e gained the Zacatin,
And thence the Vivarambla place possest,
While our faint soldiers scarce defend the rest.
The duke of Arcos does one squadron head,
The next by Ferdinand himself is led.

_Almah._ Now, brave Almanzor, be a god again;
Above our crimes and your own passions reign.
My lord has been by jealousy misled,
To think I was not faithful to his bed.
I can forgive him, though my death he sought,
For too much love can never be a fault.
Protect him, then; and what to his defence
You give not, give to clear my innocence.

_Almanz._ Listen, sweet heaven, and all ye blessed above,
Take rules of virtue from a mortal love!
You've raised my soul; and if it mount more high,
'Tis as the wren did on the eagle fly.
Yes, I once more will my revenge neglect,
And, whom you can forgive, I can protect.

_Boab._ How hard a fate is mine, still doomed to shame!
I make occasions for my rival's fame! [_Exeunt. An alarm within._

_Enter_ FERDINAND, ISABELLA, _Don_ ALONZO D'AGUILAR; _Spaniards and
Ladies._

_K. Ferd._ Already more than half the town is gained,
But there is yet a doubtful fight maintained.

_Alonz._ The fierce young king the entered does attack,
And the more fierce Almanzor drives them back.

_K. Ferd._ The valiant Moors like raging lions fight;
Each youth encouraged by his lady's sight.

_Q. Isabel._ I will advance with such a shining train,
That Moorish beauties shall oppose in vain.
Into the press of clashing swords we'll go,
And, where the darts fly thickest, seek the foe.

_K. Ferd._ May heaven, which has inspired this generous thought,
Avert those dangers you have boldly sought!
Call up more troops; the women, to our shame,
Will ravish from the men their part of fame.
[_Exeunt_ ISABELLA _and Ladies._

_Enter_ ALABEZ, _and kisses the King's hand._

_Alabez._ Fair Lyndaraxa, and the Zegry line,
Have led their forces with your troops to join;
The adverse part, which obstinately fought,
Are broke, and Abdelmelech prisoner brought.

_K. Ferd._ Fair Lyndaraxa, and her friends, shall find
The effects of an obliged and grateful mind.

_Alabez._ But, marching by the Vivarambla place,
The combat carried a more doubtful face:
In that vast square the Moors and Spaniards met,
Where the fierce conflict is continued yet;
But with advantage on the adverse side,
Whom fierce Almanzor does to conquest guide.

_K. Ferd._ With my Castilian foot I'll meet his