Abdal. O, Abdelmelech, that I knew some way
This debt of honour, which I owe, to pay! 
But fate has left this only means for me,
To die, and leave you Lyndaraxa free.

Abdelm. He, who is vanquished and is slain, is blest;
The wretched conqueror can ne’er have rest;
But is reserved a harder fate to prove. 
Bound in the fetters of dissembled love.

Abdal. Now thou art base, and I deserve her more;
Without complaint I will to death adore. 
Dar’st thou see faults, and yet dost love pretend? 
I will even Lyndaraxa’s crimes defend.

Abdelm. Maintain her cause, then, better than thy own,—­
Than thy ill got, and worse defended throne.
                                       [They fight, ABDALLA falls.

Abdelm. Now ask your life.

Abdal. ’Tis gone; that busy thing,
The soul, is packing up, and just on wing,
Like parting swallows, when they seek the spring: 
Like them, at its appointed time, it goes,
And flies to countries more unknown than those.

Enter LYNDARAXA hastily, sees them, and is going out again.
ABDELMELECH stops her.

Abdelm. No, you shall stay, and see a sacrifice,
Not offered by my sword, but by your eyes. 
From those he first ambitious poison drew,
And swelled to empire from the love of you. 
Accursed fair! 
Thy comet-blaze portends a prince’s fate;
And suffering subjects groan beneath thy weight.

Abdal. Cease, rival, cease! 
I would have forced you, but it wonnot be;
I beg you now, upbraid her not for me. 
You, fairest, to my memory be kind! [To LYNDAR. 
Lovers like me your sex will seldom find. 
When I usurped a crown for love of you,
I then did more, than, dying, now I do. 
I’m still the same as when my love begun;
And, could I now this fate foresee or shun,
Would yet do all I have already done. [Dies.
                             [She puts her handkerchief to her eyes.

Abdelm. Weep on, weep on, for it becomes you now;
These tears you to that love may well allow. 
His unrepenting soul, if it could move
Upward in crimes, flew spotted with your love;
And brought contagion to the blessed above.

Lyndar. He’s gone, and peace go with a constant mind! 
His love deserved I should have been more kind;
But then your love and greater worth I knew: 
I was unjust to him, but just to you.

Abdelm. I was his enemy, and rival too,
Yet I some tears to his misfortune owe: 
You owe him more; weep then, and join with me: 
So much is due even to humanity.

Lyndar. Weep for this wretch, whose memory I hate! 
Whose folly made us both unfortunate! 
Weep for this fool, who did my laughter move! 
This whining, tedious, heavy lump of love!