Abdelm. 'Tis therefore I this punishment provide:
This only can revenge me on your pride.
Prepare to suffer what you shun in vain;
And know, you now are to obey, not reign.
Enter Almahide shrieking; her hair loose; she runs over the stage.
Almah. Help, help, O heaven, some help!
Enter Zulema and Hamet.
Zul. Make haste before,
And intercept her passage to the door.
Abdelm. Villains, what act are you attempting here!
Almah.
I thank thee, heaven! some succour does appear. [As Abdelmelech is going to help the Queen, Lyndaraxa pulls out his sword, and holds it.
Abdelm. With what ill fate my good design is curst!
Zul. We have no time to think; dispatch him first.
Abdelm. O for a sword! [They make at Abdelmelech; he goes off at one door, while the Queen escapes at the other.