LYNDARAXA _re-enters, and smiles on_ ABDALLA. [_Exit_ ABDALLA.

_Abdelm._ That smile on Prince Abdalla seems to say,
You are not in your killing mood to day:
Men brand, indeed, your sex with cruelty,
But you are too good to see poor lovers die.
This god-like pity in you I extol;
And more, because, like heaven's, 'tis general.

_Lyndar._ My smile implies not that I grant his suit:
'Twas but a bare return of his salute.

_Abdelm._ It said, you were engaged, and I in place;
But, to please both, you would divide the grace.

_Lyndar._ You've cause to be contented with your part,
When he has but the look, and you the heart.

_Abdelm._ In giving but that look, you give what's mine:
I'll not one corner of a glance resign.
All's mine; and I am covetous of my store:
I have not love enough, I'll tax you more.

_Lyndar._ I gave not love; 'twas but civility:
He is a prince; that's due to his degree.

_Abdelm._ That prince you smiled on is my rival still,
And should, if me you loved, be treated ill.

_Lyndar._ I know not how to show so rude a spite.