Abd. Patience and I am Foes: where’s my Florella? The King! and in Florella’s Bed-Chamber! Florella dead too!— Rise, thou eternal Author of my Shame; Gay thing—to you I speak, [King rises. And thus throw off Allegiance.
Qu. Oh, stay your Fury, generous Abdelazer.
Abd. Away, fond Woman. [Throws her from him.
King. Villain, to me this Language?
Abd. To thee, young amorous King. How at this dead and silent time of Night, Durst you approach the Lodgings of my Wife?
King. I scorn to answer thee.
Abd. I’ll search it in thy Heart then.
[They fight, Queen and Elv. run out crying Treason.
King. The Devil’s not yet ready for his Soul, And will not claim his due.—Oh, I am wounded. [Falls.
Abd. No doubt on’t, Sir, these are no Wounds of Love.