_Almanz._ And he shall buy it dear! What his he calls,
We will not give one stone from out these walls.

_Boab._ Take this for answer, then,--
Whate'er your arms have conquered of my land,
I will, for peace, resign to Ferdinand.--
To harder terms my mind I cannot bring;
But, as I still have lived, will die a king.

_D. Arcos._ Since thus you have resolved, henceforth prepare
For all the last extremities of war:
My king his hope from heaven's assistance draws.

_Almanz._ The Moors have heaven, and me, to assist their cause.
[_Exit_ ARCOS.

_Enter_ ESPERANZA.

_Esper._ Fair Almahide,
(Who did with weeping eyes these discords see,
And fears the omen may unlucky be,)
Prepares a zambra to be danced this night.
In hope soft pleasures may your minds unite.

_Boab._ My mistress gently chides the fault I made:
But tedious business has my love delayed,--
Business which dares the joys of kings invade.

_Almanz._ First let us sally out, and meet the foe.