[_Exeunt_ MUSTAPHA _and Rabble._
_Alm._ With gratitude as low as knees can pay [_Kneeling to him._
To those blest holy fires, our guardian angels,
Receive these thanks, till altars can be raised.
_Dor._ Arise, fair excellence, and pay no thanks, [_Raising her up._
Till time discover what I have deserved.
_Seb._ More than reward can answer.
If Portugal and Spain were joined to Africa,
And the main ocean crusted into land,
If universal monarchy were mine,
Here should the gift be placed.
_Dor._ And from some hands I should refuse that gift.
Be not too prodigal of promises;
But stint your bounty to one only grant,
Which I can ask with honour.
_Seb._ What I am
Is but thy gift; make what thou canst of me,
Secure of no repulse.
_Dor._ [_To_ SEB.] Dismiss your train.--
[_To_ ALM.] You, madam, please one moment to retire.
[SEBASTIAN _signs to the Portugueses to go
off;_ ALMEYDA, _bowing to him, gives off
also. The Africans follow her._
_Dor._ [_To the Captain of the Guard._]
With you one word in private. [_Goes out with the Captain._
_Seb._ [_Solus._] Reserved behaviour, open nobleness,
A long mysterious track of stern bounty:
But now the hand of fate is on the curtain,
And draws the scene to sight.
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