Volume Ii Part 19 (2/2)

[_Ex_. Queen _and her Train_; Leon, _advancing to follow, is staid by_ Abd.

_Abd_. Stay, beauteous Maid, stay, and receive that Crown, [_Leads her back_.

Which as your due, Heav'n and all _Spain_ present you with.

_Alon_. But granting _Philip_ is--that thing you call him, If we must grant him so, who then shall reign?

Not that we do not know who ought to reign, But ask who 'tis you will permit to do so. [_To_ Abd.

_Abd_. Who but bright _Leonora_! the Royal Off-spring Of n.o.ble _Philip_, whose Innocence and Beauty, Without th' advantage of her glorious Birth, Merits all Adoration.

_All_. With Joy we do salute her Queen.

_Abd_. Live _Leonora_! beauteous Queen of _Spain!

[Shout_.

_Alon_. From _Abdelazer_ this! it cannot be, At least not real. [_Aside_.

_Abd_. My Lords, Be it now your Care magnificently to provide Both for the Coronation, and the Marriage Of the fair Queen; Let nothing be omitted that may shew, How we can pay, where we so vastly owe.

[_Bows_.

_Alon_. I am much bound to _Spain_, and you, my Lords, For this great Condescenion.

_Leo_. My Lords, I thank ye all, And most the gallant Moor--I am not well-- [_Turns to Alon_.

Something surrounds my Heart so full of Death, I must retire to give my Sorrow Breath.

[_Ex_. Leo. _followed by all but_ Abd. _and_ Rod. _who looks on_ Abd.

_Rod_. Sir,--what have you done?

_Abd_. What every Man that loves like me shou'd do; Undone my self for ever, to beget One Moment's thought in her, that I adore her; That she may know, none ever lov'd like me, I've thrown away the Diadem of _Spain_-- 'Tis gone! and there's no more to set but this-- (My Heart) at all, and at this one last Cast, Sweep up my former Losses, or be undone.

_Rod_. You court at a vast Rate, Sir.

_Abd_. Oh, she's a G.o.ddess! a Creature made by Heaven To make my prosperous Toils all sweet and charming!

She must be Queen, I and the G.o.ds decree it.

_Rod_. Sir, is she not designed _Alonzo's_ Bride?

_Abd_. Yes, so her self and he have ill agreed; But Heav'n and I am of another Mind, And must be first obey'd.

_Rod. Alonzo_ will not yield his Interest easily.

_Abd_. Wou'd that were all my stop to Happiness; But, _Roderigo_, this fond amorous Queen Sits heavy on my Heart.

_Rod_. She's but a Woman, nor has more Lives than one.

_Abd_. True, _Roderigo_, and thou hast dealt in Murders, And knowest the safest way to--

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