Ozm. O father!

Benz. Father!

Aden. Dare I own that name! 
Speak, speak it often, to remove my shame. [They all embrace him.
O Selin, O my children, let me go! 
I have more kindness than I yet can show. 
For my recovery I must shun your sight;
Eyes used to darkness cannot bear the light.
                                    [He runs in, they following him.

SCENE II.—­The Albayzyn.

Enter ALMANZOR, ABDELMELECH, Soldiers.

Almanz. ’Tis war again, and I am glad ’tis so;
Success shall now by force and courage go. 
Treaties are but the combat of the brain,
Where still the stronger lose, and weaker gain.

Abdelm. On this assault, brave sir, which we prepare,
Depends the sum and fortune of the war. 
Encamped without the fort the Spaniard lies,
And may, in spite of us, send in supplies. 
Consider yet, ere we attack the place,
What ’tis to storm it in an army’s face.

Almanz. The minds of heroes their own measures are,
They stand exempted from the rules of war. 
One loose, one sally of the hero’s soul,
Does all the military art controul;
While timorous wit goes round, or fords the shore,
He shoots the gulph, and is already o’er;
And, when the enthusiastic fit is spent,
Looks back amazed at what he underwent. [Exeunt.
                                                  [An alarum within.

  Re-enter ALMANZOR and ABDELMELECH, with their Soldiers.

Abdelm. They fly, they fly; take breath and charge again.

Almanz. Make good your entrance, and bring up more men.  I feared, brave friend, my aid had been too late.

Abdelm. You drew us from the jaws of certain fate. 
At my approach,
The gate was open, and the draw-bridge down;
But, when they saw I stood, and came not on,
They charged with fury on my little band,
Who, much o’erpowered, could scarce the shock withstand.

Almanz. Ere night we shall the whole Albayzyn gain. 
But see, the Spaniards march along the plain
To its relief; you, Abdelmelech, go,
And force the rest, while I repulse the foe. [Exit ALMANZOR.

  Enter ABDALLA, and some few Soldiers, who seem fearful.

Abdal. Turn cowards, turn! there is no hope in flight;
You yet may live, if you but dare to fight. 
Come, you brave few, who only fear to fly,
We’re not enough to conquer, but to die.

Abdelm. No, prince, that mean advantage I refuse;
’Tis in your power a nobler fate to choose. 
Since we are rivals, honour does command
We should not die, but by each other’s hand. 
Retire; and, if it prove my destiny [To his men.
To fall, I charge you let the prince go free.
                                 [The Soldiers depart on both sides.