Flor. Sir, my Lord is here.
King. Abdelazer, I have heard with much surprize,
O’ th’ Injuries you’ve receiv’d, and mean to right you:
My Father lov’d you well, made you his General,
I think you worthy of that Honour still.
Abd. True—for my Wife’s sake. [Aside.
King. When my Coronation is solemnized, Be present there, and re-assume your wonted State and Place; And see how I will check the insolent Cardinal.
Abd. I humbly thank my Sovereign—
[Kneels, and kisses the King’s Hand.
That he loves my Wife so well. [Aside.
[Exeunt.
Manent Abdelazer, Florella.
Flor. Wilt thou not pay my Service with one Smile? Have I not acted well the Suppliant’s part?
Abd. Oh wonderfully! y’ave learnt the Art to move. Go, leave me.
Flor. Still out of humour, thoughtful and displeas’d? And why at me, my Abdelazer? what have I done?
Abd. Rarely! you cannot do amiss you are so beautiful.
So very fair—Go, get you in, I say—
[Turns her in roughly.
She has the art of dallying with my Soul,
Teaching it lazy softness from her Looks.
But now a nobler Passion’s enter’d there,
And blows it thus—to Air—Idol Ambition,
Florella must to thee a Victim fall:
Revenge,—to thee—a Cardinal and Prince:
And to my Love and Jealousy, a King—
More yet, my mighty Deities, I’ll do,
None that you e’er inspir’d like me shall act;
That fawning servile Crew shall follow next,
Who with the Cardinal cry’d, banish Abdelazer.
_Like Eastern Monarchs I’ll adorn thy Fate,
And to the Shades thou shalt descend in State.