_Osm_. Why, Madam, I command the Guard of Moors, Who will all die, when e’er I give the Word. Madam, ‘twas I caus’d _Philip_ and the Cardinal To fly to th’ Camp, And gave ‘em warning of approaching Death. _Leon_. Heaven bless thee for thy Goodness. _Osm_. I am weary now of being a Tyrant’s Slave, And bearing Blows too; the rest I could have suffer’d. Madam, I’ll free the Prince. But see, the Moor returns. _Leon_. That Monster’s Presence I must fly, as from a killing Plague. [_Ex. with her Women_. _Enter_ Abdelazer _with_ Zarrack, _and a Train of Moors_. _Abd_. It is prodigious, that a single Man Should with such Bravery defend his Life Amongst so many Swords;--but he is safe. _Osmin_, I am not us’d to sue for Pardon, And when I do, you ought to grant it me. _Osm_. I did not merit, Sir, so harsh a Usage. _Abd_. No more; I’m asham’d to be upbraided, And will repair the Injury I did thee. _Osm_. Acknowledgment from you is pay sufficient. _Abd_. Yet, _Osmin_, I shou’d chide your Negligence, Since by it _Philip_ lives still, and the Cardinal. _Osm_. I had design’d it, Sir, this Evening’s Sacrifice. _Abd_. _Zarrack_ shall now perform it--and instantly: _Alonzo_ too must bear ‘em company. _Zar_. I’ll shew my Duty in my haste, my Lord. [_Ex_. Zar. _Osm_. Death! I’m undone; I’ll after him, and kill him. [_Offers to go_. _Abd. Osmin_, I’ve business with you.-- [Osm. _comes back bowing. As they are going off, enter_ Leonora, Ordonio, _other Lords, and Women_. _Leon_. Oh Prince! for Pity hear and grant my Suit. [_Kneels_. _Abd_. When so much Beauty’s prostrate at my Feet, What is’t I can deny?--rise, thou brightest Virgin That ever Nature made; Rise, and command my Life, my Soul, my Honour. _Leon_. No, let me hang for ever on your Knees, Unless you’ll grant _Alonzo_ Liberty. _Abd_. Rise, I will grant it; though _Alonzo_, Madam, Betray’d that Trust I had repos’d in him. _Leon_. I know there’s some Mistake; let me negotiate Between my Brother and the Gallant Moor. I cannot force your Guards, There is no Danger in a Woman’s Arm. _Abd_. In your bright Eyes there is, that may corrupt ‘em more Than all the Treasures of the Eastern Kings. Yet, Madam, here I do resign my Power; Act as you please, dismiss _Alonzo’s_ Chains. And since you are so generous, to despise This Crown, which I have given you, _Philip_ shall owe his Greatness to your Bounty, And whilst he makes me safe, shall rule in Spain. --_Osmin_-- [_Whispers_. _Ord_. And will you trust him, Madam? _Leon_. If he deceive me, ‘tis more happy far To die with them, than live where he inhabits. _Osm_. It shall be done. _Abd_. Go, _Osmin_, wait upon the Queen; And when she is confin’d, I’ll visit her, Where if she yield, she reigns; if not, she dies. [_Aside_.