To them, the King, Almahide, Abenamar, Esperanza, Guards, Attendants.
Boab. Approach, my Almahide, my charming fair,
Blessing of peace, and recompence of war.
This night is yours; and may your life still be
The same in joy, though not solemnity.
THE ZAMBRA DANCE.
SONG.
I.
Beneath a myrtle shade,
Which love for none, but happy lovers made,
I slept; and straight my love before me brought
Phyllis, the object of my waking thought.
Undressed she came my flames to meet,