Almanz. And he shall buy it dear!  What his he calls, We will not give one stone from out these walls.

Boab. Take this for answer, then,—­
Whate’er your arms have conquered of my land,
I will, for peace, resign to Ferdinand.—­
To harder terms my mind I cannot bring;
But, as I still have lived, will die a king.

D.  Arcos. Since thus you have resolved, henceforth prepare
For all the last extremities of war: 
My king his hope from heaven’s assistance draws.

Almanz. The Moors have heaven, and me, to assist their cause.
          
                                              [Exit ARCOS.

  Enter ESPERANZA.

Esper. Fair Almahide,
(Who did with weeping eyes these discords see,
And fears the omen may unlucky be,)
Prepares a zambra to be danced this night. 
In hope soft pleasures may your minds unite.

Boab. My mistress gently chides the fault I made:  But tedious business has my love delayed,—­ Business which dares the joys of kings invade.

Almanz. First let us sally out, and meet the foe.

Abdal. Led on by you, we on to triumph go.

Boab. Then with the day let war and tumult cease;
The night be sacred to our love and peace: 
’Tis just some joys on weary kings should wait;
’Tis all we gain by being slaves to state. [Exeunt.

ACT II.  SCENE I.

  Enter ABDALLA, ABDELMELECH, OZMYN, ZULEMA, and HAMET, as
  returning from the sally.

Abdal. This happy day does to Granada bring
A lasting peace, and triumphs to the king!—­
The two fierce factions will no longer jar,
Since they have now been brothers in the war. 
Those who, apart, in emulation fought,
The common danger to one body brought;
And, to his cost, the proud Castilian finds
Our Moorish courage in united minds.

Abdelm. Since to each others aid our lives we owe,
Lose we the name of faction, and of foe;
Which I to Zulema can bear no more,
Since Lyndaraxa’s beauty I adore.

Zul. I am obliged to Lyndaraxa’s charms,
Which gain the conquest I should lose by arms;
And wish my sister may continue fair,
That I may keep a good,
Of whose possession I should else despair.

Ozm. While we indulge our common happiness,
He is forgot, by whom we all possess;
The brave Almanzor, to whose arms we owe
All that we did, and all that we shall do;
Who, like a tempest, that out-rides the wind,
Made a just battle ere the bodies joined.

Abdelm. His victories we scarce could keep in view, Or polish them so fast as he rough-drew.

Abdal. Fate, after him, below with pain did move,
And victory could scarce keep pace above: 
Death did at length so many slain forget,
And lost the tale, and took them by the great.