This little satisfaction which you make,
I know you would presume some other time
Upon my goodness, and repeat your crime.

_Abdelm._ Oh never, never, upon no pretence;
My life's too short to expiate this offence.

_Lyndar._ No, now I think on't, 'tis in vain to try;
'Tis in your nature, and past remedy.
You'll still disquiet my too loving heart:
Now we are friends 'tis best for both to part. [_He takes her hand._

_Abdelm._ By this--Will you not give me leave to swear?

_Lyndar._ You would be perjured if you should, I fear:
And, when I talk with Prince Abdalla next,
I with your fond suspicions shall be vext.

_Abdelm._ I cannot say I'll conquer jealousy,
But, if you'll freely pardon me, I'll try.

_Lyndar._ And, till you that submissive servant prove,
I never can conclude you truly love.

_To them, the_ KING, ALMAHIDE, ABENAMAR, ESPERANZA, _Guards,
Attendants._

_Boab._ Approach, my Almahide, my charming fair,
Blessing of peace, and recompence of war.
This night is yours; and may your life still be