_Leo_. My Lords, I thank ye all, And most the gallant Moor--I am not well-- [_Turns to Alon_. Something surrounds my Heart so full of Death, I must retire to give my Sorrow Breath. [_Ex_. Leo. _followed by all but_ Abd. _and_ Rod. _who looks on_ Abd. _Rod_. Sir,--what have you done? _Abd_. What every Man that loves like me shou’d do; Undone my self for ever, to beget One Moment’s thought in her, that I adore her; That she may know, none ever lov’d like me, I’ve thrown away the Diadem of _Spain_-- ’.is gone! and there’s no more to set but this-- (My Heart) at all, and at this one last Cast, Sweep up my former Losses, or be undone. _Rod_. You court at a vast Rate, Sir. _Abd_. Oh, she’s a Goddess! a Creature made by Heaven To make my prosperous Toils all sweet and charming! She must be Queen, I and the Gods decree it. _Rod_. Sir, is she not designed _Alonzo’s_ Bride? _Abd_. Yes, so her self and he have ill agreed; But Heav’n and I am of another Mind, And must be first obey’d. _Rod. Alonzo_ will not yield his Interest easily. _Abd_. Wou’d that were all my stop to Happiness; But, _Roderigo_, this fond amorous Queen Sits heavy on my Heart. _Rod_. She’s but a Woman, nor has more Lives than one. _Abd_. True, _Roderigo_, and thou hast dealt in Murders, And knowest the safest way to-- _Rod_. How, Sir!-- _Abd_. Thou dar’st not sure pretend to any Virtue; Had Hell inspir’d thee with less Excellency Than Arts of killing Kings, thou’dst ne’er been rais’d To that exalted Height, t’ have known my Secrets. _Rod_. But, Sir-- _Abd_. Slave, look back upon the Wretchedness I took thee from; What Merits had thou to deserve my Bounty, But Vice, brave prosperous Vice? Thou’rt neither wise, nor valiant. _Rod_. I own my self that Creature rais’d by you, And live but to repay you, name the way. _Abd_. My business is--to have the Queen remov’d; She does expect my coming this very Hour; And when she does so, ‘tis her Custom to be retir’d, Dismissing all attendance, but _Elvira_. _Rod_. The rest I need not be instructed in. [_Ex_. Rod. _Enter_ Osmin. _Osm_. The Cardinal, Sir, is close confin’d with _Philip_. _Abd_. ‘Tis well. _Osm_. And do you think it fit, Sir, they shou’d live? _Abd_. No, this day they both must die, some sort of Death, That may be thought was given them by themselves: I’m sure I give them cause--_Osmin_, view well this Ring; Whoever brings this Token to your Hands, Without considering Sex, or Quality, Let ‘em be kill’d. _Osm_. Your Will shall be obey’d in every thing. [_Exeunt severally_. SCENE II. _A fine Chamber. A Table and Chair_. _Enter_ Queen _and_ Elvira.