t's actions see:
The fair and brave on each side shall contest;
And they shall overcome, who love the best. [_Exeunt._

SCENE II.--_The Alhambra._

_Enter_ ZULEMA.

_Zul._ True, they have pardoned me; but do they know
What folly 'tis to trust a pardoned foe?
A blush remains in a forgiven face:
It wears the silent tokens of disgrace.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon, who have done the wrong.
My hopeful fortunes lost! and, what's above
All I can name or think, my ruined love!
Feigned honesty shall work me into trust,
And seeming penitence conceal my lust.
Let heaven's great eye of Providence now take
One day of rest, and ever after wake.

_Enter_ BOABDELIN, ABENAMAR, _and Guards._

_Boab._ Losses on losses! as if heaven decreed
Almanzor's valour should alone succeed.

_Aben._ Each sally we have made, since he is gone,
Serves but to pull our speedy ruin on.

_Boab._ Of all mankind, the heaviest fate he bears,
Who the last crown of sinking empire wears.
No kindly planet of his birth took care:
Heaven's outcast, and the dross of every star!
[_A tumultuous noise within._

_Enter_ ABDELMELECH.

What new misfortunes do these cries presage?

_Abdelm._ They are the effects of the mad people's rage.
All in despair tumultuously they swarm:
The fairest streets already take the alarm;
The needy creep from cellars under ground;
To them new cries from tops of garrets sound;
The aged from the chimneys seek the cold;
And wives from windows helpless infants hold.

_Boab._ See what the many-headed beast demands.-- [_Exit_ ABDELM.
Cursed is that king, whose's honour's in their hands.
In senates, either they too slowly grant,
Or saucily refuse to aid my want;
And, when their thrift has ruined me in war,
They call their insolence my want of care.

_Aben._ Cursed be their leaders, who that rage foment,
And veil, with public good, their discontent:
They keep the people's purses in their hands,
And hector kings to grant their wild demands;
But to each lure, a court throws out, descend,
And prey on those they promised to defend.

_Zul._ Those kings, who to their wild demands consent,
Teach others the same way to discontent.
Freedom in subjects is not, nor can be;
But still, to please them, we must call them free.
Propriety, which they their idol make,
Or law, or law's interpreters, can shake.

_Aben._ The name of commo