Osm. Death! I’m undone; I’ll after him, and kill him. [Offers to go.
Abd. Osmin, I’ve business with you.—
[Osm. comes back bowing.
As they are going off, enter Leonora, Ordonio, other
Lords, and Women.
Leon. Oh Prince! for Pity hear and grant my Suit.
[Kneels.
Abd. When so much Beauty’s prostrate at my Feet,
What is’t I can deny?—rise, thou brightest Virgin
That ever Nature made;
Rise, and command my Life, my Soul, my Honour.
Leon. No, let me hang for ever on your Knees, Unless you’ll grant Alonzo Liberty.
Abd. Rise, I will grant it; though Alonzo, Madam, Betray’d that Trust I had repos’d in him.
Leon. I know there’s some Mistake; let me negotiate
Between my Brother and the Gallant Moor.
I cannot force your Guards,
There is no Danger in a Woman’s Arm.
Abd. In your bright Eyes there is, that may corrupt ‘em more Than all the Treasures of the Eastern Kings. Yet, Madam, here I do resign my Power; Act as you please, dismiss Alonzo’s Chains. And since you are so generous, to despise This Crown, which I have given you, Philip shall owe his Greatness to your Bounty, And whilst he makes me safe, shall rule in Spain. —Osmin— [Whispers.
Ord. And will you trust him, Madam?