Enter ALIBECH and CYDARIA.
Alib. O sir, if ever pity touched your breast,
Let it be now to your own blood exprest:
In tears your beauteous daughter drowns her sight,
Silent as dews that fall in dead of night.
Cyd. To your commands I strict obedience owe,
And my last act of it I come to show:
I want the heart to die before your eyes,
But grief will finish that which fear denies.
Alm. Your will should by your father's precept move.
Cyd. When he was young, he taught me truth in love.
Alm. He found more love than he deserved, 'tis true,
And that, it seems, is lucky too to you;
Your father's folly took a headstrong course,
But I'll rule yours, and teach you love by force.
Enter Messenger.
Mess. Arm, arm, O king! the enemy comes on, A sharp assault already is begun; Their murdering guns play fiercely on the walls.
Odm. Now, rival, let us run where honour calls.
Guy. I have discharged what gratitude did owe, And the brave Spaniard is again my foe.