Be present there, and re-assume your wonted State and Place;
And see how I will check the insolent Cardinal.

_Abd_. I humbly thank my Sovereign--
[_Kneels, and kisses the_ King's _Hand_.
That he loves my Wife so well. [_Aside_.
[_Exeunt_.
_Manent_ Abdelazer, Florella.

_Flor_. Wilt thou not pay my Service with one Smile?
Have I not acted well the Suppliant's part?

_Abd_. Oh wonderfully! y'ave learnt the Art to move.
Go, leave me.

_Flor_. Still out of humour, thoughtful and displeas'd?
And why at me, my _Abdelazer_? what have I done?

_Abd_. Rarely! you cannot do amiss you are so beautiful.
So very fair--Go, get you in, I say--
[_Turns her in roughly_.
She has the art of dallying with my Soul,
Teaching it lazy softness from her Looks.
But now a nobler Passion's enter'd there,
And blows it thus--to Air--Idol Ambition,
_Florella_ must to thee a Victim fall:
Revenge,--to thee--a Cardinal and Prince:
And to my Love and Jealousy, a King--
More yet, my mighty Deities, I'll do,
None that you e'er inspir'd like me shall act;