Abdelm. The action we have done we will maintain.
Selin. Then let the king depart, and we will try
Our cause by arms.
Zul. For us and victory.
Boab. A king entreats you.
Almanz. What subjects will precarious kings regard?
A beggar speaks too softly to be heard:
Lay down your arms! 'tis I command you now.
Do it—or, by our prophet's soul I vow,
My hands shall right your king on him I seize.
Now let me see whose look but disobeys.
All. Long live king Mahomet Boabdelin!
Almanz. No more; but hushed as midnight silence go:
He will not have your acclamations now.
Hence, you unthinking crowd!— [The Common People go off on both parties.
Empire, thou poor and despicable thing,
When such as these make or unmake a king!
Abdal. How much of virtue lies in one great soul, [Embracing him.
Whose single force can multitudes controul! [A trumpet within.
Enter a Messenger.
Messen. The Duke of Arcos, sir,
Does with a trumpet from the foe appear.