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SCENE V.

Carlos, Pizarro to him, who runs and embraces him.
Piz.
Welcome to Liberty, my Friend!

Carl.
Alas! How can that State be welcome,
Which may for ever shut me out
From dear Zorayda's Sight?

Piz.
Not so the tender Virgin hop'd,
When she contriv'd for your Release.
O Golden Ransom ill-employ'd,
Were that to be th'Event!

Carl.
Do I then to the Charmer's Goodness
Owe my Enfranchisement?

Piz.
To her alone—You now exchange
The servile Fetters of Constraint
For her soft, pleasureable, Chains;
Link'd in the Arms of Love.

Carl.
This swift Vicissitude of Fate
Chides my desponding Soul; and tells me,
Man ought not to despair.

Piz.
The Heav'ns are watchful for our Good,
When least they promise Aid;
Shifting th'uncertain Scene.

Carl.
Comfort, how sweet from Friendship's Tongue!
What now remains my Bliss to crown?

Piz.
My Roof for your Reception waits.
There, Change of Habit is assign'd,
Suiting your Change of State.
You must the Moorish Garb assume,
So shall you pass Abdalla's Slaves
Unquestion'd, unsuspected;
And, in your lov'd Zorayda's Eyes,
Pour forth in Thanks your grateful Soul.

Carl.
My best Deliv'rer!—Time, I trust,
Shall aid me to requite your Love.
Like guiding Hermes, lead me strait
To second Life.—My bounding Heart
Beats with unwonted Joy.

Exeunt.