Protect me but one hour, till they are gone.

_Lyndar._ They'll know you have been here; it cannot be;
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 prove,
I'll recommend you to the powers above. [_Exit_ LYND. _from above._

_Abdal._ She's gone: Ah, faithless and ungrateful maid!--
I hear some tread; and fear I am betrayed.
I'll to the Spanish king; and try if he,
To countenance his own right, will succour me:
There is more faith in Christian dogs, than thee. [_Exit._

_Enter_ OZMYN, BENZAYDA, _and_ ABENAMAR.

_Benz._ I wish
(To merit all these thanks) I could have said,
My pity only did his virtue aid;
'Twas pity, but 'twas of a love-sick maid.
His manly suffering my esteem did move;
That bred compassion, and compassion love.

_Ozm._ O blessing sold me at too cheap a rate!
My danger was the benefit of fate. [_To his father._
But that you may my fair deliverer know,
She was not only born our house's foe,
But to my death by powerful reasons led;
At least, in justice, she might wish me dead.