_Red._ Haste quickly hence; the enemies are nigh!
From every part I see the soldiers fly.
The foes not only our assailants beat,
But fiercely sally out on their retreat,
And, like a sea broke loose, come on amain.

_Enter_ ABENAMAR, _and a party with their swords drawn, driving in
some of the enemies._

_Aben._ Traitors, you hope to save yourselves in vain!--
Your forfeit lives shall for your treason pay;
And Ozmyn's blood shall be revenged this day.

_Ozm._ No, sir, your Ozmyn lives; and lives to own
[_Kneeling to his father._
A father's piety to free his son.

_Aben._ My Ozmyn!--O, thou blessing of my age! [_Embracing him._
And art thou safe from their deluded rage!--
Whom must I praise for thy deliverance?
Was it thy valour, or the work of chance?

_Ozm._ Nor chance, nor valour, could deliver me;
But 'twas a noble pity set me free.--
My liberty, and life,
And what your happiness you're pleased to call,
We to this charming beauty owe it all.

_Aben._ Instruct me, visible divinity!-- [_To her._