Rod. Thou may’st be Devil too, for ought I know; I’ll try thy Substance thus— [Stabs again.
Qu. Oh, Abdelazer!— Thou hast well reveng’d me—on my Sins of Love;— [He seats her in the Chair. But shall I die thus tamely unrcveng’d? —Help—murder—help— [He offers to stab again.
Enter Elvira, and other Women.
Elv. Oh Heavens! the Queen is murder’d—help the Queen!
[Rod. offers to stab Elv.
Enter Abdelazer.
Abd. Hah! the Queen! what sacrilegious Hand,
Or Heart so brutal—
Durst thus profane the Shrine ador’d by me?
Guard well the Passages.—
Qu. Thou art that sacrilegious—brutal thing!— And false as are the Deities thou worship’st.
Abd. Gods! let me not understand that killing Language?
—Inform me quickly, how you came thus wounded,
Lest looking on that sacred Stream of Blood,
I die e’er I’ve reveng’d you on your Murderer.
Qu. Haste then, and kill thy self; thou art my Murderer. Nor had his Hand, if not by thee instructed, Aim’d at a Sin so dangerous—