Enter Ferdinand, Isabella, Don Alonzo d'Aguilar; Spaniards and Ladies.
K. Ferd. Already more than half the town is gained,
But there is yet a doubtful fight maintained.
Alonz. The fierce young king the entered does attack,
And the more fierce Almanzor drives them back.
K. Ferd. The valiant Moors like raging lions fight;
Each youth encouraged by his lady's sight.
Q. Isabel. I will advance with such a shining train,
That Moorish beauties shall oppose in vain.
Into the press of clashing swords we'll go,
And, where the darts fly thickest, seek the foe.
K. Ferd. May heaven, which has inspired this generous thought,
Avert those dangers you have boldly sought!
Call up more troops; the women, to our shame,
Will ravish from the men their part of fame. [Exeunt Isabella and Ladies.
Enter Alabez, and kisses the King's hand.
Alabez. Fair Lyndaraxa, and the Zegry line,
Have led their forces with your troops to join;
The adverse part, which obstinately fought,
Are broke, and Abdelmelech prisoner brought.
K. Ferd. Fair Lyndaraxa, and her friends, shall find
The effects of an obliged and grateful mind.
Alabez. But, marching by the Vivarambla place,
The combat carried a more doubtful face:
In that vast square the Moors and Spaniards met,
Where the fierce conflict is continued yet;
But with advantage on the adverse side,
Whom fierce Almanzor does to conquest guide.