K.  Ferd. [embracing Q. Isabel.]
All stories which Granada’s conquest tell,
Shall celebrate the name of Isabel. 
Your ladies too, who, in their country’s cause,
Led on the men, shall share in your applause;
And, for your sakes, henceforward I ordain,
No lady’s dower shall questioned be in Spain,
Fair Lyndaraxa, for the help she lent,
Shall, under tribute, have this government.

Abdelm. O heaven, that I should live to see this day!

Lyndar. You murmur now, but you shall soon obey. 
I knew this empire to my fate was owed;
Heaven held it back as long as e’er it could;
For thee, base wretch, I want a torture yet—­ [To ABDELM. 
I’ll cage thee; thou shalt be my Bajazet. 
I on no pavement but on thee will tread;
And, when I mount, my foot shall know thy head.

Abdelm. (Stabbing her with a poniard.) This first shall know thy heart.

Lyndar. O!  I am slain!

Abdelm. Now, boast thy country is betrayed to Spain.

K.  Ferd. Look to the lady!—­Seize the murderer!

Abdelm. (Stabbing himself.)
I do myself that justice I did her. 
Thy blood I to thy ruined country give, [To LYNDAR. 
But love too well thy murder to out-live. 
Forgive a love, excused by its excess,
Which, had it not been cruel, had been less. 
Condemn my passion, then, 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.