for discord or for grief?
We perish, sir, without your quick relief.
I have been fooled, and am unfortunate;
The foes pursue their fortune and our fate.

_Zul._ The rebels with the Spaniards are agreed.

_Boab._ Take breath; my guards shall to the fight succeed.

_Aben._ [_to_ ALMANZOR.]
Why stay you, sir? the conquering foe is near:
Give us their courage, and give them our fear.

_Hamet._ Take arms, or we must perish in your sight.

_Almanz._ I care not: perish: for I will not fight,
I wonnot lift an arm in his defence:
And yet I wonnot stir one foot from hence.
I to your king's defence his town resign;
This only spot, whereon I stand, is mine.--
Madam, be safe, and lay aside your fear, [_To the Queen_
You are as in a magic circle here.

_Boab._ To our own valour our success we'll owe.
Haste, Hamet, with Abenamar to go;
You two draw up, with all the speed you may,
Our last reserves, and yet redeem the day.
[_Exeunt_ HAMET _and_ ABENAMAR _one way, the
King the other, with_ ABDELMELECH, _&c.
Alarm within._

_Enter_ ABDELMELECH, _his sword drawn._

_Abdelm._ Granada is no more! the unhappy king
Venturing too far, ere we could succour bring,
Was by the duke of Arcos prisoner made,
And, past relief, is to the fort conveyed.

_Almanz._ Heaven, thou art just! go, now despise my aid.

_Almah._ Unkind Almanzor, how am I betrayed!
Betrayed by him in whom I trusted most!
But I will ne'er outlive what I have lost.
Is this your succour, this your boasted love!
I will accuse you to the saints above!
Almanzor vowed he would for honour fight,
And lets my husband perish in my sight.
[_Exeunt_ ALMAHIDE _and_ ESPERANZA.

_Almanz._ Oh, I have erred; but fury made me blind;
And, in her just reproach, my fault I find!
I promised even for him to fight, whom I--
But since he's loved by her, he must not die.
Thus, happy fortune comes to me in vain,
When I myself must ruin it again.

_To him_ ABENAMAR, HAMET, ABDELMELECH, ZULEMA, _Soldiers._

_Aben._ The foe has entered the Vermillion towers;
And nothing but the Alhambra now is ours.

_Almanz._ Even that's too much, except we may have more;
You lost it all to that last stake before.
Fate, now come back; thou canst not farther get;
The bounds of thy libration here are set.
Thou know'st this place,
And, like a clock wound up, strik'st he