n, but pardon me,
And think I murdered him who murdered thee. [_Dies._

_Lyndar._ Die for us both; I have not leisure now;
A crown is come, and will not fate allow:
And yet I feel something like death is near,
My guards, my guards,--
Let not that ugly skeleton appear!
Sure destiny mistakes; this death's not mine;
She dotes, and meant to cut another line.
Tell her I am a queen;--but 'tis too late;
Dying, I charge rebellion on my fate.
Bow down, ye slaves:-- [_To the Moors._
Bow quickly down, and your submission show.-- [_They bow._
I'm pleased to taste an empire ere I go. [_Dies._

_Selin._ She's dead, and here her proud ambition ends.

_Aben._ Such fortune still such black designs attends.

_K. Ferd._ Remove those mournful objects from our eyes,
And see performed their funeral obsequies.
[_The bodies are carried off._

_Enter_ ALMANZOR _and_ ALMAHIDE, OZMYN _and_ BENZAYDA; ALMAHIDE
_brought in a chair;_ ALMANZOR _led betwixt Soldiers._ ISABELLA
_salutes_ ALMAHIDE _in dumb show._

_D. Arcos._ (_Presenting_ ALMANZOR _to the King._)
See here that son, whom I with pride call mine;
And who dishonours not your royal line.

_K. Ferd._ I'm now secure, this sceptre, which I gain,
Shall be continued in the power of Spain;
Since he, who could alone my foes defend,
By birth and honour is become my friend;
Yet I can own no joy, nor conquest boast, [_To_ ALMANZ.
While in this blood I see how dear it cost.

_Almanz._ This honour to my veins new blood will bring;
Streams cannot fail, fed by so high a spring.
But all court-customs I so little know,
That I may fail in those respects I owe.
I bring a heart which homage never knew;
Yet it finds something of itself in you:
Something so kingly, that my haughty mind
Is drawn to yours, because 'tis of a kind.

_Q. Isabel._ And yet that soul, which bears itself so high,
If fame be true, admits a sovereignty.
This queen, in her fair eyes, such fetters brings,
As chain that heart, which scorns the power of kings.

_Almah._ Little of charm in these sad eyes appears;
If they had any, now 'tis lost in tears.
A crown, and husband, ravished in one day!--
Excuse a grief, I cannot choose but pay.

_Q. Isabel._ Have courage, madam; heaven has joys in store,
To recompence those losses you deplore.

_Almah._ I know your God can all my woes re