_Abd_. I'll tear my Tongue out for its Profanation.

_Qu_. And when I woo'd thee but to smile upon me,
Thou cry'st--Away, I'm dull, unfit for Dalliance.

_Abd_. Call back the frighted Blood into thy Cheeks,
And I'll obey the Dictates of my Love,
And smile, and kiss, and dwell for ever here--
_Enter_ Osmin hastily.
How now--why star'st thou so?

_Osm_. My Lord--the King is dead.

_Abd_. The King dead!--'Twas time then to dissemble. [_Aside_.
What means this Rudeness?--
[_One knocks_.

_Enter_ Zarrack.

_Zar_. My Lord--the Cardinal inquiring for the Queen,
The Court is in an uproar, none can find her.

_Abd_. Not find the Queen! and wou'd they search her here?

_Qu_. What shall I do? I must not here be found.

_Abd_. Oh, do not fear--no Cardinal enters here;
No King--no God, that means to be secure--
Slaves guard the Doors, and suffer none to enter,
Whilst I, my charming Queen, provide for your Security--