[_They all shout._
_Bend._ Think what I am, and what yourself may be,
[_To_ ALMEYDA _apart._
In being mine: refuse not proffered love,
That brings a crown.
_Alm._ [_To him._] I have resolved,
And these shall know my thoughts.
_Bend._ [_To her._] On that I build.-- [_He comes up to the Rabble._
Joy to the people for the tyrant's death!
Oppression, rapine, banishment, and blood,
Are now no more; but speechless as that tongue,
That lies for ever still.
How is my grief divided with my joy,
When I must own I killed him! Bid me speak;
For not to bid me, is to disallow
What for your sakes is done.
_Must._ In the name of the people, we command you speak: but that
pretty lady shall speak first; for we have taken somewhat of a liking
to her person.--Be not afraid, lady, to speak to these rude
raggamuffians; there is nothing shall offend you, unless it be their
stink, an't please you. [_Making a leg._
_Alm._ Why should I fear to speak, who am your queen?
My peaceful father swayed the sceptre long,
And you enjoyed the blessings of his reign,
While you deserved the name of Africans.
Then, not commanded, but commanding you,
Fearless I speak: know me for what I am.
_Bend._ How she assumes! I like not this beginning. [_Aside._
_Alm.
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