_Alm._ For what? to people Africa with monsters, Which that unnatural mixture must produce? No, were we joined, even though it were in death, Our bodies burning in one funeral pile, The prodigy of Thebes would be renewed, And my divided flame should break from thine. _Emp._ Serpent, I will engender poison with thee; Join hate with hate, add venom to the birth: Our offspring, like the seed of dragons' teeth, Shall issue armed, and fight themselves to death. _Alm._ I'm calm again; thou canst not marry me. _Emp._ As gleams of sunshine soften storms to showers, So, if you smile, the loudness of my rage In gentle whispers shall return but this-- That nothing can divert my love but death. _Alm._ See how thou art deceived; I am a Christian: 'Tis true, unpractised in my new belief, Wrongs I resent, nor pardon yet with ease; Those fruits come late, and are of slow increase In haughty hearts, like mine: Now, tell thyself If this one word destroy not thy designs: Thy law permits thee not to marry me. _Emp._ 'Tis but a specious tale, to blast my hopes, And baffle my pretensions.--Speak, Sebastian, And, as a king, speak true. _Seb._ Then, thus adjured, On a king's word 'tis truth, but truth ill-timed; For her dear life is now exposed anew, Unless you wholly can put on divinity, And graciously forgive. _Alm._ Now learn, by this, The little value I have left for life, And trouble me no more. _Emp._ I thank thee, woman; Thou hast restored me to my native rage, And I will seize my happiness by force. _Seb._ Know, Muley Moluch, when thou darest attempt-- _Emp._ Beware! I would not be provoked to use A conqueror's right, and therefore charge thy silence. If thou wouldst merit to be thought my friend, I leave thee to persuade her to compliance: If not, there's a new gust in ravishment, Which I have never tried. _Bend._ They must be watched; [_Aside._ For something I observed creates a doubt. [_Exeunt Emp. and_ BEND. _Seb._ I've been too tame, have basely borne my wrongs, And not exerted all the king within me: I heard him, O sweet heavens! he threatened rape; Nay, insolently urged me to persuade thee, Even thee, thou idol of my soul and eyes, For whom I suffer life, and drag this being. _Alm._ You turn my prison to a paradise; But I have turned your empire to a prison: In all your wars good fortune flew before you; Sublime you sat in triumph on her wheel, Till in my fatal cause your sword was drawn; The weight of my misfortunes dragged you down. _Seb._ And is't not strange, that heaven should bless my arms In common causes, and desert the best? Now in your greatest, last extremity, When I would aid you most, and most desire it, I bring but sighs, the succours of a slave.