We'll interest heaven for us, in right of you. [_Exeunt._


SCENE II.--_The Albayzyn._

_An alarm within; then Soldiers running over the stage. Enter_
ABDELMELECH, _victorious, with Soldiers._

_Abdelm._ 'Tis won, 'tis won! and Lyndaraxa, now,
Who scorned to treat, shall to a conquest bow.
To every sword I free commission give;
Fall on, my friends, and let no rebel live.
Spare only Lyndaraxa; let her be
In triumph led, to grace my victory.
Since by her falsehood she betrayed my love,
Great as that falsehood my revenge shall prove.--

_Enter_ LYNDARAXA, _as frightened, attended by women._

Go, take the enchantress, bring her to me bound!

_Lyndar._ Force needs not, where resistance is not found:
I come, myself, to offer you my hands;
And, of my own accord, invite your bands.
I wished to be my Abdelmelech's slave;
I did but wish,--and easy fortune gave.

_Abdelm._ O, more than woman false!--but 'tis in vain.--
Can you ere hope to be believed again?
I'll sooner trust the hyæna, than your smile;