u will not know, too well declare.
You mean to wait the final doom of war.

_Lyndar._ I find you come to quarrel with me now;
Would you know more of me than I allow?
Whence are you grown that great divinity,
That with such ease into my thoughts can pry?
Indulgence does not with some tempers suit;
I see I must become more absolute.

_Abdal._ I must submit,
On what hard terms soe'er my peace be bought.

_Lyndar._ Submit!--you speak as you were not in fault.--
'Tis evident the injury is mine;
For why should you my secret thoughts divine?

_Abdal._ Yet if we might be judged by reason's laws--

_Lyndar._ Then you would have your reason judge my cause!--
Either confess your fault, or hold your tongue;
For I am sure I'm never in the wrong.

_Abdal._ Then I acknowledge it.

_Lyndar._ Then I forgive.

_Abdal._ Under how hard a law poor lovers live!
Who, like the vanquished, must their right release,
And with the loss of reason buy their peace.-- [_Aside._
Madam, to show that you my power command,
I put my life and safety in your hand:--
Dispose of the Albayzyn as you please,
To your fair hands I here resign the keys.

_Lyndar._ I take your gift, because your love it shows,
And faithful Selin for alcade chuse.

_Abdal._ Selin, from her alone your orders take.--
This one request, yet, madam, let me make,
That, from those turrets, you the assault will see;
And crown, once more, my arms with victory.
[_Exeunt, leading her out._
[SELIN _remains with_ GAZUL _and_ REDUAN,
_his servants._

_Selin._ Gazul, go tell my daughter that I wait--
You Reduan, bring the prisoner to his fate. [_Exeunt_ GAZ. _and_ RED.
Ere of my charge I will possession take,
A bloody sacrifice I mean to make:
The manes of my son shall smile this day,
While I, in blood, my vows of vengeance pay.

_Enter at one door_ BENZAYDA, _with_ GAZUL; _at the other,_ OZMYN
_bound, with_ REDUAN.

_Selin._ I sent, Benzayda, to glad your eyes:
These rites we owe your brother's obsequies.--
You two [_To_ GAZ. _and_ RED.] the cursed Abencerrago bind:
You need no more to instruct you in my mind.
[_They bind him to a corner of the stage._

_Benz._ In what sad object am I called to share?
Tell me, what is it, sir, you here prepare?

_Selin._ 'Tis what your dying brother did bequeath;
A scene of vengeance, and