_Lyndar._ You are too curious, if you more would know. I know not what my future thoughts will be: Poor women's thoughts are all _extempore_. Wise men, indeed, Beforehand a long chain of thoughts produce; But ours are only for our present use. _Abdal._ Those thoughts, you will not know, too well declare. You mean to wait the final doom of war. _Lyndar._ I find you come to quarrel with me now; Would you know more of me than I allow? Whence are you grown that great divinity, That with such ease into my thoughts can pry? Indulgence does not with some tempers suit; I see I must become more absolute. _Abdal._ I must submit, On what hard terms soe'er my peace be bought. _Lyndar._ Submit!--you speak as you were not in fault.-- 'Tis evident the injury is mine; For why should you my secret thoughts divine? _Abdal._ Yet if we might be judged by reason's laws-- _Lyndar._ Then you would have your reason judge my cause!-- Either confess your fault, or hold your tongue; For I am sure I'm never in the wrong. _Abdal._ Then I acknowledge it. _Lyndar._ Then I forgive. _Abdal._ Under how hard a law poor lovers live! Who, like the vanquished, must their right release, And with the loss of reason buy their peace.-- [_Aside._ Madam, to show that you my power command, I put my life and safety in your hand:-- Dispose of the Albayzyn as you please, To your fair hands I here resign the keys. _Lyndar._ I take your gift, because your love it shows, And faithful Selin for alcade chuse. _Abdal._ Selin, from her alone your orders take.-- This one request, yet, madam, let me make, That, from those turrets, you the assault will see; And crown, once more, my arms with victory. [_Exeunt, leading her out._ [SELIN _remains with_ GAZUL _and_ REDUAN, _his servants._ _Selin._ Gazul, go tell my daughter that I wait-- You Reduan, bring the prisoner to his fate. [_Exeunt_ GAZ. _and_ RED. Ere of my charge I will possession take, A bloody sacrifice I mean to make: The manes of my son shall smile this day, While I, in blood, my vows of vengeance pay. _Enter at one door_ BENZAYDA, _with_ GAZUL; _at the other,_ OZMYN _bound, with_ REDUAN. _Selin._ I sent, Benzayda, to glad your eyes: These rites we owe your brother's obsequies.-- You two [_To_ GAZ. _and_ RED.] the cursed Abencerrago bind: You need no more to instruct you in my mind. [_They bind him to a corner of the stage._ _Benz._ In what sad object am I called to share? Tell me, what is it, sir, you here prepare? _Selin._ 'Tis what your dying brother did bequeath; A scene of vengeance, and a pomp of death! _Benz._ The horrid spectacle my soul does fright: I want the heart to see the dismal sight.