Is open every day to enemies.
You look around, O queen, as though you feared
Their entrance--Julian I pursue no more;
You conquer him--return we; I bequeath
Ruin, extermination, not reproach.
How we may best attain your peace and will
We must consider in some other place,
Not, lady, in the midst of snares and wiles
How to supplant your charms and seize your crown.
I rescue it, fear not: yes, we retire.
Whatever is your wish becomes my own,
Nor is there in this land but who obeys.
[He leads her away.



THIRD ACT: FIRST SCENE.



Palace in XERES.

RODERIGO and OPAS.

ROD. Impossible! she could not thus resign
Me, for a miscreant of Barbary,
A mere adventurer: but that citron face
Shall bleach and shrivel the whole winter long
There, on you cork-tree by the sallyport.
She shall return.