King. Whate’er they be, you might have spar’d ‘em now,
Since those Florella give me were sufficient:
—And yet a little longer, fixing thus
Thou’dst seen me turn to Earth, without thy aid.
Florella!—Florella!—is thy Soul fled so far
It cannot answer me, and call me on?
And yet like dying Ecchoes in my Ears,
I hear thee cry, my Love—I come—I come, fair Soul.
—Thus at thy Feet—my Heart shall bleeding—lie.
Who since it liv’d for thee—for thee—will die. [Dies.
Abd. So—thou art gone—there was a King but now,
And now a senseless, dull, and breathless nothing.
[A noise of fighting without.
Enter Queen running.
Qu. Oh Heavens! my Son—the King, the King is kill’d!— Yet I must save his Murderer:—Fly, my Moor;
Alonzo, Sir, assisted by some Friends, Has set upon your Guards, And with resistless Fury is making hither.
Abd. Let him come on.
Enter Alonzo and others, led in by Osmin, Zarrack, and Moors.
Oh, are you fast? [Takes away their Swords.
Alon. What mean’st thou, Villain?
Abd. To put your Swords to better uses, Sir, Than to defend the cause of Ravishers.
Alon. Oh Heavens, the King is murder’d!