Might I not make it as my last request,
(Since humble carriage suits a suppliant best)
That you would somewhat of your fierceness hide --
|That inborn fire -- I do not call it pride?||470|
ALMANZ. Born, as I am, still to command, not sue,
Yet you shall see that I can beg for you;
And if your father will require a crown,
Let him but name the kingdom, 'tis his own.
|I am, but while I please, a private man;||475|
I will pick out whom I will choose to head:
The best and bravest souls I can select,
|And on their conquered necks my throne erect.||480|
ABDALLA alone, under the walls of the Albayzin.
ABDAL. While she is mine, I have not yet lost all,
But in her arms shall have a gentle fall:
Blest in my love, although in war o'ercome,
I fly, like Antony from Actium,
|To meet a better Cleopatra here. --||5|
SOLDIER (above). Who calls below? What's your
ABDAL. 'Tis I:
Open the gate with speed; the foe is nigh.
SOLDIER. What orders for admittance do you bring?
ABDAL. Slave, my own orders; look, and know
SOLDIER. I know you; but my charge is so severe That none, without exception, enter here.
ABDAL. Traitor, and rebel! thou shalt shortly see
Thy orders are not to extend to me.
LYNDAR. (above). What saucy slave so rudely
ABDAL. Dear Lyndaraxa, haste; the foes pursue.
LYNDAR. My lord, the Prince Abdalla, is it you?
I scarcely can believe the words I hear;
|Could you so coarsely treat my officer?||20|
ABDAL. He forced me; but the danger nearer
When I am entered, you shall know the cause.
LYNDAR. Entered! Why, have you any business
ABDAL. I am pursued, the enemy is near.
LYNDAR. Are you pursued, and do you thus de-
ABDAL. Give me not cause to think you mock my
What place have I, but this, for my relief?
LYNDAR. This favor does your handmaid much
|But we are not provided for a siege:||30|
This to my noble lord may seem unkind,
But he will weigh it in his princely mind;
|And pardon her, who does assurance want||35|
ABDAL. Yes, you may blush; and you have cause
Is this the faith you promised me to keep?
Ah yet, if to a lover you will bring
|No succor, give your succor to a king.||40|
LYNDAR. A king is he, whom nothing can with-
Who men and money can with ease command:
A king is he, whom fortune still does bless:
He is a king, who does a crown possess.
|If you would have me think that you are he,||45|
You're but a single person, not a king.
ABDAL. Ingrateful maid, did I for this rebel?
|I say no more; but I have loved too well.||50|
LYNDAR. Who but yourself did that rebellion
Did I e'er promise to receive your love?
Is it my fault you are not fortunate?
I love a king, but a poor rebel hate.
ABDAL. Who follow fortune, still are in the
LYNDAR. The place tomorrow will be circled round; And then no way will for your flight be found.
ABDAL. I hear my enemies just coming on;
|Protect me but one hour, till they are gone.||60|
LYNDAR. They'll know you have been here; it
That very hour you stay, will ruin me:
For if the foe behold our interview,
I shall be thought a rebel too, like you
Haste hence; and that your flight may prosperous
Exit LYNDARAXA from above.
ABDAL. She's gone! Ah, faithless and ingrateful
I hear some tread; and fear I am betrayed.
|I'll to the Spanish king; and try if he,||70|
|To count'nance his own right, will succor me.|
There is more faith in Christian dogs, than|
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Publication information: Book title: British Dramatists from Dryden to Sheridan. Contributors: George Henry Nettleton - Editor, Arthur Eillicot Case - Editor. Publisher: Boston ; Houghton Mifflin company,.. Place of publication: Boston; New York. Publication year: 1939. Page number: 31.