Ham. Their mongrel race is mixed with Christian breed;
Hence 'tis that they those dogs in prisons feed.
Abdelm. Our holy prophet wills, that charity
Should even to birds and beasts extended be:
None knows what fate is for himself designed;
The thought of human chance should make us kind.
Gom. We waste that time we to revenge should give:
Fall on: let no Abencerrago live. [Advancing before the rest of his party. Almanzor advancing on the other side, and describing a line with his sword.
Almanz. Upon thy life pass not this middle space;
Sure death stands guarding the forbidden place.
Gom. To dare that death, I will approach yet nigher;
Thus,—wert thou compassed in with circling fire. [They fight.
Boab. Disarm them both; if they resist you, kill. [Almanzor, in the midst of the guards, kills Gomel, and then is disarmed.
Almanz. Now you have but the leavings of my will.
Boab. Kill him! this insolent unknown shall fall,
And be the victim to atone you all.
Ozm. If he must die, not one of us will live:
That life he gave for us, for him we give.
Boab. It was a traitor's voice that spoke those words;
So are you all, who do not sheath your swords.