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ACT. III.

Scene, The Alhambra.
Almahide, Esperanza.
Espe.
Affected Modesty has much of Pride;
That scarfe he begg'd, you could not have deny'd:
Nor does it shock the Vertue of a Wife,
When giv'n that man, to whom you owe your life.

Almah.
Heav'n knows from all intent of ill 'twas free:
Yet it may feed my Husbands jealousie,
And, for that cause, I wish it were not done.
[To them Boabdelin; and walks apart:
See where he comes all pensive and alone;
A gloomy Fury has o're-spread his Face:
'Tis so! and all my Fears are come to pass.

[Boabdelin aside.
Marriage, thou curse of Love; and snare of Life,
That first debas'd a Mistress to a Wife!
Love, like a Scene, at distance should appear;
But Marriage views the gross-daub'd Landschape neer.
Loves nauseous cure! thou cloyst whom thou shoudst pleas;
And, when thou cur'st, then thou art the disease.
When Hearts are loose, thy Chain our bodies tyes;
Love couples Friends; but Marriage Enemies.
If Love, like mine, continues after thee,
'Tis soon made sowr, and turn'd by Jealousie.
No sign of Love in jealous Men remains
But that which sick men have of life; their pains.

[Almahide walking to him.
Has my dear Lord some new affliction had?
Have I done any thing that makes him sad?

Boab.
You, nothing, You! but let me walk alone!

Almah.
I will not leave you till the cause be known:
My knowledge of the ill may bring relief;

Boab.
Thank ye: You never faile to cure my grief!
Trouble me not; my grief concerns not you.

Almah.
While I have life I will your steps pursue.

Boab.
I'me out of humour now; you must not stay.

Almah.
I fear it is that Scarfe I gave away.

Boab.
No; 'tis not that:—but speak of it no more:
Go hence; I am not what I was before.

Almah.
Then I will make you so: give me your hand!
Can you this pressing, and these Tears withstand?

[Boab sighing and going off from her
O Heav'n, were she but mine, or mine alone!
Ah, why are not the Hearts of Women known!
False Women to new joys, unseen can move:
There are no prints left in the paths of Love.
All Goods besides by publick marks are known;
But what we most desire to keep, has none.

[Almah. approaching him.
Why will you in your Brest your passion croud
Like unborn Thunder rowling in a Cloud?
Torment not your poor Heart; but set it free;
And rather let its fury break on me.
I am not married to a God; I know,
Men must have Passions, and can bear from you.
I fear th'unlucky Present I have made!

Boab.
O pow'r of Guilt; how Conscience can upbraid!
It forces her not onely to reveal
But to repeat what she would most conceal!

Almah.
Can such a toy, and giv'n in publick too—

Boab.
False Woman, you contriv'd it should be so.
That publick Gift in private was design'd,
The Embleme of the Love you meant to bind.
Hence from my sight, ungrateful as thou art;
And, when I can, I'le banish thee my heart.

[she weeps.
To them Almanzor wearing the scarfe:
he sees her weep.
Almanz.
What precious drops are those
Which, silently, each others track pursue,
Bright as young Diamonds in their infant dew?
Your lustre you should free from tears maintain;
Like Egypt, rich without the help of rain.
Now curst be he who gave this cause of grief;
And double curst who does not give relief.

Almah.
Our common fears, and publick miseries
Have drawn these tears from my afflicted eies.

Alman.
Madam, I cannot easily believe
It is for any publick cause you grieve.
On your fair face the marks of sorrow lie;
But I read fury in your Husbands eye.
And, in that passion, I too plainly find
That you'r unhappy; and that he's unkind.

Almah.
Not new-made Mothers greater love express
Than he; when with first looks their babes they bless.
Not Heav'n is more to dying Martyrs Kind;
Nor guardian Angels to their charge asign'd.

Boab.
O goodness counterfeited to the life!
O the well acted vertue of a wife.
Would you with this my just suspitions blind?
You've given me great occasion to be kind!
The marks, too, of your spotless love appear;
Witness the badge of my dishonor there.

Pointing to Almonzor's scarfe.
Almanz.
Unworthy owner of a gemme so rare!
Heav'ns, why must he possess, and I despair!
Why is this Miser doom'd to all this store:
He who has all, and yet believes he's poor?

Almah.
to Almanz.
You'r much too bold, to blame a jealousy,
So kind in him, and so desir'd by me.
The faith of wives would unrewarded prove,
Without those just observers of our love.
The greater care the higher passion shows;
We hold that dearest we most fear to loose.
Distrust in Lovers is too warm a Sun,
But yet 'tis Night in Love when that is gone.
And, in those Clymes which most his scorching know,
He makes the noblest fruits and Metals grow.

Alman.
Yes, there are mines of Treasure in your brest,
Seen by that jealous Sun; but not possest.
He, like a dev'l among the blest above,
Can take no pleasure in your Heaven of love.
Go, take her; and thy causless fears remove;
To the K.
Love her so well that I with rage may dy:
Dull husbands have no right to jealousie:
If that's allow'd, it must in Lovers be.

Boab.
The succor which thou bring'st me makes thee bold:
But know, without thy ayd, my Crown I'le hold.
Or, if I cannot, I will fire the place:
Of a full City make a naked space.
Hence, then, and from a Rival set me free:
I'le do; I'le suffer any thing, but thee.

Almanz.
I wonnot goe; I'le not be forc'd away:
I came not for thy sake; nor do I stay.
It was the Queen who for my ayd did send;
And 'tis I only can the Queen defend:
I, for her sake thy Scepter will maintain;
And thou, by me, in spight of thee, shalt raign,

Boab.
Had I but hope I could defend this place;
Three daies, thou shoud'st not live to my disgrace.
So small a time—
Might I possess my Almahide, alone,
I would live ages out 'ere they were gone.
I should not be of love or life bereft;
All should be spent before; and nothing left.

Almahide
to Boabdelin.
As for your sake I for Almanzor sent,
So, when you please, he goes to banishment.
You shall, at last, my Loyalty approve:
I will refuse no tryal of my love.

Boab.
How can I think you love me, while I see
That trophee of a Rivals Victory?
I'le tear it from his side.—

Almanz.
I'le hold it fast
As life: and, when life's gone, I'le hold this last.
And, if thou tak'st it after I am slain,
I'le send my Ghost to fetch it back again.

Almah.
When I bestow'd that scarf, I had not thought
Or not consider'd, it might be a fau't.
But, since my Lord's displeas'd that I should make
So small a present, I command it back.
Without delay th'unlucky gift restore;
Or, from this minute, never see me more.

Almanz.
pulling it off hastily, and presenting it to her.
The shock of such a curse I dare not stand,
Thus I obey your absolute command.
[She gives it the King.
Must he the spoils of scorn'd Almanzor wear?
May Turnu's fate be thine; who dar'd to bear
The belt of murder'd Pallas; from afar
Mayst thou be known; and be the mark of War.
Live just to see it from thy shoulders torn
By common hands, and by some Coward worn.

An Alarm within.
Enter Abdelmelech, Zulema, Hamet, Abenamar: their swords drawn.
Abdelm.
Is this a time for discord or for grief?
We perish, Sir, without your quick relief.
I have been fool'd, and am unfortunate.
The foes pursue their fortune; and our fate.

Zul.
The Rebels with the Spaniards are agreed.

Boab.
Take breath; my guards shall to the fight succeed.

Abenam.
to Alman.
Why stay you, Sir, the conqu'ring foe is near:
Give us their courage; and give them our fear.

Hamet.
Take Arms, or we must perish in your sight.

Alman.
I care not; perish; for I will not fight.
I wonnot lift an arm in his defence:
And yet I wonnot stir one foot from hence.
I to your Kings defence his town resign;
This onely spot whereon I stand, is mine.
[to the Queen.
Madam, be safe; and lay aside your fear,
You are, as in a Magique Circle, here.

Boab.
To our own Valour our success we'l owe.
Hast, Hamet, with Abenamar to go;
You two draw up, with all the speed you may,
Our last reserves, and, yet redeem the day.

Exeunt Hamet and Abenamar, one way, the King the other, with Abdelmelech, &c.
[Alarm within.
Enter Abdelmelech, his sword drawn.
Abdel.
Granada is no more! th'unhappy King
Vent'ring too far, 'ere we could succour bring,
Was, by the Duke of Arcos, Pris'ner made;
And, past relief, is to the Fort convey'd.

Almanz.
Heav'n, thou art just! go, now despise my aid.

Almah.
Unkind Almanzor, how am I betray'd!
Betray'd by him in whom I trusted most!
But I will ne'er outlive what I have lost.
Is this your succour, this your boasted love!
I will accuse you to the Saints above!
Almanzor vow'd he would for honour fight;
And lets my husband perish in my sight.

Exeunt Almahide and Esperanza.
Almanz.
O, I have err'd; but fury made me blind:
And, in her just reproach, my fault I find!
I promis'd ev'n for him to fight, whom I—
—But since he's lov'd by her he must not dye.
Thus, happy fortune comes to me in vain,
When I my self must ruine it again.

To him. Abenamar, Hamet, Abdelmelech, Zulema; Soldiers.
Aben.
The foe has enter'd the Vermillion towr's;
And nothing but th'Alhambra now is ours.

Alman.
Ev'n that's too much, except we may have more;
You lost it all to that last stake before:
Fate, now come back; thou canst not farther get;
The bounds of thy libration here are set.
Thou knowst this place,—
And, like a Clock wound up, strik'st here for me;
Now, Chance, assert thy own inconstancy:
And, Fortune, fight, that thou maist Fortune be.
They come; here, favour'd by the narrow place,
A noise within.
I can, with few, their gross Battalion face.
By the dead wall, you, Abdelmelech, wind;
Then, charge; and their retreat cut off behind.

An Alarm within.
Exeunt.
Enter Almanzor and his party, with Abdalla Prisoner.
Alman.
to Abdal.
You were my friend; and to that name, I owe
The just regard, which you refus'd to show.
Your liberty I frankly would restore;
But honour now forbids me to do more.
Yet, Sir, your freedom in your choice shall be;
When you command to set your Brother free.

Abdalla.
Th'exchange which you propose, with joy I take;
An offer, easier then my hopes could make.
Your benefits revenge my crimes to you:
For, I my shame in that bright Mirrour, view.

Alman.
No more; you give me thanks you do not ow,
I have been faulty; and repent me now.
But, though our Penitence a vertue be,
Mean Souls alone repent in misery.
The brave own faults when good success is giv'n:
For then they come on equal terms to Heav'n.

Exeunt.
SCENE The Albayzin.
Ozmyn and Benzayda.
Benz.
I see there's somewhat which you fear to tell;
Speak quickly, Ozmyn, is my father well?—
—Why cross you thus your arms; and shake your head?
Kill me at once, and tell me he is dead.

Ozmyn.
I know not more than you; but fear not less;
Twice sinking, twice I drew him from the press.
But the victorious Foe pursu'd so fast,
That flying throngs divided us at last.
As Seamen, parting in a gen'ral wreck,
When first the loosening planks begin to crack
Each catches one; and straight are far disjoind,
Some born by tydes and others by the wind,
So, in this ruine, from each other rent,
With heav'd up hands we mutual farewells sent;
Methought his Eyes, when just I lost his view,
Were looking blessings to be sent to you.

Benz.
Blind Queen of Chance, to Lovers too severe,
Thou rul'st Mankind, but art a Tyrant there!
Thy widest Empyre's in a lovers brest:
Like open Seas we seldom are at rest.
Upon thy Coasts our wealth is daily cast;
And thou, like Pyrates, mak'st no peace to last.

To them Lyndaraxa, Duke of Arcos, and Guards.
D. Arcos.
We were surpriz'd when least we did suspect;
And justly suffer'd by our own neglect.

Lynd.
No; none but I have reason to complain,
So near a Kingdom, yet 'tis lost again!
O, how unequally in me were joynd
A creeping fortune, with a soaring mind!
O Lottery of fate! where still the wise
Draw blanks of Fortune; and the fools the prize!
These Cross ill-shuffled lots from Heav'n are sent,
Yet dull Religion teaches us content.
But, when we ask it where that blessing dwells,
It points to Pedant Colleges, and Cells.
There, shows it rude, and in a homely dress;
And that proud want mistakes for happiness.
A Trumpet within.
Enter Zulema.
Brother! what strange adventure brought you here?

Zul.
The News I bring will yet more strange appear.
The little care you of my life did show,
Has of a Brother justly made a foe.
And Abdelmelech, who that life did save
As justly has deserv'd that love he gave:

Lind.
Your business cools, while tediously it stays
On the low Theme of Adelmelechs praise.

Zul.
This, I present from Prince Abdalla's hands:

[Delivers a letter which she reads.
Lind.
He has propos'd, (to free him from his bands,)
That, with his Brother, an Exchange be made.

Arcos.
It proves the same design which we had laid.
Before the Castle let a bar be set;
And, when the Captives on each side are met,
With equal Numbers chosen for their Guard,
Just at the time the passage is unbarr'd,
Let both at once advance, at once be free.

Lind.
Th'Exchange I will my self in person see.

Benz.
I fear to ask, yet would from doubt be freed,
Is Selin Captive, Sir, or is he dead?

Zul.
I grieve to tell you what you needs must know;
He is a Pris'ner to his greatest Foe.
Kept, with strong guards, in the Almambra Tour;
Without the reach ev'n of Almanzor's pow'r.

Ozmyn.
With grief and shame I am at once opprest.

Zul.
You vvill be more, vvhen I relate the rest.
To you I from Abenamar am sent;
[To Ozmyn.
And you alone can Selin's death prevent.
Give up your self a Pris'ner in his stead;
Or, e're to morrow's dawn, believe him dead.

Benz.
E're that appear I shall expire with grief.

Zul.
Your action swift, your Council must be brief.

Lynd.
While for Abdalla's freedom we prepare,
You, in each others Brest unload your care.

Exeunt all but Ozmyn and Benzayda.
Benz.
My wishes contradictions must imply;
You must not goe; and yet he must not dye.
Your Reason may, perhaps, th'extremes unite;
But there's a mist of Fate before my sight.

Ozm.
The two Extremes too distant are to close;
And Human Wit can no mid-way propose.
My duty therefore shows the neerest way,
To free your Father; and my own obey,

Benz.
Your Father, whom since yours, I grieve to blame,
Has lost, or quite forgot a Parents name.
And, when at once possest of him and you,
Instead of freeing one, will murder two.

Ozm.
Fear not my Life; but suffer me to goe:
What cannot onely Sons with Parents do!
'Tis not my death my Father does pursue;
He onely would withdraw my Love from you.

Benz.
Now, Ozmyn. now your want of Love I see:
For, would you goe, and hazard loosing me?

Ozm.
I rather would ten thousand Lives forsake.
Nor can you e're believe the doubt you make.—
—This night I with a chosen Band will goe;
And, by surprize, will free him from the Foe.

Benz.
What Foe! ah whether would your Vertue fall!
It is your Father whom the Foe you call.
Darkness and Rage will no distinction make;
And yours may perish for my Fathers sake.

Ozm.
Thus, when my weaker Vertue goes astray,
Yours pulls it back; and guides me in the way:
I'le send him word, my being shall depend
On Selin's Life and with his Death shall end.

Benz.
'Tis that indeed would glut your Fathers rage:
Revenge on Ozmyn's Youth, and Selin's age.

Ozm.
What e're I plot, like Sisyphus, in vain
I heave a stone that tumbles down again!

Benz.
This Glorious work is then reserv'd for me;
He is my Father; and Ile set him free
These Chains my Father for my sake does wear:
I made the fault; and I the pains will bear.

Ozm.
Yes; you no doubt have merited those pains:
Those hands; those tender Limbs were made for chains.
Did I not love you, yet it were too base
To let a Lady suffer in my place.
Those proofs of Vertue you before did show
I did admire: but I must envy now.
Your vast ambition leaves no Fame for me
But grasps at universal Monarchy.

Benz.
Yes, Ozmyn, I shall still this Palm pursue;
I will not yield my Glory, ev'n to you.
I'le break those bonds in which my Father's ty'd:
Or, if I cannot break 'em, I'le divide.
What though my Limbs a Womans weakness show;
I have a Soul as Masculine as you.
And, when these Limbs want strength, my Chains to wear;
My Mind shall teach my body how to bear.
Exit Benzayda.

Ozm.
What I resolve I must not let her know;
But Honour has decreed she must not goe.
What she resolves I must prevent with care;
She shall not in my Fame or Danger share.
I'le give strict Order to the Guards which wait;
That, when she comes, she shall not pass the Gate.
Fortune, at last, has run me out of breath;
I have no refuge, but the arms of death:
To that dark Sanctuary I will goe:
She cannot reach me when I lie so low.

Scene The Albayzin.
Enter on the one side Almanzor, Abdalla, Abdelmelech, Zulema, Hamet. On the other side the Duke of Arcos, Boabdelin, Lyndaraxa, and their party. After which the Barrs are opened; and at the same time Boabdelin and Abdalla pass by each other, each to his party: when Abdalla is past on the other side; the Duke of Arcos approaches the Barrs, and calls to Almanzor.
Arc.
The hatred of the brave, with battails, ends;
And Foes, who fought for Honour, then, are Friends.
I love thee, brave Almanzor, and am proud
To have one hour when Love may be allowd.
This hand, in sign of that esteem, I plight:
We shall have angry hours enough to fight.

[Giving his hand.
Almanz.
The Man who dares, like you, in fields appear,
And meet my Sword, shall be my Mistriss here.
If I am proud, 'tis onely to my Foes;
Rough but to such who Vertue would oppose.
If I some fierceness from a Father drew,
A Mothers Milk gives me some softness too.

Arcos.
Since, first you took, and after set me free,
(Whether a sence of Gratitude it be,
Or some more secret motion of my mind,
For which I want a name that's more then kind)
I shall be glad, by what e're means I can;
To get the friendship of so brave a man:
And would, your unavailing valour, call
From aiding those whom Heav'n has doom'd to fall.
We owe you that respect—
Which to the Gods of Foes besieg'd was shown;
To call you out before we take your Town.

Almanz.
Those whom we love, we should esteem 'em too;
And not debauch that Vertue which we wooe.
Yet, though you give my Honour just offence,
I'le take your kindness in the better sence.
And, since you for my safety seem to fear,
I, to return your Bribe, should wish you here.
But, since I love you more then you do me,
In all events preserve your Honour free:
For that's your own, though not your destiny.

Arcos.
Were you oblig'd in Honour by a Trust,
I should not think my own proposals just.
But, since you fight for an unthankful King,
What loss of Fame can change of parties bring?

Almanz.
It will, and may with justice too, be thought,
That some advantage, in that change I sought.
And, though I twice have chang'd, for wrongs receiv'd,
That it was done for profit, none believ'd.
The Kings Ingratitude I knew before;
So that can be no cause of changing more.
If now I stand, when no reward can be;
'Twill show the fault before was not in me.

Arcos.
Yet, there is one reward to valour due;
And such it is, as may be sought by you.
That beaut'ous Queen: whom you can never gain,
While you secure her Husbands Life and Raign.

Almanz.
Then be it so: let me have no return

Here Lyndaraxa comes neer and hears them.
From him but Hatred, and from her, but Scorn.
There is this comfort in a noble Fate,
That I deserve to be more fortunate.
You have my last resolve; and now farewell;
My boding Heart some Mischief does foretell:
But, what it is, Heav'n will not let me know;
I'me sad to death, that I must be your Foe.

Arcos.
Heav'n, when we meet, if fatal it must be,
To one; spare him; and cast the Lot on me.

[They retiree.
Lynd.
Ah, what a noble Conquest were this Heart!
I am resolv'd I'le try my utmost Art:
In gaining him, I gain that Fortune too
Which he has Wedded, and which I but Wooe.
I'le try each secret passage to his mind;
And Loves soft Bands about his Heart-strings wind.
Not his vow'd Constancy shall scape my snare;
While he, without, resistance does prepare,
I'le melt into him e're his Love's aware.

She makes a gesture of invitation to Almanzor who returns again.
Lynd.
You see, Sir, to how strange a remedy
A persecuted Maid is forc'd to fly.
Who, much distrest, yet scarce has confidence,
To make your noble pity her defence.

Almanz.
Beauty, like yours, can no protection need;
Or, if it sues, is certain to succeed.
To whate're Service you ordain my hand,
Name your Request, and call it your Command.

Lynd.
You cannot, Sir, but know, that my ill Fate
Has made me lov'd with all th'effects of Hate:
One Lover would, by force, my person gain;
Which one as guilty would by force detain.
Rash Abdelmelechs Love I cannot prize;
And fond Abdalla's passion I despise.
As you are brave, so you are prudent too,
Advise a wretched Woman what to do.

Almanz.
Have courage, Fair one; put your trust in me;
You shall at least from those you hate, be free.
Resign your Castle to the King's Command;
And leave your Love-concernments in my hand.

Lynd.
The King, like them, is fierce, and faithless too:
How can I trust him, who has injur'd you?
Keep for your self; (and you can grant no less)
What you alone are worthy to possess,
Enter, brave Sir; for, when you speak the word,
These Gates will open of their own accord.
The Genius of the place its Lord will meet:
And bend its tow'ry forehead to your feet.
That little Cittadel, which now you see,
Shall then, the head of Conquer'd Nations be:
And every Turret, from your coming, rise
The Mother of some great Metropolis.

Almanz.
'Tis pity words which none but Gods should hear,
Should loose their sweetness in a Soldiers Ear:
I am not that Almanzor whom you praise:
But your fair Mouth can fair Idea's raise:
I am a wretch, to whom it is deny'd
T'accept, with Honour, what I wish with Pride.
And since I fight not for my self, must bring
The fruits of all my Conquests to the King.

Lynd.
Say rather to the Queen; to whose fair Name
I know you vow the Trophies of your Fame.
I hope she is as kind as she is fair:
Kinder then unexperienc'd Virgins, are
To their first Loves; (though she has lov'd before)
And that first innocence is now no more:)
But, in revenge, she gives you all her Heart;
(For you are much too brave to take a part.)
Though blinded by a Crown she did not see
Almanzor greater than a King could be,
I hope her Love repairs her ill made choice:
Almanzor cannot be deluded, twice.

Almanz.
No; not deluded; for none count their gains,
Who, like Almanzor, franckly give their pains.

Lynd.
Almanzor, do not cheat your self, nor me;
Your Love is not refin'd to that degree.
For, since you have desires; and those not blest,
Your Love's uneasie, and at little rest.

Almanz.
'Tis true; my own unhappiness I see:
But who, alas, can my Physician be?
Love, like a lazy Ague I endure,
Which fears the Water; and abhors the Cure.

Lynd.
'Tis a Consumption, which your life does waste:
Still flatt'ring you with hope till help be past.
But, since of cure from her you now despair;
You, like consumptive Men, should change your Air.
Love some-where else, 'tis a hard remedy;
But yet you owe your self so much, to try.

Almanz.
My Love's now grown so much a part of me,
That Life would, in the Cure, endanger'd be.
At least it like a Limb cut off, would show;
And better dye than like a Cripple goe.

Lynd.
You must be brought like mad Men to their cure;
And darkness first and next new Bonds endure:
Do you dark absence to your self ordain:
And I, in Charity, will find the Chain.

Almanz.
Love is that madness which all Lovers have;
But yet 'tis sweet and pleasing so to Rave.
'Tis an Enchantment where the reason's bound:
But Paradice is in th'enchanted ground.
A Palace void of Envy, Cares and Strife:
Where gentle hours delude so much of Life.
To take those Charms away; and set me free
Is but to send me into misery.
And Prudence of whose Cure so much you boast,
Restores those Pains, which that sweet Folly lost.

Lynd.
I would not, like Philosophers, remove,
But show you a more pleasing shape of Love.
You a sad, sullen, froward, Love did see;
I'le show him kind, and full of gayety.
In short, Almanzor, it shall be my care
To show you Love; for you but saw Despair.

Almanz.
I in the shape of Love Despair did see:
You, in his shape, would show Inconstancy.

Lynd.
There's no such thing as Constancy you call:
Faith ties not Hearts; 'tis Inclination all.
Some Wit deform'd or Beauty much decay'd,
First, constancy in Love, a Vertue made.
From Friendship they that Landmark did remove;
And, falsly, plac'd it on the bounds of Love.
Let th'effects of change be onely try'd:
Court me, in jest; and call me Almahide.
But this is onely Council I impart;
For I, perhaps, should not receive your heart.

Almanz,
Fair though you are—
As Summer mornings, and your Eyes more bright
Than Starrs that twinckle in a winters night;
Though you have Eloquence to warm, and move
Cold age; and praying Hermites into Love;
Though Almahide, with scorn rewards my care;
Yet; than to change, 'tis nobler to despair.
My Love's my Soul; and that from Fate is free:
'Tis that unchang'd; and deathless part of me.

Lynd.
The Fate of Constancy your Love pursue!
Still to be faithful to what's false to you.

[Turns from him, and goes off angrily.
Almanz.
Ye Gods, why are not Hearts first pair'd above;
But some still interfere in others Love!
E're each, for each, by certain marks are known,
You mould 'em off in haste, and drop 'em down.
And while we seek what carelesly you sort,
You sit in State; and make our pains your sport.

[Exeunt on both sides.