n : O z m y n kneels. Refign your Bonds, and take your Liberty. Ozmyn. Sir, you are juft ; and welcome are thefe Bands: 'fis all th' Inheritance a Son demands. Selin. Your Goodnefs, 0 m y Ozmyn, is too great; I am not weaiy of m y Fetters yet : Already, when you move me to refign, I feel 'em heavier on your Feet than mine. [Another Soldier or Servant. Sold. A Youth attends you in the outter Room, W h o feems in hafte, and does from Ozmyn come. Aben. Conduct: him in Ozmyn. Sent from Benzayda, I fear, to me. \ To them Benzayda in the Benz. M y Ozmyn here ! \ habit of a Man. Ozmyn. Benzayda I 'tis the ! Go, Youth, I have no Bufinefs for thee here; [To her. Go to th* Albazyn, and attend me there. I'll not be long away; I prithee go: By all our Love and Friendfhip-• Benz.' Ozmyn, no. I did not take on me this bold difguife, For ends fo low to cheat your Watchmens Eye* W h e n I attempted this, it was to do An Action, to be envy'd ev'n by you: t But ' Th Conqueft of Granada. But you, alas, have been too diligent, And, what I purpos'd, fatally prevent! Thofe Chains, which for m y Father I would bear, I take with lefs content, to find you here. Except your Father will that Mercy fhow, That I may wear 'em both for him and'you. Aben. I thank thee, fortune; thou haft inoneHoui, Put all I cou'd have ask'd thee in m y pow'r. M y own loft Wealth thou giv'ft not only back, But driv'ft upon m y Coaft m y Pyrat's Wrack. ' Selin. With Ozmyn s Kindnefs I was griev'd before- But yours, Benzayda, has undone me more Aben. to a Sold. Go fetch new Fetters, and the Daughter bind; Ozmyn. Be juft,* at leaft, Sir, though you are not kind. Benzayda is not as a Pris'ner brought; But comes to fuffer for another's Fau'r. Aben. Then, Ozmyn, mark; that Juftice which I do I as feverely will exact from you. The Father is not wholly dead in m e: Or you may yet revive it, if it be. Like Tapers new blown out, the Fumes remain To catch the Light, and bring it back again. Benzayda gave you Life, and fet you free; For that I will reftore her Liberty. Ozmyn. Sir, on m y Knees I thank you. Aben. Ozmyn hold ; One part of what I purpofe is untold. Confider, then, it on your Part remains, W h e n I have broke, not to refume your Chains. Like an indulgent Father, I have paid All Debts, which you, m y Prodigal, have made. N o w you are clear, break off your fond Defign; Renounce Benzayda, and be wholly mine. Ozmyn. Are thefe the Terms? Is this the Liberty? Ah, Sir, how can you fo inhumane be? M y Duty to m y Life I will prefer; But Life and Duty muft give Place to her. Aben. Confider what you fay; for with one Breath, You difobey m y Will, and give her Death. Ozmyn. Ah, cruel Father, what do you propofe! Mufti, then, kill Benzayda, or muft lofe? I can do neither; in this wretched ftate The leaft that I can fuffer is your hate: And yet, that's worfe than Death: Ev'n while I fuc, And choofe your Hatred, I could die for you. Break, quickly, Heart; or let m y Blood be fpilt By m y o w n Hand, to fave a Father's Guilt. Benz. Hear me, m y Lord, and take this wretched Life, To free you from the Fear of Ozmyn's Wife. I beg but what with Eafe may granted be; To fpare your Son, and kill your Enemy. Or, if m y Death's a Grace too great to give; Let me, m y Lord, without m y Ozmyn live. Far from your fight and Ozmyn5 let m e go, And take fronvhim a Care, from you a Foe. Ozmyn. How, m y Benzayda! can you thus re! That Love, which you have vow'd fo firmly mine? Can you leave me for Life and Liberty ? Benz. W h a t I have done will fhow that i dare die. But I'll twice fuffer Death, and go away, Rather than make you wretched by m y Stay. Bv this m y Fathers Freedom will be won 1 And to your Father I reftore a Son. |