_Almanz._ This counsellor an old man's caution shows,
Who fears that little, he has left, to lose:
Age sets a fortune; while youth boldly throws.
But let us first your drooping soldiers cheer;
Then seek out danger, ere it dare appear:
This hour I fix your crown upon your brow;
Next hour fate gives it, but I give it now. [_Exeunt._


SCENE II.

_Enter_ LYNDARAXA.

_Lyndar._ O, could I read the dark decrees of fate,
That I might once know whom to love, or hate!
For I myself scarce my own thoughts can guess,
So much I find them varied by success.
As in some weather-glass, my love I hold;
Which falls or rises with the heat or cold.--
I will be constant yet, if fortune can;
I love the king,--let her but name the man.

_Enter_ HALYMA.

_Hal._ Madam, a gentleman, to me unknown,
Desires that he may speak with you alone.

_Lyndar._ Some message from the king.--Let him appear.

_Enter_ ABDELMELECH; _who throws off his disguise.--She starts._