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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