fill the measure of my happiness;
I'm still in pain for poor Alvarez' life.

_Dor._ Release that fear, the good old man is safe;
I paid his ransom,
And have already ordered his attendance.

_Seb._ O bid him enter, for I long to see him.

_Enter_ ALVAREZ _with a Servant, who departs when_ ALVAREZ _is
entered._

_Alv._ Now by my soul, and by these hoary hairs,
[_Falling down, and embracing the King's knees._
I'm so o'erwhelmed with pleasure, that I feel
A latter spring within my withering limbs,
That shoots me out again.

_Seb._ Thou good old man, [_Raising him._
Thou hast deceived me into more, more joys,
Who stood brim-full before.

_Alv._ O my dear child,--
I love thee so, I cannot call thee king,--
Whom I so oft have dandled in these arms!
What, when I gave thee lost, to find thee living!
'Tis like a father, who himself had 'scaped
A falling house, and, after anxious search,
Hears from afar his only son within;
And digs through rubbish, till he drags him out,
To see the friendly light.
Such is my haste, so trembling is my joy,
To draw thee forth from underneath thy fate.

_Seb._ The tempest is o'erblown, the skies are clear,
And the sea charmed into a calm so still,
That not a wrinkle ruffles her smooth face.

_Alv._ Just such she shows before a rising storm;
And therefore am I come with timely speed,
To warn you into port.

_Alm._ My soul forebodes
Some dire event involved in those dark words,
And just disclosing in a birth of fate. [_Aside._

_Alv._ Is there not yet an heir of this vast empire,
Who still survives, of Muley-Moluch's branch?

_Dor._ Yes, such a one there is a captive here,
And brother to the dead.

_Alv._ The powers above
Be praised for that! My prayers for my good master,
I hope, are heard.

_Seb._ Thou hast a right in heaven.
But why these prayers for me?

_Alv._ A door is open yet for your deliverance.--
Now you, my countrymen, and you, Almeyda,
Now all of us, and you, my all in one,
May yet be happy in that captive's life.

_Seb._ We have him here an honourable hostage
For terms of peace; what more he can contribute
To make me blest, I know not.

_Ah._ Vastly more;
Almeyda may be settled in the throne,
And you review your native clime with fame.
A firm alliance and eternal peace,
The glorious crown of honourable war,
Are all included in that prince's life.
Let this fair queen be given