Qu. Leave me— [To the Women, who go out. Now my dear Moor.
Abd. Madam.
Qu. Why dost thou answer with that cold Reserve— Is that a Look—an Action for a Lover?
Abd. Ah, Madam—
Qu. Have I not taken off thy Banishment?
Restor’d thee to thy former State and Honours?
Nay, and heap’d new ones too, too mighty for thy Hopes;
And still to raise thee equal to this Heart,
Where thou must ever reign.
Abd. ‘Tis true, my bounteous Mistress, all this you’ve done— But—
Qu. But what, my Abdelazer?
Abd. I will not call it to your Memory.
Qu. What canst thou mean?
Abd. Why was the King remov’d?