The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 04Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 04
Dryden, John
English literature
_Ozm._ This shows the excess of generosity;
But, madam, you have no pretence to die.
I should defame the Abencerrages race,
To let a lady suffer in my place.
But neither could that life, you would bestow,
Save mine; nor do you so much pity owe
To me, a stranger, and your house's foe.
_Benz._ From whencesoe'er their hate our houses drew,
I blush to tell you, I have none for you.
'Tis a confession which I should not make,
Had I more time to give, or you to take:
But, since death's near, and runs with so much force,
We must meet first, and intercept his course.
_Ozm._ Oh, how unkind a comfort do you give!
Now I fear death again, and wish to live.
Life were worth taking, could I have it now;
But 'tis more good than heaven can e'er allow
To one man's portion, to have life and you.
_Benz._ Sure, at our births,
Death with our meeting planets danced above,
Or we were wounded by a mourning love!-- [_Shouts within._
_Red._ The noise returns, and doubles from behind;
It seems as if two adverse armies joined.--
Time presses us.
_Gaz._ If longer you delay,
We must, though loth, your father's will obey.
_Ozm._ Haste, madam, to fulfil his hard commands.
And rescue me from their ignoble hands.
Let me kiss yours, when you my wound begin,
Then easy death will slide with pleasure in.
_Benz._ Ah, gentle soldiers, some short time allow!
[_To_ GAZ. _and_ RED.
My father has repented him ere now;
Or will repent him, when he finds me dead.
My clue of life is twined with Ozmyn's thread.
_Red._ 'Tis fatal to refuse her, or obey.--
But where is our excuse? what can we say?
_Benz._ Say any thing.
Say, that to kill the guiltless you were loth;
Or if you did, say, I would kill you both.
_Gaz._ To disobey our orders is to die.--
I'll do't,--who dares oppose it?
_Red._ That dare I. [REDUAN _stands before_ OZMYN, _and fights with_
GAZUL. BENZAYDA _unbinds_ OZMYN, _and gives him
her sword._
_Benz._ Stay not to see the issue of the fight; [RED. _kills_ GAZ.
But haste to save yourself by speedy flight.
[OZMYN _kneels to kiss her hand._
_Ozm._ Did all mankind against my life conspire.
Without this blessing I would not retire.--
But madam, can I go and leave you here?
Your father's anger now for you I fear:
Consider you have done too much to stay.
_Benz._ Think not of me, but fly yourself away.
_Red._ Haste quickly hence; the enemies are nigh!
From every part I see the soldiers fly.
The foes not only our assailants beat,
But fiercely sally out on their retreat,
And, like a sea broke loose, come on amain.
_Enter_ ABENAMAR, _and a party with their swords drawn, driving in
some of the enemies._
_Aben._ Traitors, you hope to save yourselves in vain!--
Your forfeit lives shall for your treason pay;
And Ozmyn's blood shall be revenged this day.
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