_Jul._ Abdalazis! All men with human feelings love their country. Not the high-born or wealthy man alone, Who looks upon his children, each one led By its gay hand-maid, from the high alcove, And hears them once aday; not only he Who hath forgotten, when his guest inquires The name of some far village all his own; Whose rivers bound the province, and whose hills Touch the last cloud upon the level sky: No; better men still better love their country. ’Tis the old mansion of their earliest friends, The chapel of their first and best devotions; When violence, or perfidy, invades, Or when unworthy lords hold wassail there, And wiser heads are drooping round its moats, At last they fix their steddy and stiff eye There, there alone—stand while the trumpet blows, And view the hostile flames above its towers Spire, with a bitter and severe delight. [_Abdalazis_, _taking his hand_. _Abd._ Thou feelest what thou speakest, and thy Spain Will ne’er be shelter’d from her fate by thee We, whom the Prophet sends o’er many lands Love none above another; Heaven assigns Their fields and harvests to our valiant swords, And ’tis enough—we love while we enjoy. Whence is the man in that fantastic guise? Suppliant? or herald?—he who stalks about, And once was even seated while we spoke, For never came he with us o’er the sea. _Jul._ He comes as herald. _Rod._ Thou shalt know full soon, Insulting Moor. [_Julian intercedes_. _Abd._ He cannot bear the grief His country suffers; I will pardon him. He lost his courage first, and then his mind; His courage rushes back, his mind still wanders. The guest of heaven was piteous to these men, And princes stoop to feed them in their courts. ACT I. SCENE 5. MUZA _enters with_ EGILONA. _Roderigo is going out when Muza enters_—_starts back on seeing Egilona_. [_Muza, sternly_, _to Egilona_, _who follows_. _Muza_. Enter, since ’tis the custom in this land. [_Egilona_, _passing Muza disdainfully_, _points to Abdalazis, and says to Julian_— _Egil._ Is this our future monarch, or art thou? _Jul._ ’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. _Rod._ To-morrow’s dawn Proves that. _Muza_. What art thou? [_Roderigo_, _drawing his sword_. _Rod._ King. _Abd._ Amazement! _Muza_. Treason! _Egil._ O horror! _Muza_. Seize him. _Egil._ Spare him! fly to me!