And, in him, each Abencerrago reigns.

_Abdal._ What face of any title can I bring?

_Zul._ The right an eldest son has to be king.
Your father was at first a private man,
And got your brother ere his reign began;
When, by his valour, he the crown had won,
Then you were born a monarch's eldest son.

_Abdal._ To sharp-eyed reason this would seem untrue;
But reason I through love's false optics view.

_Zul._ Love's mighty power has led me captive too;
I am in it unfortunate as you.

_Abdal._ Our loves and fortunes shall together go;
Thou shalt be happy, when I first am so.

_Zul._ The Zegrys at old Selin's house are met,
Where, in close council, for revenge they sit:
There we our common interest will unite;
You their revenge shall own, and they your right.
One thing I had forgot, which may import:
I met Almanzor coming back from court,
But with a discomposed and speedy pace,
A fiery colour kindling all his face:
The king his prisoner's freedom has denied,
And that refusal has provoked his pride.