_Selin._ But, sir, she hourly does the assault expect, And must be lost if you her aid neglect: For Abdelmelech loudly does declare, He'll use the last extremities of war, If she refuse the fortress to resign. _Abdal._ The charge of hastening this relief be mine. _Selin._ This while I undertook, whether beset, Or else by chance, Abenamar I met; Who seemed, in haste, returning to the town. _Abdal._ My love must in my diligence be shown.-- And [_To_ ARCOS.] as my pledge of faith to Spain, this hour I'll put the fortress in your master's power. _Selin._ An open way from hence to it there lies, And we with ease may send in large supplies, Free from the shot and sallies of the town. _D. Arcos._ Permit me, sir, to share in your renown; First to my king I will impart the news, And then draw out what succours we shall use. [_Exit Duke of_ ARCOS. _Abdal._ [_Aside._] Grant that she loves me not, at least I see She loves not others, if she loves not me.-- 'Tis pleasure, when we reap the fruit of pain: 'Tis only pride, to be beloved again. How many are not loved, who think they are! Yet all are willing to believe the fair; And, though 'tis beauty's known and obvious cheat, Yet man's self-love still favours the deceit. [_Exit_ ABDAL. _Selin._ Farewell, my children! equally so dear, That I myself am to myself less near: While I repeat the dangers of the war, Your mutual safety be each other's care. Your father, Ozmyn, till the war be done, As much as honour will permit, I'll shun: If by his sword I perish, let him know It was, because I would not be his foe. _Ozm._ Goodness and virtue all your actions guide; You only err in choosing of your side. That party I, with honour, cannot take; But can much less the care of you forsake: I must not draw my sword against my prince, But yet may hold a shield in your defence. Benzayda, free from danger, here shall stay, And for a father and a lover pray. _Benz._ No, no! I gave not on those terms my heart, That from my Ozmyn I should ever part: That love I vowed, when you did death attend, 'Tis just that nothing but my death should end. What merchant is it, who would stay behind, His whole stock ventured to the waves and wind? I'll pray for both, but both shall be in sight; And heaven shall hear me pray, and see you fight. _Selin._ No longer, Ozmyn, combat a design, Where so much love, and so much virtue join. _Ozm._ [_To_ BENZ.] Then conquer, and your conquest happy be, Both to yourself, your father, and to me.-- With bended knees our freedom we'll demand Of Isabel, and mighty Ferdinand: Then while the paths of honour we pursue, We'll interest heaven for us, in right of you. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_The Albayzyn._ _An alarm within; then Soldiers running over the stage. Enter_ ABDELMELECH, _victorious, with Soldiers._