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The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 04 by John Dryden
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Whate'er I owed you, this has cancelled all.

_Almanz._ I'll call thee thankless, king, and perjured both:
Thou swor'st by Alha, and hast broke thy oath.
But thou dost well; thou tak'st the cheapest way;
Not to own services thou canst not pay.

_Boab._ My patience more than pays thy service past;
But now this insolence shall be thy last.
Hence from my sight! and take it as a grace,
Thou liv'st, and art but banished from the place.

_Almanz._ Where'er I go, there can no exile be;
But from Almanzor's sight I banish thee:
I will not now, if thou wouldst beg me, stay;
But I will take my Almahide away.
Stay thou with all thy subjects here; but know,
We leave thy city empty when we go. [_Takes_ ALMAHIDE'S _hand._

_Boab._ Fall on; take; kill the traitor.
[_The Guards fall on him; he makes at the King
through the midst of them, and falls upon
him; they disarm him, and rescue the King._

_Almanz._ --Base and poor,
Blush that thou art Almanzor's conqueror.
[ALMAHIDE _wrings her hands, then turns and
veils her face._
Farewell, my Almahide!
Life of itself will go, now thou art gone,
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