If by his sword I perish, let him know
It was, because I would not be his foe.

_Ozm._ Goodness and virtue all your actions guide;
You only err in choosing of your side.
That party I, with honour, cannot take;
But can much less the care of you forsake:
I must not draw my sword against my prince,
But yet may hold a shield in your defence.
Benzayda, free from danger, here shall stay,
And for a father and a lover pray.

_Benz._ No, no! I gave not on those terms my heart,
That from my Ozmyn I should ever part:
That love I vowed, when you did death attend,
'Tis just that nothing but my death should end.
What merchant is it, who would stay behind,
His whole stock ventured to the waves and wind?
I'll pray for both, but both shall be in sight;
And heaven shall hear me pray, and see you fight.

_Selin._ No longer, Ozmyn, combat a design,
Where so much love, and so much virtue join.

_Ozm._ [_To_ BENZ.]
Then conquer, and your conquest happy be,
Both to yourself, your father, and to me.--
With bended knees our freedom we'll demand
Of Isabel, and mighty Ferdinand:
Then while the paths of honour we pursue,