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I'll be so wretched, filld with such despair,
Almah. Adieu, then, O my soul's far better part !
in death, which but prolong our pain. But, since the king is now a part of me, Cease from henceforth to be his enemy. Go now, for pity go! for, if you stay, I fear I shall have something still to say, Thus-I for ever shut you from my sight. [Veils. Almanz. Like one thrust out in a cold winter's
night, Yet shivering underneath your gate I stay ; One look I cannot go before 'tis day.---
(She beckons him to be gone. Not oneFarewell. Whate'er my sufferings be Within, I'll speak farewell as loud as she : I will not be out-done in constancy.
[She turns her back. Then like a dying conqueror I go ; At least I have look'd last upon my foe. I go—but, if too heavily I move, I walk encumber'd with a weight of love. Fain I would leave the thought of you behind, But still, the more I cast you from my mind, You dash, like water, back, when thrown against the wind.
(Exit. As he goes off, the King meets him with ABENAMAR;
they stare at each other without saluting. Boab. With him
my fears. A guard there wait, And see him safe without the city gate.
To them ABDELMELECH.
Abdelm. Th'usurper to the Christian camp is fled;
Boab. Haste, and reduce it instantly by force. Abdelm. First give me leave to prove a milder
She will, perhaps, on summons yield the place. Boab. We cannot to your suit refuse her grace.
[One enters hastily, and whispers ABENAMAR. Aben. How fortune persecutes this hoary head ! My Ozmyn is with Selin's daughter fled. But he's no more my son. My hate shall like a Zegry him pursue, Till I take back what blood from me he drew. Boab. Let war and vengeance be to-morrow's
care ; But let us to the temple now repair. A thousand torches make the mosque more bright: This must be mine and Almahide's night. Hence, ye importunate affairs of state, You should not tyrannize on love, but wait. Had life no love, none would for business live; Yet still from love the largest part we give; And must be forced, in empire's weary toil, To live long wretched, to be pleased a while.
Success, which can no more than beauty last,