ve me leave to swear?
_Lyndar._ You would be perjured if you should, I fear:
And, when I talk with Prince Abdalla next,
I with your fond suspicions shall be vext.
_Abdelm._ I cannot say I'll conquer jealousy,
But, if you'll freely pardon me, I'll try.
_Lyndar._ And, till you that submissive servant prove,
I never can conclude you truly love.
_To them, the_ KING, ALMAHIDE, ABENAMAR, ESPERANZA, _Guards,
Attendants._
_Boab._ Approach, my Almahide, my charming fair,
Blessing of peace, and recompence of war.
This night is yours; and may your life still be
The same in joy, though not solemnity.
THE ZAMBRA DANCE.
SONG.
I.
_Beneath a myrtle shade,
Which love for none, but happy lovers made,
I slept; and straight my love before me brought
Phyllis, the object of my waking thought.
Undressed she came my flames to meet,
While love strewed flowers beneath her feet;
Flowers which, so pressed by her, became more sweet._
II.
_From the bright vision's head
A careless veil of lawn was loosely spread:_
_From her white temples fell her shaded hair
Like cloudy sunshine, not too brown nor fair;
Her hands, her lips, did love inspire;
Her every grace my heart did fire:
But most her eyes, which languished with desire._
III.
_Ah, charming fair, said I,
How long can you my bliss and yours deny?
By nature and by love, this lonely shade
Was for revenge of suffering lovers made.
Silence and shades with love agree;
Both shelter you and favour me:
You cannot blush, because I cannot see._
IV.
_No, let me die, she said,
Rather than lose the spotless name of maid!--
Faintly, methought, she spoke; for all the while
She bid me not believe her, with a smile.
Then die, said I: She still denied;
And is it thus, thus, thus, she cried,
You use a harmless maid?--and so she died!_
V.
_I waked, and straight I knew,
I loved so well, it made my dream prove true:
Fancy, the kinder mistress of the two,
Fancy had done what Phyllis would not do!
Ah, cruel nymph, cease your disdain,
While, I can dream you scorn in vain,--
Asleep or waking you must ease my pain._
[After the dance, a tumultuous noise of drums
and trumpets.
_To them_ OZMYN; _his sword drawn._
_Ozm._ Arm, quickly arm;
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