I see I must become more absolute.

_Abdal._ I must submit,
On what hard terms soe'er my peace be bought.

_Lyndar._ Submit!--you speak as you were not in fault.--
'Tis evident the injury is mine;
For why should you my secret thoughts divine?

_Abdal._ Yet if we might be judged by reason's laws--

_Lyndar._ Then you would have your reason judge my cause!--
Either confess your fault, or hold your tongue;
For I am sure I'm never in the wrong.

_Abdal._ Then I acknowledge it.

_Lyndar._ Then I forgive.

_Abdal._ Under how hard a law poor lovers live!
Who, like the vanquished, must their right release,
And with the loss of reason buy their peace.-- [_Aside._
Madam, to show that you my power command,
I put my life and safety in your hand:--
Dispose of the Albayzyn as you please,
To your fair hands I here resign the keys.

_Lyndar._ I take your gift, because your love it shows,
And faithful Selin for alcade chuse.