Almanzor, therefore, must with prayers be brought.

_Enter a second Messenger._

_2 Mess._ Haste all you can their fury to assuage:
You are not safe from their rebellious rage.

_Enter a third Messenger._

_3 Mess._ This minute, if you grant not their desire,
They'll seize your person, and your palace fire.

_Abdelm._ Your danger, sir, admits of no delay.

_Boab._ In tumults people reign, and kings obey.--
Go and appease them with the vow I make,
That they shall have their loved Almanzor back. [_Exit_ ABDEL.
Almanzor has the ascendant o'er my fate;
I'm forced to stoop to one I fear and hate:
Disgraced, distressed, in exile, and alone,
He's greater than a monarch on his throne:
Without a realm, a royalty he gains;
Kings are the subjects over whom he reigns.
[_A shout of acclamations within._

_Aben._ These shouts proclaim the people satisfied.

_Boab._ We for another tempest must provide.
To promise his return as I was loth,
So I want power now to perform my oath.