_Cort_. You must not go where you may dangers meet.
The unruly sword will no destinction make;
And beauty will not there give wounds, but take.
_Alm_. Then stay and take me with you; tho' to be
A slave to wait upon your victory.
My heart unmoved can noise and horror bear:
Parting from you is all the death I fear.
_Cort_. Almeria, 'tis enough I leave you free:
You neither must stay here, nor go with me.
_Aim_. Then take my life, that will my rest restore:
'Tis all I ask, for saving yours before.
_Cort_. That were a barbarous return of love.
_Alm_. Yet, leaving it, you more inhuman prove.
In both extremes I some relief should find;
Oh! either hate me more, or be more kind.
_Cort_. Life of my soul, do not my absence mourn:
But chear your heart in hopes of my return.
[_To_ CYD.
Your noble father's life shall be my care;
And both your brothers I'm obliged to spare.
_Cyd_. Fate makes you deaf, while I in vain implore;--
My heart forebodes, I ne'er shall see you more:
I have but one request,--when I am dead,
Let not my rival to your love succeed.
_Cort_. Fate will be kinder than your fears foretell;
Farewell, my dear.
_Cyd_.--A long and last farewell:
--So eager to employ the cruel sword?
Can you not one, not one last look afford!
_Cort_.
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