_Flor_. Such Love as humble Subjects owe their King.
[_Kneels, he takes her up_.
And such as I dare pay, I offer here.

_King_. I must confess it is a Price too glorious:
But, my _Florella_--

_Abd_. I'll interrupt your amorous Discourse. [_Aside_.
[Abd. _comes up to them_.

_Flor_. Sir, _Abdelazer's_ here.

_King_. His Presence never was less welcome to me;--
[_Aside_.
But, Madam, durst the Cardinal use this Insolence?
Where is your noble Husband?

_Abd_. He sees me, yet inquires for me. [_Aside_.

_Flor_. Sir, my Lord is here.

_King. Abdelazer_, I have heard with much surprize,
O' th' Injuries you've receiv'd, and mean to right you:
My Father lov'd you well, made you his General,
I think you worthy of that Honour still.

_Abd_. True--for my Wife's sake. [_Aside_.

_King_. When my Coronation is solemnized,