use to head:
The best and bravest souls I can select,
And on their conquered necks my throne erect. [_Exeunt._

ACT V. SCENE I.

ABDALLA _alone, under the walls of the Albayzyn._

_Abdal._ While she is mine, I have not yet lost all,
But in her arms shall have a gentle fall:
Blest in my love, although in war o'ercome,
I fly, like Antony from Actium,
To meet a better Cleopatra here.--
You of the watch! you of the watch! appear.

_Sold._ [_above._] Who calls below? What's your demand?

_Abdal._ 'Tis I:
Open the gate with speed; the foe is nigh.

_Sold._ What orders for admittance do you bring?

_Abdal._ Slave, my own orders; look, and know the king.

_Sold._ I know you; but my charge is so severe,
That none, without exception, enter here.

_Abdal._ Traitor, and rebel! thou shalt shortly see
Thy orders are not to extend to me.

_Lyndar._ [_above._] What saucy slave so rudely does exclaim,
And brands my subject with a rebel's name?

_Abdal._ Dear Lyndaraxa, haste; the foes pursue.

_Lyndar._ My lord, the Prince Abdalla, is it you?
I scarcely can believe the words I hear;
Could you so coarsely treat my officer?

_Abdal._ He forced me; but the danger nearer draws:
When I am entered, you shall know the cause.

_Lyndar._ Entered! Why, have you any business here?

_Abdal._ I am pursued, the enemy is near.

_Lyndar._ Are you pursued, and do you thus delay
To save yourself? Make haste, my lord, away.

_Abdal._ Give me not cause to think you mock my grief:
What place have I, but this, for my relief?

_Lyndar._ This favour does your handmaid much oblige,
But we are not provided for a siege:
My subjects few; and their provision thin;
The foe is strong without, we weak within.
This to my noble lord may seem unkind,
But he will weigh it in his princely mind;
And pardon her, who does assurance want
So much, she blushes when she cannot grant.

_Abdal._ Yes, you may blush; and you have cause to weep.
Is this the faith you promised me to keep?
Ah yet, if to a lover you will bring
No succour, give your succour to a king.

_Lyndar._ A king is he, whom nothing can withstand;
Who men and money can with ease command.
A king is he, whom fortune still does bless;
He is a king, who does a crown possess.
If you would have me think that you are he,
Produce to view your marks of sovereignty;
But if yourself alone for proof you bring,
You are but a single person, not a king.

_Abdal._ Ungrateful m