Enter SELIN, his sword drawn, as pursued.

Selin. I am pursued, and now am spent and done;
My limbs suffice me not with strength to run. 
And, if I could, alas! what can I save? 
A year, the dregs of life too, from the grave.
                                           [Sits down on the ground.
Here will I sit, and here attend my fate,
With the same hoary majesty and state,
As Rome’s old senate for the Gauls did wait.

Benz. It is my father; and he seems distressed.

Ozm. My honour bids me succour the oppressed; That life he sought, for his I’ll freely give; We’ll die together, or together live.

Benz. I’ll call more succour, since the camp is near, And fly on all the wings of love and fear. [Exit BENZ.

  Enter ABENAMAR, and four or five Moors.  He looks and finds
  SELIN.

Aben. You’ve lived, and now behold your latest hour.

Selin. I scorn your malice, and defy your power. 
A speedy death is all I ask you now;
And that’s a favour you may well allow.

Ozm. [shewing himself.]
Who gives you death, shall give it first to me;
Fate cannot separate our destiny.—­ [Knows his father.
My father here! then heaven itself has laid
The snare, in which my virtue is betrayed.

Aben. Fortune, I thank thee! thou hast kindly done,
To bring me back that fugitive, my son;
In arms too? fighting for my enemy!—­
I’ll do a Roman justice,—­thou shalt die!

Ozm. I beg not you my forfeit life would save;
Yet add one minute to that breath you gave. 
I disobeyed you, and deserve my fate;
But bury in my grave two houses’ hate. 
Let Selin live; and see your justice done
On me, while you revenge him for his son: 
Your mutual malice in my death may cease,
And equal loss persuade you both to peace.

Aben. Yes, justice shall be done on him and thee.—­ Haste and dispatch them both immediately. [To a soldier.

Ozm. If you have honour,—­since you nature want,—­
For your own sake my last petition grant;
And kill not a disarmed, defenceless foe,
Whose death your cruelty, or fear, will show. 
My father cannot do an act so base:—­
My father!—­I mistake;—­I meant, who was.

Aben. Go, then, dispatch him first who was my son!

Ozm. Swear but to save his life, I’ll yield my own.

Aben. Nor tears, nor prayers, thy life, or his, shall buy.

Ozm. Then, sir, Benzayda’s father shall not die!—­
                                      [Putting himself before SELIN. 
And, since he’ll want defence when I am gone,
I will, to save his life, defend my own.

Aben. This justice, parricides, like thee, should have!—­
                         [ABEN. and his party attack them both. OZM.
                          parries his father’s thrusts, and thrusts
                          at the others.