They from Morocco, you from Cordova.

_Ham._ Their mongrel race is mixed with Christian breed;
Hence 'tis that they those dogs in prisons feed.

_Abdelm._ Our holy prophet wills, that charity
Should even to birds and beasts extended be:
None knows what fate is for himself designed;
The thought of human chance should make us kind.

_Gom._ We waste that time we to revenge should give:
Fall on: let no Abencerrago live.
[_Advancing before the rest of his party._ ALMANZOR
_advancing on the other side, and describing a
line with his sword._

_Almanz._ Upon thy life pass not this middle space;
Sure death stands guarding the forbidden place.

_Gom._ To dare that death, I will approach yet nigher;
Thus,--wert thou compassed in with circling fire. [_They fight._

_Boab._ Disarm them both; if they resist you, kill.
[ALMANZOR, _in the midst of the guards, kills_
GOMEL, _and then is disarmed._

_Almanz._ Now you have but the leavings of my will.

_Boab._ Kill him! this insolent unknown shall fall,
And be the victim to atone you all.