_Abdal._ Led on by you, we on to triumph go.

_Boab._ Then with the day let war and tumult cease;
The night be sacred to our love and peace:
'Tis just some joys on weary kings should wait;
'Tis all we gain by being slaves to state. [_Exeunt._


ACT II. SCENE I.

_Enter_ ABDALLA, ABDELMELECH, OZMYN, ZULEMA, _and_ HAMET, _as
returning from the sally._

_Abdal._ This happy day does to Granada bring
A lasting peace, and triumphs to the king!--
The two fierce factions will no longer jar,
Since they have now been brothers in the war.
Those who, apart, in emulation fought,
The common danger to one body brought;
And, to his cost, the proud Castilian finds
Our Moorish courage in united minds.

_Abdelm._ Since to each others aid our lives we owe,
Lose we the name of faction, and of foe;
Which I to Zulema can bear no more,
Since Lyndaraxa's beauty I adore.

_Zul._ I am obliged to Lyndaraxa's charms,
Which gain the conquest I should lose by arms;