_Al._ Many have that: and I can sing alone, But ne’er have learned your many-voicèd skill. _Ch._ That is the maker’s art: the song being made, ’Tis to sing strictly, and to teach thy phrase Confident rivalry, as if thou knewest Thy passion was the deepest, and could blend 490 The wandering strains in closer harmony. _Al._ Make me your pupil. How should I begin? [_Drums and trumpets without._ _Ch._ The king! _Al._ Break off, my father is returned; Lest he should enter here, haste to your bounds, And be not seen. There will I visit you, Or bid you forth again. _Ch._ We thank thee, lady. _Re-enter Zapel, hurriedly._ _Za._ My lady, hast thou heard? _Al._ What is it, Zapel? _Za._ The infidels are routed, and the king Is coming from the field with Tarudante, Prince of Morocco, and between them ride 500 The two chief captains of the unbelievers, Princes of Portugal: be Allah praised. _Ch._ Alas! O woe, alas! Forgive us, lady, That thus we weep before thee. _Al._ Nay, be sure I pity you myself, and could not blame Your natural grief. But ’tis the vice of war, That whatsoever side hath victory, The misery is alike, nor in the advantage Is aught to compensate the evil done. May God give strength to right! _Ch._ Amen, Amen! 510 (_To Z._) Pray, lady, didst thou say Prince Ferdinand Was taken? _Za._ Ye may question him himself; Talk not with me. _Al._ I beg you, friends, be gone: Ye must not stay. _Ch._ We will depart and mourn Within our sultry pit. [_Exeunt._ _Al._ My father comes? _Za._ He is at the gate. _Al._ Whate’er thou’st seen or heard Between me and these hapless prisoners, See that thou tell not. _Za._ ’Tis an accursed thing. _Al._ ’Tis not for thee to judge, but do my bidding. _Za._ And thou shouldst trust me better. _Al._ I do trust thee, And therefore bid thee thus. _Za._ And I obey. 521 _Al._ Is not this Ferdinand they spoke of, he Whose chivalry we thank for Sala’s life? _Za._ That’s he. _Al._ Then I shall see this red-crossed knight, The noblest of them all. The general said He was of angel fairness: then he is cousin To the emperor of England. _Za._ Thou shalt see A Moor worth fifty Christian Portuguese, His conqueror, thy lover Tarudante, Heir of Morocco. _Al._ Silence: see they come. 530 _Enter King with Tarudante and Ferdinand, followed by Enrique and Sala._ _Za._ (_to A._). There’s Tarudante. _Al._ (_aside_). There is Ferdinand. _KING_ (_to T._).