_Cyd_. To your commands I strict obedience owe,
And my last act of it I come to show:
I want the heart to die before your eyes,
But grief will finish that which fear denies.
_Alm_. Your will should by your father's precept move.
_Cyd_. When he was young, he taught me truth in love.
_Alm_. He found more love than he deserved, 'tis true,
And that, it seems, is lucky too to you;
Your father's folly took a headstrong course,
But I'll rule yours, and teach you love by force.
_Enter Messenger_.
_Mess_. Arm, arm, O king! the enemy comes on,
A sharp assault already is begun;
Their murdering guns play fiercely on the walls.
_Odm_. Now, rival, let us run where honour calls.
_Guy_. I have discharged what gratitude did owe,
And the brave Spaniard is again my foe.
[_Exeunt_ ODMAR _and_ GUYOMAR.
_Mont_. Our walls are high, and multitudes defend:
Their vain attempt must in their ruin end;
The nuptials with my presence shall be graced.
_Alib_. At least but stay 'till the assault be past.
_Alm_. Sister, in vain you urge him to delay,
The king has promised, and he shall obey.
_Enter second Messenger_.
_2 Mess_. From several parts the enemy's repelled,
One only quarter to the assault does yield.
_Enter third Messenger_.
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