, that half have never heard the news.
Fame's out of breath, ere she can fly so far,
To tell them all, that you have e'er made war.

_Almanz._ It pleases me your army is so great;
For now I know there's more to conquer yet.
By heaven! I'll see what troops you have behind:
I'll face this storm, that thickens in the wind;
And, with bent forehead, full against it go,
'Till I have found the last and utmost foe.

_D. Arcos._ Believe, you shall not long attend in vain:
To-morrow's dawn shall cover all the plain;
Bright arms shall flash upon you from afar,
A wood of lances, and a moving war.
But I, unhappy, in my bonds, must yet
Be only pleased to hear of your defeat,
And with a slave's inglorious ease remain,
'Till conquering Ferdinand has broke my chain.

_Almanz._ Vain man, thy hopes of Ferdinand are weak!
I hold thy chain too fast for him to break.
But, since thou threaten'st us, I'll set thee free,
That I again may fight, and conquer thee.

_D. Arcos._ Old as I am, I take thee at thy word,
And will to-morrow thank thee with my sword.

_Almanz._ I'll go, and instantly acquaint the king,
And sudden orders for thy freedom bring.
Thou canst not be so pleased at liberty,
As I shall be to find thou darest be free.
[_Exeunt_ ALMANZOR, ARCOS, _and the rest, excepting
only_ ABDALLA _and_ ZULEMA.

_Abdal._ Of all those Christians who infest this town,
This duke of Arcos is of most renown.

_Zul._ Oft have I heard, that, in your father's reign,
His bold adventurers beat the neighbouring plain;
Then under Ponce Leon's name he fought,
And from our triumphs many prizes brought;
Till in disgrace from Spain at length he went,
And since continued long in banishment.

_Abdal._ But, see, your beauteous sister does appear.

_Enter_ LYNDARAXA.

_Zul._ By my desire she came to find me here.
[ZULEMA _and_ LYNDARAXA _whisper; then_ ZUL.
_goes out, and_ LYNDAR. _is going after._

_Abdal._ Why, fairest Lyndaraxa, do you fly [_Staying her._
A prince, who at your feet is proud to die?

_Lyndar._ Sir, I should blush to own so rude a thing, [_Staying._
As 'tis to shun the brother of my king.

_Abdal._ In my hard fortune, I some ease should find,
Did your disdain extend to all mankind.
But give me leave to grieve, and to complain,
That you give others what I beg in vain.

_Lyndar._ Take my esteem, if you on that can l