[_Trumpets sound a charge within, and soldiers shout._
What shouts, and what new sounds of war are these?

_Lyndar._ Fortune, I hope, has favoured my intent, [_Aside._
Of gaining time, and welcome succours sent.

_Enter the Alferez._

_Alferez._ All's lost, and you are fatally deceived:
The foe is entered, and the place relieved.
Scarce from the walls had I drawn off my men,
When, from their camp, the enemy rushed in,
And prince Abdalla entered first the gate.

_Abdelm._ I am betrayed, and find it now too late.
When your proud soul to flatteries did descend, [_To her._
I might have known it did some ill portend.
The weary seaman stormy weather fears,
When winds shift often, and no cause appears.
You by my bounty live--
Your brothers, too, were pardoned for my sake,
And this return your gratitude does make.

_Lyndar._ My brothers best their own obligement know;
Without your charging me with what they owe.
But, since you think the obligement is so great,
I'll bring a friend to satisfy my debt. [_Looking behind._

_Abdelm._ Thou shalt not triumph in thy base design;
Though not thy fort, thy person shall be mine.