Abdal. Who follow fortune, still are in the right; But let me be protected here this night.

Lyndar. The place to-morrow will be circled round; And then no way will for your flight be found.

Abdal. I hear my enemies just coming on; [Trampling within. Protect me but one hour, till they are gone.

Lyndar. They’ll know you have been here; it cannot be;
That very hour you stay, will ruin me: 
For if the foe behold our interview,
I shall be thought a rebel too, like you. 
Haste hence; and, that your flight may prosperous prove,
I’ll recommend you to the powers above. [Exit LYND. from above.

Abdal. She’s gone:  Ah, faithless and ungrateful maid!—­
I hear some tread; and fear I am betrayed. 
I’ll to the Spanish king; and try if he,
To countenance his own right, will succour me: 
There is more faith in Christian dogs, than thee. [Exit.

  Enter OZMYN, BENZAYDA, and ABENAMAR.

Benz. I wish
(To merit all these thanks) I could have said,
My pity only did his virtue aid;
’Twas pity, but ’twas of a love-sick maid. 
His manly suffering my esteem did move;
That bred compassion, and compassion love.

Ozm. O blessing sold me at too cheap a rate! 
My danger was the benefit of fate. [To his father.
But that you may my fair deliverer know,
She was not only born our house’s foe,
But to my death by powerful reasons led;
At least, in justice, she might wish me dead.

Aben. But why thus long do you her name conceal?

Ozm. To gain belief for what I now reveal: 
Even thus prepared, you scarce can think it true,
The saver of my life from Selin drew
Her birth; and was his sister whom I slew.

Aben. No more; it cannot, was not, must not be: 
Upon my blessing, say not it was she. 
The daughter of the only man I hate! 
Two contradictions twisted in a fate!

Ozm. The mutual hate, which you and Selin bore,
Does but exalt her generous pity more. 
Could she a brother’s death forgive to me,
And cannot you forget her family? 
Can you so ill requite the life I owe,
To reckon her, who gave it, still your foe? 
It lends too great a lustre to her line,
To let her virtue ours so much out-shine.

Aben. Thou gav’st her line the advantage which they have,
By meanly taking of the life they gave. 
Grant that it did in her a pity shew;
But would my son be pitied by a foe? 
She has the glory of thy act defaced: 
Thou kill’dst her brother; but she triumphs last: 
Poorly for us our enmity would cease;
When we are beaten, we receive a peace.

Benz. If that be all in which you disagree,
I must confess ’twas Ozmyn conquered me. 
Had I beheld him basely beg his life,
I should not now submit to be his wife;
But when I saw his courage death controul,
I paid a secret homage to his soul;
And thought my cruel father much to blame,
Since Ozmyn’s virtue his revenge did shame.