Bar. Thy suit is vain.
Zap. Thus, kneeling at thy feet—(kneels.)
Bar. Thou thankless fair! (raises Zaphira.)
Thus to repay the labours of my love!
Had I not seiz'd the throne when Selim died,
Ere this thy foes had laid Algiers in ruin.
I check'd the warring pow'rs, and gave you peace,
Make thee but mine,
I will descend the throne, and call thy son
From banishment to empire.