[_Sullenly_.

_Alon_. Shall they then triumph o'er thee, who were once
Proud to attend thy conqu'ring Chariot-Wheels?

_Abd_. I care not--I am a Dog, and can bear wrongs.

_Alon_. But, Sir, my Honour is concern'd with yours,
Since my lov'd Sister did become your Wife;
And if yours suffer, mine too is unsafe.

_Abd_. I cannot help it--

_Alon_. What Ice has chill'd thy Blood?
This Patience was not wont to dwell with thee.

_Abd_. 'Tis true; but now the World is chang'd you see.
Thou art too brave to know what I resolve-- [_Aside_.
No more--here comes the King with my _Florella_.
He loves her, and she swears to me she's chaste;
'Tis well, if true--well too, if it be false: [_Aside_.
I care not, 'tis Revenge
That I must sacrifice my Love and Pleasure to.
[Alon. _and_ Abd. _stand aside_.

_Enter King, _Lords, Guards passing over the Stage_,
Florella _in a suppliant posture weeping_.

_King_. Thou woo'st me to reverse thy Husband's Doom,
And I woo thee for Mercy on my self,