We must surprise the court in its delight.

_Almanz._ For you to will, for me 'tis to obey:
But I would give a crown in open day;
And, when the Spaniards their assault begin,
At once beat those without, and these within. [_Exit_ ALMANZ.

_Enter_ ABDELMELECH.

_Abdelm._ Abdalla, hold!--There's somewhat I intend
To speak, not as your rival, but your friend.

_Abdal._ If as a friend, I am obliged to hear;
And what a rival says I cannot fear.

_Abdelm._ Think, brave Abdalla, what it is you do:
Your quiet, honour, and our friendship too,
All for a fickle beauty you forego.
Think, and turn back, before it be too late.
Behold in me the example of your fate:
I am your sea-mark; and, though wrecked and lost,
My ruins stand to warn you from the coast.

_Abdal._ Your counsels, noble Abdelmelech, move
My reason to accept them, not my love.
Ah, why did heaven leave man so weak defence,
To trust frail reason with the rule of sense!
'Tis over-poised and kicked up in the air,
While sense weighs down the scale, and keeps it there;
Or, like a captive king, 'tis borne away,