Benz. Hear me, my lord, and take this wretched life,
To free you from the fear of Ozmyn’s wife. 
I beg but what with ease may granted be,
To spare your son, and kill your enemy;
Or, if my death’s a grace too great to give,
Let me, my lord, without my Ozmyn live. 
Far from your sight and Ozmyn’s let me go,
And take from him a care, from you a foe.

Ozm. How, my Benzayda! can you thus resign That love, which you have vowed so firmly mine?  Can you leave me for life and liberty?

Benz. What I have done will show that I dare die;
But I’ll twice suffer death, and go away,
Rather than make you wretched by my stay: 
By this my father’s freedom will be won;
And to your father I restore a son.

Selin. Cease, cease, my children, your unhappy strife, Selin will not be ransomed by your life.  Barbarian, thy old foe defies thy rage; [To ABEN.  Turn, from their youth, thy malice to my age.

Benz. Forbear, dear father! for your Ozmyn’s sake, Do not such words to Ozmyn’s father speak.

Ozm. Alas, ’tis counterfeited rage; he strives
But to divert the danger from our lives: 
For I can witness, sir, and you might see,
How in your person he considered me. 
He still declined the combat where you were;
And you well know it was not out of fear.

Benz. Alas, my lord, where can your vengeance fall? 
Your justice will not let it reach us all. 
Selin and Ozmyn both would sufferers be;
And punishment’s a favour done to me. 
If we are foes, since you have power to kill,
’Tis generous in you not to have the will;
But, are we foes?  Look round, my lord, and see;
Point out that face which is your enemy. 
Would you your hand in Selin’s blood embrue? 
Kill him unarmed, who, armed, shunned killing you? 
Am I your foe?  Since you detest my line,
That hated name of Zegry I resign: 
For you, Benzayda will herself disclaim;
Call me your daughter, and forget my name.

Selin. This virtue would even savages subdue; And shall it want the power to vanquish you?

Ozm. It has, it has; I read it in his eyes;
’Tis now not anger, ’tis but shame denies;
A shame of error, that great spirits find,
When keeps down virtue struggling in the mind.

Aben. Yes, I am vanquished!  The fierce conflict’s past,
And shame itself is now o’ercome at last. 
’Twas long before my stubborn mind was won;
But, melting once, I on the sudden run;
Nor can I hold my headlong kindness more,
Than I could curb my cruel rage before.
                                 [Runs to BENZ., and embraces her.
Benzayda, ’twas your virtue vanquished me;
That could alone surmount my cruelty.
                                  [Runs to SELIN, and unbinds him.
Forgive me, Selin, my neglect of you;
But men, just waking, scarce know what they do.