Lyndar. To tie me to you by a vow is hard; It shows, my love you as no tie regard.—­ Name any thing but that, and I’ll agree.

Abdelm. Swear, then, you never will my rival’s be.

Lyndar. Nay, pr’ythee, this is harder than before.—­ Name any thing, good dear, but that thing more.

Abdelm. Now I too late perceive I am undone;
Living and seeing, to my death I run. 
I know you false, yet in your snares I fall;
You grant me nothing, and I grant you all.

Lyndar. I would grant all; but I must curb my will,
Because I love to keep you jealous still. 
In your suspicion I your passion find;
But I will take a time to cure your mind.

Halyma. O, madam, the new king is drawing near!

Lyndar. Haste quickly hence, lest he should find you here!

Abdelm. How much more wretched than I came, I go!  I more my weakness and your falsehood know; And now must leave you with my greatest foe! [Exit ABDELM.

Lyndar. Go!—­How I love thee heaven can only tell: 
And yet I love thee, for a subject, well.—­
Yet whatsoever charms a crown can bring,
A subject’s greater than a little king. 
I will attend till time this throne secure;
And, when I climb, my footing shall be sure.—­ [Music without.
Music! and, I believe, addressed to me.

SONG.

        I.

  Wherever I am, and whatever I do,
    My Phyllis is still in my mind;
  When angry, I mean not to Phyllis to go,
    My feet, of themselves, the way find: 
  Unknown to myself I am just at her door,
  And, when I would rail, I can bring out no more
    Than, Phyllis too fair and unkind!

        II.

  When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast,
    And the love I would stifle is shown;
  But asleep, or awake, I am never at rest,
    When from my eyes Phyllis is gone. 
  Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind;
  But, alas! when I wake, and no Phyllis I find,
    How I sigh to myself all alone!

        III.

  Should a king be my rival in her I adore,
    He should offer his treasure in vain: 
  O, let me alone to be happy and poor,
    And give me my Phyllis again! 
  Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind,
  I could to a desart with her be confined,
    And envy no monarch his reign.

        IV.

  Alas!  I discover too much of my love,
    And she too well knows her own power! 
  She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove,
    And makes me grow jealous each hour: 
  But let her each minute torment my poor mind,
  I had rather love Phyllis, both false and unkind. 
    Than ever be freed from her power.

  Enter ABDALLA, with guards.