Having something to impart to her, that concern'd his Life.

_Abd_. And so it shall, by Heav'n! [_Aside_.

_Zar_. But she deny'd, and he the more intreated--
But all in vain, Sir.

_Abd_. Go, _Osmin_, (you the Captain of my Guard of Moors)
Chuse out the best affected Officers,
To keep the Watch to Night--
Let every Guard be doubled--you may be liberal too--
And when I gave the Word, be ready all.

_Osm_. What shall the Word be?
[_Ex_. Zarrack.

_Abd_. Why--Treason--mean time make it your Business,
To watch the Prince's coming from the Banquet;
Heated with Wine, and fearless of his Person,
You'll find him easily to be attack'd.

_Osm_. Sir, do not doubt my Management nor Success.
[_Ex_. Osmin.

_Abd_. So, I thank thee, Nature, that in making me,
Thou didst design me Villain;
Hitting each Faculty for active Mischief:
Thou skilful Artist, thank thee for my Face,
It will discover nought that's hid within.
Thus arm'd for Ills,