a pomp of death!

_Benz._ The horrid spectacle my soul does fright:
I want the heart to see the dismal sight.

_Selin._ You are my principal invited guest,
Whose eyes I would not only feed, but feast:
You are to smile at his last groaning breath,
And laugh to see his eye-balls roll in death;
To judge the lingering soul's convulsive strife,
When thick short breath catches at parting life.

_Benz._ And of what marble do you think me made?

_Selin._ What! can you be of just revenge afraid?

_Benz._ He killed my brother in his own defence.
Pity his youth, and spare his innocence.

_Selin._ Art thou so soon to pardon murder won?
Can he be innocent, who killed my son?
Abenamar shall mourn as well as I;
His Ozmyn, for my Tarifa, shall die.
But since thou plead'st so boldly, I will see
That justice, thou would'st hinder, done by thee.
Here, [_Gives her his sword._] take the sword, and do a sister's part:
Pierce his, fond girl, or I will pierce thy heart.

_Ozm._ To his commands I join my own request;
All wounds from you are welcome to my breast:
Think only, when your hand this act has done,
It has but finished what your eyes begun.
I thought, with silence, to have scorned my doom;
But now your noble pity has o'ercome;
Which I acknowledge with my latest breath,--
The first whoe'er began a love in death.

_Benz._ to _Selin._ Alas, what aid can my weak hand afford?
You see I tremble when I touch a sword:
The brightness dazzles me, and turns my sight;
Or, if I look, 'tis but to aim less right.

_Ozm._ I'll guide the hand which must my death convey;
My leaping heart shall meet it half the way.

_Selin_ to _Benz._ Waste not the precious time in idle breath.

_Benz._ Let me resign this instrument of death.
[_Giving the sword to her father, and then pulling it back._
Ah, no! I was too hasty to resign:
'Tis in your hand more mortal than in mine.

_Enter_ HAMET.

_Hamet._ The king is from the Alhambra beaten back,
And now preparing for a new attack;
To favour which, he wills, that instantly
You reinforce him with a new supply.

_Selin_ to _Benz._ Think not, although my duty calls me hence,
That with the breach of yours I will dispense.
Ere my return, see my commands you do:
Let me find Ozmyn dead, and killed by you.--
Gazul and Reduan, attend her still;
And, if she dares to fail, perform my will.
[_Exeunt_ SELIN _and_ HAMET.
[BENZA