_Lyndar._ Die for us both; I have not leisure now; A crown is come, and will not fate allow: And yet I feel something like death is near, My guards, my guards,-- Let not that ugly skeleton appear! Sure destiny mistakes; this death's not mine; She dotes, and meant to cut another line. Tell her I am a queen;--but 'tis too late; Dying, I charge rebellion on my fate. Bow down, ye slaves:-- [_To the Moors._ Bow quickly down, and your submission show.-- [_They bow._ I'm pleased to taste an empire ere I go. [_Dies._ _Selin._ She's dead, and here her proud ambition ends. _Aben._ Such fortune still such black designs attends. _K. Ferd._ Remove those mournful objects from our eyes, And see performed their funeral obsequies. [_The bodies are carried off._ _Enter_ ALMANZOR _and_ ALMAHIDE, OZMYN _and_ BENZAYDA; ALMAHIDE _brought in a chair;_ ALMANZOR _led betwixt Soldiers._ ISABELLA _salutes_ ALMAHIDE _in dumb show._ _D. Arcos._ (_Presenting_ ALMANZOR _to the King._) See here that son, whom I with pride call mine; And who dishonours not your royal line. _K. Ferd._ I'm now secure, this sceptre, which I gain, Shall be continued in the power of Spain; Since he, who could alone my foes defend, By birth and honour is become my friend; Yet I can own no joy, nor conquest boast, [_To_ ALMANZ. While in this blood I see how dear it cost. _Almanz._ This honour to my veins new blood will bring; Streams cannot fail, fed by so high a spring. But all court-customs I so little know, That I may fail in those respects I owe. I bring a heart which homage never knew; Yet it finds something of itself in you: Something so kingly, that my haughty mind Is drawn to yours, because 'tis of a kind. _Q. Isabel._ And yet that soul, which bears itself so high, If fame be true, admits a sovereignty. This queen, in her fair eyes, such fetters brings, As chain that heart, which scorns the power of kings. _Almah._ Little of charm in these sad eyes appears; If they had any, now 'tis lost in tears. A crown, and husband, ravished in one day!-- Excuse a grief, I cannot choose but pay. _Q. Isabel._ Have courage, madam; heaven has joys in store, To recompence those losses you deplore. _Almah._ I know your God can all my woes redress; To him I made my vows in my distress: And, what a misbeliever vowed this day, Though not a queen, a Christian yet shall pay. _Q. Isabel._ (_Embracing her._) That Christian name you shall receive from me, And Isabella of Granada be. _Benz._ This blessed change we all with joy receive; And beg to learn that faith which you believe. _Q. Isabel._ With reverence for those holy rites prepare; And all commit your fortunes to my care. _K. Ferd._ to _Almah._ You, madam, by that crown you lose, may gain, If you accept, a coronet of Spain, Of which Almanzor's father stands possest.