Aben. What constancy can’st thou e’er hope to find
In that unstable, and soon conquered mind? 
What piety can’st thou expect from her,
Who could forgive a brother’s murderer? 
Or, what obedience hop’st thou to be paid,
From one who first her father disobeyed?

Ozm. Nature, that bids us parents to obey,
Bids parents their commands by reason weigh;
And you her virtue by your praise did own,
Before you knew by whom the act was done.

Aben. Your reasons speak too much of insolence;
Her birth’s a crime past pardon or defence. 
Know, that as Selin was not won by thee,
Neither will I by Selin’s daughter be. 
Leave her, or cease henceforth to be my son: 
This is my will; and this I will have done. [Exit ABEN.

Ozm. It is a murdering will,
That whirls along with an impetuous sway,
And, like chain-shot, sweeps all things in its way. 
He does my honour want of duty call;
To that, and love, he has no right at all.

Benz. No, Ozmyn, no; it is a much less ill
To leave me, than dispute a father’s will: 
If I had any title to your love,
Your father’s greater right does mine remove: 
Your vows and faith I give you back again,
Since neither can be kept without a sin.

Ozm. Nothing but death my vows can give me back:  They are not yours to give, nor mine to take.

Benz. Nay, think not, though I could your vows resign,
My love or virtue could dispense with mine. 
I would extinguish your unlucky fire,
To make you happy in some new desire: 
I can preserve enough for me and you,
And love, and be unfortunate, for two.

Ozm. In all that’s good and great
You vanquish me so fast, that in the end
I shall have nothing left me to defend. 
From every post you force me to remove;
But let me keep my last entrenchment, love.

Benz. Love then, my Ozmyn; I will be content [Giving her hand.
To make you wretched by your own consent: 
Live poor, despised, and banished for my sake,
And all the burden of my sorrows take;
For, as for me, in whatsoe’er estate,
While I have you, I must be fortunate.

Ozm. Thus then, secured of what we hold most dear,
(Each other’s love) we’ll go—­I know not where. 
For where, alas, should we our flight begin? 
The foe’s without; our parents are within.

Benz. I’ll fly to you, and you shall fly to me;
Our flight but to each other’s arms shall be. 
To providence and chance permit the rest;
Let us but love enough, and we are blest. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

  Enter BOABDELIN, ABENAMAR, ABDELMELECH, Guards: ZULEMA and
  HAMET, Prisoners.

Abdelm. They are Lyndaraxa’s brothers; for her sake, Their lives and pardon my request I make.