But till your wishes and your hopes agree,
You shall be still a private man with me.

_Abdal._ If I am king, and if my brother die,--

_Lyndar._ Two if's scarce make one possibility.

_Abdal._ The rule of happiness by reason scan;
You may be happy with a private man.

_Lyndar._ That happiness I may enjoy, 'tis true;
But then that private man must not be you.
Where'er I love, I'm happy in my choice;
If I make you so, you shall pay my price.

_Abdal._ Why would you be so great?

_Lyndar._ Because I've seen,
This day, what 'tis to hope to be a queen.--
Heaven, how you all watched each motion of her eye!
None could be seen while Almahide was by,
Because she is to be--her majesty!--
Why would I be a queen? Because my face
Would wear the title with a better grace.
If I became it not, yet it would be
Part of your duty, then, to flatter me.
These are but half the charms of being great;
I would be somewhat, that I know not yet:--
Yes! I avow the ambition of my soul,
To be that one to live without controul!