_K._ Come hither, Almeh. I have news for thee.

_Al._ O kindest father, Thou healest my heart, that hath the chief enlargement In this deliverance. If they know it not, 1311 May I go tell them?

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_K._ Stay. There’s one condition. It lies with thee to fix the day.

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_K._ ’Tis thus. I make their liberty A gift to thee the day thou shalt be married To Tarudante.

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_K._ The smile that came So quickly to thy face hath fled again. Is the condition hard?

_Al._ To do the thing I never wished, 1320 And if I wished lies not in me to do.

_K._ Thou dost not wish, sayst thou? It lies not in thee?

_Al._ ’Tis true I do not wish this marriage, sire.

_K._ Well, well. To wish to leave thy home and me Were undesired: but to obey my will, To trust thy welfare to my guidance, girl; Not to oppose my dictates....

_Al._ Truly, father, I have found as little occasion to oppose, As I have power to stand against thy will. 1329

_K._ I know it, child: but for that hold thee to blame: Thou hast not wished: ’tis in thy power to wish. Marriage thou dost not wish: but thou must wish What is my will; which to make more thine own I add this boon. Was’t not thy chief desire? Dost thou not thank me?

_K._ ’Tis no small gift, the lives of fifty men.

_Al._ Tell me, sire; with the captives dost thou reckon Prince Ferdinand of Portugal?

_K._ I knew Thou wouldst ask this, and am content to grant it. See how I yield. I will go fetch thy lover: 1340 Be ready to receive him: what thou dost Ruleth his happiness as well as mine, And theirs whose life I give thee. Await him here.

_Al._ (_aside_). It cannot be: I dare not tell—

_Al._ I know not. I have not well understood; not yet considered.

_Al._ Dost thou promise The Christian captives and prince Ferdinand Shall all, the day I am married, be set free?

_Al._ And if I marry not Morocco, 1350 What is their fate?

_K._ They die; unless the prince Surrender Ceuta to me.

_Al._ O sire, the prince Spared Sala’s life: thou owest as much to him: Thou mayst not kill him.

_K._ See, if that’s a scruple, How thou mayst gratify thyself and Sala. I put this in thy power. Canst not thou thank me, And smile on Tarudante?

_Al._ I thank thee, sire. If I seemed not to thank thee, ’twas the effect Of suddenness, nothing but suddenness. I am glad to do it.