_Abdelm._ That act your foul ingratitude did show.

_Lyndar._ You are the ungrateful, since 'twas kept for you.

_Abdelm._ 'Twas kept indeed; but not by your intent:
For all your kindness I may thank the event.
Blush, Lyndaraxa, for so gross a cheat:
'Twas kept for me,--when you refused to treat! [_Ironically._

_Lyndar._ Blind man! I knew the weakness of the place:
It was my plot to do your arms this grace.
Had not my care of your renown been great,
I loved enough to offer you to treat.
She, who is loved, must little lets create;
But you bold lovers are to force your fate.
This force, you used, my maiden blush will save;
You seemed to take, what secretly I gave.
I knew we must be conquered; but I knew
What confidence I might repose in you.
I knew, you were too grateful to expose
My friends, and soldiers, to be used like foes.

_Abdelm._ Well, though I love you not, their lives shall be
Spared out of pity and humanity.--
Alferez, [_To a Soldier._] go, and let the slaughter cease.
[_Exit the Alferez._

_Lyndar._ Then must I to your pity owe my peace?
Is that the tenderest term you can afford?
Time was, you would have used another word.