Lyndar. I take your gift, because your love it shows, And faithful Selin for alcade chuse.

Abdal. Selin, from her alone your orders take.—­
This one request, yet, madam, let me make,
That, from those turrets, you the assault will see;
And crown, once more, my arms with victory.
                                           [Exeunt, leading her out.
                             [SELIN remains with GAZUL and REDUAN,
                              his servants.

Selin. Gazul, go tell my daughter that I wait—­
You Reduan, bring the prisoner to his fate. [Exeunt GAZ. and RED.
Ere of my charge I will possession take,
A bloody sacrifice I mean to make: 
The manes of my son shall smile this day,
While I, in blood, my vows of vengeance pay.

Enter at one door BENZAYDA, with GAZUL; at the other, OZMYN
bound, with REDUAN.

Selin. I sent, Benzayda, to glad your eyes: 
These rites we owe your brother’s obsequies.—­
You two [To GAZ. and RED.] the cursed Abencerrago bind: 
You need no more to instruct you in my mind.
                            [They bind him to a corner of the stage.

Benz. In what sad object am I called to share?  Tell me, what is it, sir, you here prepare?

Selin. ’Tis what your dying brother did bequeath; A scene of vengeance, and a pomp of death!

Benz. The horrid spectacle my soul does fright:  I want the heart to see the dismal sight.

Selin. You are my principal invited guest,
Whose eyes I would not only feed, but feast: 
You are to smile at his last groaning breath,
And laugh to see his eye-balls roll in death;
To judge the lingering soul’s convulsive strife,
When thick short breath catches at parting life.

Benz. And of what marble do you think me made?

Selin. What! can you be of just revenge afraid?

Benz. He killed my brother in his own defence.  Pity his youth, and spare his innocence.

Selin. Art thou so soon to pardon murder won? 
Can he be innocent, who killed my son? 
Abenamar shall mourn as well as I;
His Ozmyn, for my Tarifa, shall die. 
But since thou plead’st so boldly, I will see
That justice, thou would’st hinder, done by thee. 
Here, [Gives her his sword.] take the sword, and do a sister’s part: 
Pierce his, fond girl, or I will pierce thy heart.

Ozm. To his commands I join my own request;
All wounds from you are welcome to my breast: 
Think only, when your hand this act has done,
It has but finished what your eyes begun. 
I thought, with silence, to have scorned my doom;
But now your noble pity has o’ercome;
Which I acknowledge with my latest breath,—­
The first whoe’er began a love in death.