Abd. Oh, damn her Quality.
Zar. I came just now
From waiting on his Person to the Banquet,
And heard him ask, if he might visit her to Night,
Having something to impart to her, that concern’d his Life.
Abd. And so it shall, by Heav’n! [Aside.
Zar. But she deny’d, and he the more intreated— But all in vain, Sir.
Abd. Go, Osmin, (you the Captain of my Guard of Moors)
Chuse out the best affected Officers,
To keep the Watch to Night—
Let every Guard be doubled—you may be liberal too—
And when I gave the Word, be ready all.
Osm. What shall the Word be?
[Ex. Zarrack.
Abd. Why—Treason—mean time make it your Business,
To watch the Prince’s coming from the Banquet;
Heated with Wine, and fearless of his Person,
You’ll find him easily to be attack’d.
Osm. Sir, do not doubt my Management nor Success.
[Ex. Osmin.
Abd. So, I thank thee, Nature, that in making me,
Thou didst design me Villain;
Hitting each Faculty for active Mischief:
Thou skilful Artist, thank thee for my Face,
It will discover nought that’s hid within.
Thus arm’d for Ills,
Darkness, and Horrour, I invoke your aid;
And thou dread Night, shade all your busy Stars
In blackest Clouds,
And let my Dagger’s Brightness only serve
To guide me to the Mark—and guide it so,
It may undo a Kingdom at one Blow.
[Exit.