_Lyndar._ Stay; you too swift an exposition make. If I should go, since Zulema will stay, I should my brother to the king betray. _Abdelm._ There is no fear; but, if there were, I see You value still your brother more than me.-- Farewell! some ease I in your falsehood find; It lets a beam in, that will clear my mind: My former weakness I with shame confess, And, when I see you next, shall love you less. [_Is going again._ _Lyndar._ Your faithless dealings you may blush to tell: [_Weeping._ This is a maid's reward, who loves too well.-- [_He looks back._ Remember that I drew my latest breath, In charging your unkindness with my death. _Abdelm._ [_coming back_] Have I not answered all you can invent, Even the least shadow of an argument? _Lyndar._ You want not cunning what you please to prove, But my poor heart knows only how to love; And, finding this, you tyrannize the more: 'Tis plain, some other mistress you adore; And now, with studied tricks of subtlety, You come prepared to lay the fault on me. [_Wringing her hands._ But, oh, that I should love so false a man! _Abdelm._ Hear me, and then disprove it, if you can. _Lyndar._ I'll hear no more; your breach of faith is plain: You would with wit your want of love maintain. But, by my own experience, I can tell, They, who love truly, cannot argue well.-- Go faithless man! Leave me alone to mourn my misery; I cannot cease to love you, but I'll die. [_Leans her head on his arm._ _Abdelm._ What man but I so long unmoved could hear [_Weeping._ Such tender passion, and refuse a tear!-- But do not talk of dying any more, Unless you mean that I should die before. _Lyndar._ I fear your feigned repentance comes too late; I die, to see you still thus obstinate: But yet, in death my truth of love to show, Lead me; if I have strength enough, I'll go. _Abdelm._ By heaven, you shall not go! I will not be O'ercome in love or generosity. All I desire, to end the unlucky strife, Is but a vow, that you will be my wife. _Lyndar._ To tie me to you by a vow is hard; It shows, my love you as no tie regard.-- Name any thing but that, and I'll agree. _Abdelm._ Swear, then, you never will my rival's be. _Lyndar._ Nay, pr'ythee, this is harder than before.-- Name any thing, good dear, but that thing more. _Abdelm._ Now I too late perceive I am undone; Living and seeing, to my death I run. I know you false, yet in your snares I fall; You grant me nothing, and I grant you all. _Lyndar._ I would grant all; but I must curb my will, Because I love to keep you jealous still. In your suspicion I your passion find; But I will take a time to cure your mind. _Halyma._ O, madam, the new king is drawing near! _Lyndar._ Haste quickly hence, lest he should find you here! _Abdelm._ How much more wretched than I came, I go! I more my weakness and your falsehood know; And now must leave you with my greatest foe! [_Exit_ ABDELM.