 | Count Julian |  |
FIFTH SCENE.
Roderigo is going: Muza enters with Egilona: Roderigo starts back.Muza
(sternly to Egilona).
Enter, since 'tis the custom in this land.
Egilona
(passing Muza, points to Abdalazis).
Is this our future monarch, or art thou?
Julian.
'Tis Abdalazis, son of Muza, prince
Commanding Africa, from Abyla
To where Tunisian pilots bend the eye
O'er ruin'd temples in the glassy wave.
Till quiet times and ancient laws return
He comes to govern here.
Roderigo.
To-morrow's dawn
Proves that.
Muza.
What art thou?
Roderigo
(drawing his sword).
King.
Abdalazis.
Amazement!
Muza.
Treason!
Egilona.
O horror!
Muza.
Seize him.
Egilona.
Spare him! fly to me!
Julian.
Urge me not to protect a guest, a herald,
The blasts of war roar over him unfelt.
Egilona.
Ah fly, unhappy!
Roderigo.
Fly! no, Egilona!
Dost thou forgive me? dost thou love me? still?
Egilona.
I hate, abominate, abhor thee .. go,
Or my own vengeance ..
Roderigo
(takes Julian's hand; invites him to attack Muza and Abdalazis.)
Julian!
Julian.
Hence, or die.
| Count Julian | |