[ANTONIO _draws them up, and takes_ ALM.
by_ the hand. Shouts again, and Drums._
_Enter_ DORAX _and_ SEBASTIAN, _attended by African Soldiers and
Portugueses._ ALMEYDA _and_ SEBASTIAN _run into each others arms,
and both speak together._
_Seb._ and _Alm._ My Sebastian! my Almeyda!
_Alm._ Do you then live?
_Seb._ And live to love thee ever.
_Bend._ How! Dorax and Sebastian still alive!
The Moors and Christians joined!--I thank thee, prophet.
_Dor._ The citadel is ours; and Muley-Zeydan
Safe under guard, but as becomes a prince.
Lay down your arms; such base plebeian blood
Would only stain the brightness of my sword,
And blunt it for some nobler work behind.
_Must._ I suppose you may put it up without offence to any man here
present. For my part, I have been loyal to my sovereign lady, though
that villain Benducar, and that hypocrite the Mufti, would have
corrupted me; but if those two escape public justice, then I and all
my late honest subjects here deserve hanging.
_Bend._ [_To_ DOR.] I'm sure I did my part to poison thee,
What saint soe'er has soldered thee again:
A dose less hot had burst through ribs of iron.
_Muf._ Not knowing that, I poisoned him once more,
And drenched him with a draught so deadly cold,
That, hadst not thou prevented, had congealed
The channel of his blood, and froze him dry.
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