did death attend,
'Tis just that nothing but my death should end.
What merchant is it, who would stay behind,
His whole stock ventured to the waves and wind?
I'll pray for both, but both shall be in sight;
And heaven shall hear me pray, and see you fight.

_Selin._ No longer, Ozmyn, combat a design,
Where so much love, and so much virtue join.

_Ozm._ [_To_ BENZ.]
Then conquer, and your conquest happy be,
Both to yourself, your father, and to me.--
With bended knees our freedom we'll demand
Of Isabel, and mighty Ferdinand:
Then while the paths of honour we pursue,
We'll interest heaven for us, in right of you. [_Exeunt._

SCENE II.--_The Albayzyn._

_An alarm within; then Soldiers running over the stage. Enter_
ABDELMELECH, _victorious, with Soldiers._

_Abdelm._ 'Tis won, 'tis won! and Lyndaraxa, now,
Who scorned to treat, shall to a conquest bow.
To every sword I free commission give;
Fall on, my friends, and let no rebel live.
Spare only Lyndaraxa; let her be
In triumph led, to grace my victory.
Since by her falsehood she betrayed my love,
Great as that falsehood my revenge shall prove.--

_Enter_ LYNDARAXA, _as frightened, attended by women._

Go, take the enchantress, bring her to me bound!

_Lyndar._ Force needs not, where resistance is not found:
I come, myself, to offer you my hands;
And, of my own accord, invite your bands.
I wished to be my Abdelmelech's slave;
I did but wish,--and easy fortune gave.

_Abdelm._ O, more than woman false!--but 'tis in vain.--
Can you ere hope to be believed again?
I'll sooner trust the hyaena, than your smile;
Or, than your tears, the weeping crocodile.
In war and love none should be twice deceived;
The fault is mine if you are now believed.

_Lyndar._ Be overwise, then, and too late repent;
Your crime will carry its own punishment.
I am well pleased not to be justified;
I owe no satisfaction to your pride.
It will be more advantage to my fame,
To have it said, I never owned a flame.

_Abdelm._ 'Tis true, my pride has satisfied itself:
I have at length escaped the deadly shelf.
The excuses you prepare will be in vain,
Till I am fool enough to love again.

_Lyndar._ Am I not loved?

_Abdelm._ I must with shame avow,
I loved you once;--but do not love you now.

_Lyndar._ Have I for this betrayed Abdalla's trust?
You are to me, as I to him, unjust. [_Angrily._

_Abdelm._ 'Tis like you have done much for lo