Qu. Make haste, my dearest Moor, whilst I retire, And fit my Soul to meet thy kind Desire.
[Ex. Queen and her Train; Leon, advancing to follow, is staid by Abd.
Abd. Stay, beauteous Maid, stay, and receive that Crown, [Leads her back. Which as your due, Heav’n and all Spain present you with.
Alon. But granting Philip is—that thing you call him,
If we must grant him so, who then shall reign?
Not that we do not know who ought to reign,
But ask who ‘tis you will permit to do so. [To Abd.
Abd. Who but bright Leonora! the Royal Off-spring
Of noble Philip, whose Innocence and Beauty,
Without th’ advantage of her glorious Birth,
Merits all Adoration.
All. With Joy we do salute her Queen.
Abd. Live Leonora! beauteous Queen of Spain!
[Shout.
Alon. From Abdelazer this! it cannot be, At least not real. [Aside.
Abd. My Lords,
Be it now your Care magnificently to provide
Both for the Coronation, and the Marriage
Of the fair Queen;
Let nothing be omitted that may shew,
How we can pay, where we so vastly owe.
[Bows.
Alon. I am much bound to Spain, and you, my Lords, For this great Condescenion.