Or, than your tears, the weeping crocodile.
In war and love none should be twice deceived;
The fault is mine if you are now believed.

_Lyndar._ Be overwise, then, and too late repent;
Your crime will carry its own punishment.
I am well pleased not to be justified;
I owe no satisfaction to your pride.
It will be more advantage to my fame,
To have it said, I never owned a flame.

_Abdelm._ 'Tis true, my pride has satisfied itself:
I have at length escaped the deadly shelf.
The excuses you prepare will be in vain,
Till I am fool enough to love again.

_Lyndar._ Am I not loved?

_Abdelm._ I must with shame avow,
I loved you once;--but do not love you now.

_Lyndar._ Have I for this betrayed Abdalla's trust?
You are to me, as I to him, unjust. [_Angrily._

_Abdelm._ 'Tis like you have done much for love of me,
Who kept the fortress of my enemy.

_Lyndar._ 'Tis true, I took the fortress from his hand;
But, since, have kept it in my own command.