n!
Leave me alone to mourn my misery;
I cannot cease to love you, but I'll die.
[_Leans her head on his arm._

_Abdelm._ What man but I so long unmoved could hear [_Weeping._
Such tender passion, and refuse a tear!--
But do not talk of dying any more,
Unless you mean that I should die before.

_Lyndar._ I fear your feigned repentance comes too late;
I die, to see you still thus obstinate:
But yet, in death my truth of love to show,
Lead me; if I have strength enough, I'll go.

_Abdelm._ By heaven, you shall not go! I will not be
O'ercome in love or generosity.
All I desire, to end the unlucky strife,
Is but a vow, that you will be my wife.

_Lyndar._ To tie me to you by a vow is hard;
It shows, my love you as no tie regard.--
Name any thing but that, and I'll agree.

_Abdelm._ Swear, then, you never will my rival's be.

_Lyndar._ Nay, pr'ythee, this is harder than before.--
Name any thing, good dear, but that thing more.

_Abdelm._ Now I too late perceive I am undone;
Living and seeing, to my death I run.
I know you false, yet in your snares I fall;
You grant me nothing, and I grant you all.

_Lyndar._ I would grant all; but I must curb my will,
Because I love to keep you jealous still.
In your suspicion I your passion find;
But I will take a time to cure your mind.

_Halyma._ O, madam, the new king is drawing near!

_Lyndar._ Haste quickly hence, lest he should find you here!

_Abdelm._ How much more wretched than I came, I go!
I more my weakness and your falsehood know;
And now must leave you with my greatest foe! [_Exit_ ABDELM.

_Lyndar._ Go!--How I love thee heaven can only tell:
And yet I love thee, for a subject, well.--
Yet whatsoever charms a crown can bring,
A subject's greater than a little king.
I will attend till time this throne secure;
And, when I climb, my footing shall be sure.-- [_Music without._
Music! and, I believe, addressed to me.

SONG.

I.

_Wherever I am, and whatever I do,
My Phyllis is still in my mind;
When angry, I mean not to Phyllis to go,
My feet, of themselves, the way find:
Unknown to myself I am just at her door,
And, when I would rail, I can bring out no more
Than, Phyllis too fair and unkind!_

II.

_When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast,
And the love I would stifle is shown;
But asleep, or awake, I a