that an action to be paid?
It was a miracle of virtue shown;
And wonders are with wonder paid alone.
And would you all that secret joy of mind,
Which great souls only in great actions find,
All that, for one tumultuous minute lose?

_Almanz_, I would that minute before ages chuse.
Praise is the pay of heaven for doing good;
But love's the best return for flesh and blood.

_Almah._ You've moved my heart so much, I can deny
No move; but know, Almanzor, I can die.
Thus far my virtue yields; if I have shown
More love than what I ought, let this atone. [_Going to stab herself._

_Almanz._ Hold, hold!
Such fatal proofs of love you shall not give:
Deny me; hate me; both are just,--but live!
Your virtue I will ne'er disturb again;
Nor dare to ask, for fear I should obtain.

_Almah._ 'Tis generous to have conquered your desire;
You mount above your wish, and lose it higher.
There's pride in virtue, and a kindly heat;
Not feverish, like your love, but full as great.
Farewell; and may our loves hereafter be
But image-like, to heighten piety.

_Almanz._ 'Tis time I should be gone.--
Alas! I am but half converted yet;
All I resolve, I with one look forget;
And, like a lion, whom no arts can tame,
Shall tear even those, who would my rage reclaim. [_Exeunt severally._
[ZULEMA _and_ HAMET _watch_ ALMANZOR; _and
when he is gone, go in after the Queen._

_Enter_ ABDELMELECH _and_ LYNDARAXA.

_Lyndar._ It is enough, you've brought me to this place:
Here stop, and urge no further my disgrace.
Kill me; in death your mercy will be seen,
But make me not a captive to the queen.

_Abdelm._ 'Tis therefore I this punishment provide:
This only can revenge me on your pride.
Prepare to suffer what you shun in vain;
And know, you now are to obey, not reign.

_Enter_ ALMAHIDE _shrieking; her hair loose; she runs over the
stage._

_Almah._ Help, help, O heaven, some help!

_Enter_ ZULEMA _and_ HAMET.

_Zul._ Make haste before,
And intercept her passage to the door.

_Abdelm._ Villains, what act are you attempting here!

_Almah._ I thank thee, heaven! some succour does appear.
[_As_ ABDELMELECH _is going to help the Queen,_
LYNDARAXA _pulls out his sword, and holds it._

_Abdelm._ With what ill fate my good design is curst!

_Zul._ We have no time to think; dispatch him first.

_Abdelm._ O for a sword! [_They m