_Qu_. And when I woo’d thee but to smile upon me, Thou cry’st--Away, I’m dull, unfit for Dalliance. _Abd_. Call back the frighted Blood into thy Cheeks, And I’ll obey the Dictates of my Love, And smile, and kiss, and dwell for ever here-- _Enter_ Osmin hastily. How now--why star’st thou so? _Osm_. My Lord--the King is dead. _Abd_. The King dead!--’Twas time then to dissemble. [_Aside_. What means this Rudeness?-- [_One knocks_. _Enter_ Zarrack. _Zar_. My Lord--the Cardinal inquiring for the Queen, The Court is in an uproar, none can find her. _Abd_. Not find the Queen! and wou’d they search her here? _Qu_. What shall I do? I must not here be found. _Abd_. Oh, do not fear--no Cardinal enters here; No King--no God, that means to be secure-- Slaves guard the Doors, and suffer none to enter, Whilst I, my charming Queen, provide for your Security-- You know there is a Vault deep under Ground, Into the which the busy Sun ne’er enter’d, But all is dark, as are the Shades of Hell, Thro which in dead of Night I oft have pass’d, Guided by Love, to your Apartment, Madam-- They knock agen--thither, my lovely Mistress, [_Knock_. Suffer your self to be conducted-- _Osmin_, attend the Queen--descend in haste, [Queen, Osm. _and_ Elv. _descend the Vault_. My Lodgings are beset. _Zar_. I cannot guard the Lodgings longer-- Don _Ordonio_, Sir, to seek the Queen-- _Abd_. How dare they seek her here? _Zar_. My Lord, the King has swounded twice, And being recover’d, calls for her Majesty. _Abd_. The King not dead!--go, _Zafrack_, and aloud Tell Don _Ordonio_ and the Cardinal, He that dares enter here to seek the Queen, [_Puts his Hand to his Sword_. Had better snatch the She from the fierce side Of a young amorous Lion, and ‘twere safer.-- Again, more knocking!-- [_Knocking_. _Zar_. My gracious Lord, it is your Brother, Don _Alonzo_. _Abd_. I will not have him enter--I am disorder’d. _Zar_. My Lord, ‘tis now too late. _Enter_ Alonzo. _Alon_. Saw you not the Queen, my Lord? _Abd_. My Lord! _Alon_. Was not the Queen here with you?