Selin. No longer, Ozmyn, combat a design, Where so much love, and so much virtue join.

Ozm. [To BENZ.]
Then conquer, and your conquest happy be,
Both to yourself, your father, and to me.—­
With bended knees our freedom we’ll demand
Of Isabel, and mighty Ferdinand: 
Then while the paths of honour we pursue,
We’ll interest heaven for us, in right of you. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.—­The Albayzyn.

  An alarm within; then Soldiers running over the stage.  Enter
  ABDELMELECH, victorious, with Soldiers.

Abdelm. ’Tis won, ’tis won! and Lyndaraxa, now,
Who scorned to treat, shall to a conquest bow. 
To every sword I free commission give;
Fall on, my friends, and let no rebel live. 
Spare only Lyndaraxa; let her be
In triumph led, to grace my victory. 
Since by her falsehood she betrayed my love,
Great as that falsehood my revenge shall prove.—­

  Enter LYNDARAXA, as frightened, attended by women.

Go, take the enchantress, bring her to me bound!

Lyndar. Force needs not, where resistance is not found: 
I come, myself, to offer you my hands;
And, of my own accord, invite your bands. 
I wished to be my Abdelmelech’s slave;
I did but wish,—­and easy fortune gave.

Abdelm. O, more than woman false!—­but ’tis in vain.—­
Can you ere hope to be believed again? 
I’ll sooner trust the hyaena, than your smile;
Or, than your tears, the weeping crocodile. 
In war and love none should be twice deceived;
The fault is mine if you are now believed.

Lyndar. Be overwise, then, and too late repent;
Your crime will carry its own punishment. 
I am well pleased not to be justified;
I owe no satisfaction to your pride. 
It will be more advantage to my fame,
To have it said, I never owned a flame.

Abdelm. ’Tis true, my pride has satisfied itself: 
I have at length escaped the deadly shelf. 
The excuses you prepare will be in vain,
Till I am fool enough to love again.

Lyndar. Am I not loved?

Abdelm. I must with shame avow, I loved you once;—­but do not love you now.

Lyndar. Have I for this betrayed Abdalla’s trust?  You are to me, as I to him, unjust. [Angrily.

Abdelm. ’Tis like you have done much for love of me, Who kept the fortress of my enemy.

Lyndar. ’Tis true, I took the fortress from his hand; But, since, have kept it in my own command.

Abdelm. That act your foul ingratitude did show.

Lyndar. You are the ungrateful, since ’twas kept for you.

Abdelm. ’Twas kept indeed; but not by your intent: 
For all your kindness I may thank the event. 
Blush, Lyndaraxa, for so gross a cheat: 
’Twas kept for me,—­when you refused to treat! [Ironically.