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And crash of rusty bars and creaking hinges ! A martyr, and a victim to my vows.
And ever and anon the sight was dashed Insensible of this last proof he's gone;
With frightful faces, and the meagre looks Yet fate alone can rob his mortal part
Of grim and ghastly executioners.

Of sense : his soul still sees, and knows each purYet inore this stillness terrifies my soul,

pose, Than did that scene of complicated horrors. And fixed event; of my persisting faith. It may be, that the cause of this my errand Then wherefore do I pause ? Give me the bowl. And purpose, being changed from life to death, [A mute kneels, and gives one of the bowls. Had also wrought this chilling change of temper. Hover a moment, yet, thou gentle spirit, Or does my heart bode more? What can it, more Soul of my love, and I will wait thy fight. Than death?

This to our mutual bliss, when joined above. Let them set down the bowls, and warn Alphonso

[Drinks That I am here-50. You return, and find Oh, friendly draught, already in my heart.

[Mutes going in. Cold, cold; my veins are icícles and frost. The king; tell him, what he required, I've done, I'll creep into his bosom, lay me there; And wait his coming to approve the deed. Cover us close—or I shall chill his breast,

[Exit Selim. And fright him from my arms. See, see, he

slides Enter Mutes.

Still farther from me; look, he hides his face, Zara. What have you seen? Ha! wherefore I cannot feel it-quite beyond my reach,-, stare you thus,

Oh, now he's gone, and all is dark- [Dies. [The mutes return, and look affrighted. [The mutes kneel, and mourn over her. With baggard eyes? Why are your arms across ? Your heavy and desponding heads hung down?

Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. Why is it you more than speak in these sad Alm. Oh, let me seek him in this horrid cell; signs?

For in the tomb, or prison, I alone Give me more ample knowledge of this mourn- Must hope to find him. ing.

Leon, 'Heavens! what dismal scene [They go to the scene, which openeng, she Of death is this? The eunuch, Selim, slain ! perceives the body.

Alm. Shew me, for I am come in search of Ha ! prostrate! bloody? headless! Oh I'm death; lost.

But want a guide ; for tears have dimmed my Oh, Osmyn! Oh, Alphonso ! Cruel fate !

sight. Cruel, cruel, oh, more than killing object!

Leon. Alas, a little farther, and behold I camne prepared to die, and see thee die Zara all pale and dead ! two frightful men, Nay, came prepared myself to give thee death— Who seem the murderers, kneel weeping by; But cannot bear to find thee thus, my Osmyn- Feeling remorse, too late, for what they've done. Oh, this accursed, this base, this treacherous But, oh, forbear--lift up your eyes no more; king!

But haste away, fly froin this fatal place,

Where miseries are multiplied; return,
Enter Selim.

Return, and look not on; for there's a dagger Sel. I've sought in vain, for no where can the Ready to stab the sight, and make your eyes king

Rain bloodBe found

Alm. Oh, I foreknow, foresee that object. Zura. Get thee to hell, and seek him there. Is it at last then so? Is he then dead?

[Stabs him. What! dead at last? quite, quite, for ever dead? Ilis hellish rage had wanted means to act, There, there, I see him; there he lies, the blood But for thy fatal and pernicious counsel. Yet bubbling from his wounds-Oh, more than Sel. You thought it better then--but I am re- savage! warded.

Had they or hearts or eyes, that did this deed? The mute you sent, by some mischance was seen, Could eyes endure to guide such cruel hands? And forced to yield your letter with his life; Are not my eyes guilty alike with theirs, I found the dead and bloody body stripped- That thus can gaze, and yet not turn to stone? My tongue faulters, and my voice fails--I sink- I do not weep! The springs of tears are Drink not the poison--for Alphonso ise{Dies.

dried ; Zara. As thou art now--and I shall quickly be. And of a sudden I am calm, as if 'Tis not that he is dead : for 'twas decreed All things were well; and yet my husband's murWe both should die. Nor is it that I survive;

dered! I have a certain remedy for that.

Yes, yes, I know to mourn! I'll sluice this heart, But, oh, he died unknowing in my heart! The source of woe, and let the torrent loose. He knew I loved, but knew not to what height; _ Those men have left to weep! they look on Nor that I meant to fall before his eyes,

me!

I hope they murder all on whom they look. Into thy lips pour the soft trickling halm
Behold me well; your bloody hands have erred, Of cordial sighs; and re-inspire thy bosom
And wrongfully have slain those innocents : With the breath of love. Shine, awake, Almeria !
I am the sacrifice designed to bleed,

Give a new birth to thy long-shaded eyes, And come prepared to yield my throat-They Then double on the day reflected light. shake

Alm. Where am I?' Heaven! what does this Their heads, in sign of grief and innocence !

dream intend? [They point at the bowl on the ground. Alph. Oh, may'st thou never dream of less deAnd point! What mean they? Ha! a cup; Oh, light, well

Nor ever wake to less substantial joys! I understand what medicine has been here. Alm. Given me again from death! Oh, all ye Oh, noble thirst ! yet greedy to drink all

powers, Oh, for another draught of death- -What Confirm this miracle! Can I believe

mean they? [They point at the other cup. My sight against my sight? and shall I trust Ha! point again ! 'tis there, and full, I hope. That sense, which, in one instant, shews him dead Thanks to the liberal hand that filled thee thus ! And living ?-Yes, I will; I've been abused I'll drink my glad acknowledgment

With apparitions and affrighting phantoms : Leon. Oh, hold,

This is my lord, my life, my only husband; For mercy's sake! Upon my knee I beg- I have him now, and we no more will part. Alm. With thee the kneeling world should beg My father, too, shall have compassionin vain.

Alph. Oh, my heart's comfort; 'tis not given Seest thou not there? Behold who prostrate lies,

to this And pleads against thee; who shall then pre- Frail life to be entirely blessed. Even now, vail ?

In this extremest joy my soul can taste, Yet I will take a cold and parting leave Yet I am dashed to think that thou must weep; From his pale lips; I'll kiss him ere 1 drink, Thy father fell where he designed my death. Lest the rank juice should blister on my mouth, Gonsalez and Alonzo, both of wounds And stain the colour of my last adieu.

Expiring, have, with their last breath, confessed Horror! a headless trunk! nor lips nor face, The just decree of Heaven, which on themselves [Coming near the body, starts and lets fall Has turned their own most bloody purposes. the сир.

Nay, I must grant, 'tis fit you should be thusBut spouting veins, and mangled flesh! Oh, Oh!

Let them remove the body from her sight. Enter Alphonso, Heli, Perez, with Garcia Ill-fated Zara! Ha! a cup! Alas! prisoner. Guards and Attendants.

Thy error then is plain! but I were fint Alph. Away, stand off! Where is she? let me Not to o’erflow in tribute to thy memory. fly,

Oh, Garcia ! Save her from death, and snatch her to my heart. Whose virtue has renounced thy father's crimes, Alm. Oh!

Seest thou how just the hand of Heaven has Alph. Forbear; my arms alone shall hold her been? up,

Let us, who through our innocence survive, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. Still in the paths of honour persevere, Oh, let me talk, to thy reviving sense,

And not from past or present ills despair; The words of joy and peace; warm thy cold For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds; beauties

And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds. With the new-flushing ardour of my cheek;

[Exeunt omnes.

(She weeps.

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VAN.

SCENE I.- Before Tamerlane's Tent. As if it said, 'Go forth, and be my champion,

Thou, most like me of all my works below.' Enter the Prince of Tanais, Zama, and Mir

Pr. No lust of rule, the common vice of kings,

No furious zeal, inspired by hot-brained priests, Pr. Hal to the sun! from whose returning Ill hid beneath religion's specious name, light

E’er drew his teinperate courage to the field: The cheerful soldier's arms new lustre take, But to redress an injured people's wrongs, To deck the pomp of battle. O, my friends! To save the weak one from the strong oppressor, Was ever such a glorious face of war?

Is all his end of war. And, when he draws See, from this height, how all Galatia's plains, The sword to punish, like relenting Heaven, With nations numberless, are covered o'er; He seems unwilling to deface his kind. Who, like a deluge, bide the face of earth, Mir. So rich his soul, in every virtuous grace, And leave no object in the vast horizon,

That, had not nature made him great by birth, But glittering arms, and skies.

Yet all the brave had sought him for their friend. Zam. Our Asian world,

The Christian prince, Axalla, nicely bred
From this important day, expects a lord; In polished arts of European courts,
This day they hope an end of all their woes, For him forsakes his native Italy,
Of tyranny, of bondage, and oppression, And lives a happy exile in his service.
From our victorious emperor, Tamerlane.

Pr. Pleased with the gentle manners of that Mir. Well has our holy Alla marked him out,

prince, The scourge of lawless pride, and dire ambition, Our mighty lord is lavish of his friendship; The great avenger of the groaning world. Though Omar and the Tartar lords repine, Well has he worn the sacred cause of justice And loudly tax their monarch as too partial. Upon his prosperous sword. Approving Heaven Zam. Ere the mid-hour of night, from tent to Still crowned the righteous warrior with success; tent,

lead on

war.

Unwearied, through the numerous host he past, Oh, thou fell monster, War! that in a moment Viewing, with careful eye, each several quarter; Layest waste the noblest part of the creation, Whilst from his looks, as from divinity,

The boast and masterpiece of the great Maker, The soldiers took presage, and cried, 'Lead on, That wears, in vain, the impression of his image, Great Alla, and our emperor;

Unprivileged from thee. To victory, and everlasting fame.'

Health to our friends, and to our arms success, Mir. Hear you of Bajazet?

[To the Prince, Zama, and Mirvan. Pr. Late in the evening

Such as the cause for which we fight deserves ! A slave, of near attendance on his person,

Pr. Nor can we ask beyond what Heaven beScaped to our camp. From him we learned, the

stows,
tyrant,

Preventing still our wishes. See, great sir,
With rage redoubled, for the fight prepares ; The universal joy your soldiers wear,
Soine accidental passion fires his breast, Omen of prosperous battle.
(Love, as 'tis thought, for a fair Grecian captive) Impatient of the tedious night, in arms
And adds new horror to his native fury.

Watchful they stood, expecting opening day;
For five returning suns, scarce was he seen And now are hardly by their leaders held
By any, the most favoured of his court,

From darting on the foe. Like a hot courser, But in lascivious ease, among his women, That bounding paws the mouldering soil, disLived, from the war retired; or else alone,

daining In sulien mood, sat meditating plagues

The rein that checks him, eager for the race. And ruin to the world; till yester morn,

Tam. Yes, prince, I mean to give a loose to Like fire, that, labouring upwards, rends the earth, He burst with fury from his tent, commanding This morn Axalla, with my Parthian horse, All should be ready for the fight this day. Arrives to join me. He, who, like a storm,

Zam. I know his temper well, since in his court, Swept, with his flying squadrons, all the plain Companion of the brave Axalla's embassy, Between Angoria's walls and yon tall mountains, I oft observed him proud, impatient

That seem to reach the clouds; and now he Of aught superior, e'en of Heaven, that made him;

comes, Fond of false glory, of the savage power

Loaden with spoils and conquest, to my

aid. Of ruling without reason, of confounding

(Flourish of Trumpets. Just and unjust, by an unbounded will;

Zam. These trumpets speak his presenceBy whom religion, honour, all the bands That ought to hold the jarring world in peace,

Enter AXALLA, who kneels to TAMERLANE. Were held the tricks of state, snares of wise Tam. Welcome ! thou worthy partner of my princes,

laurels, To draw their easy neighbours to destruction. Thou brother of my choice, a band more sacred Alir. Thrice, by our law and prophet, has he Than nature's brittle tie. By holy friendship, sworn,

Glory and fame stood still for thy arrival ! By the world's lord and maker, lasting peace, My soul seemed wanting in its better half, With our great master, and his royal friend, And languished for thy absence; like a prophet, The Grecian emperor; as oft, regardless That waits the inspiration of his god. Of plighted faith, with most unkingly baseness, Ar. My emperor! My ever royal master ! Has ta'en the advantage of their absent arms, To whom my secret soul more lowly bends, Without a war proclaimed, or cause pretended, Than forms of outward worship can express; To waste, with sword and fire, their fruitful fields; How poorly does your soldier pay this goodness, Like some accursed fiend, who, 'scaped from hell, Who wears his every hour of life out for you! Poisons the balmy air through which he flies, Yet 'tis his all, and what he has, he offers ; He blasts the bearded corn, and loaded branches, Nor now disdain to accept the gift he brings, The labouring hind's best hopes, and marks his way with ruin.

Enter SELIMA, MONESES, STRATOCLES, PrisonPr. But see his fate! The nighty Tamerlane

ers; Guards, Mutes, &c. Comes, like the proxy of inquiring Heaven, This earnest of your fortune. See, my lord, To judge, and to redress. [Flourish of trumpets. The noblest prize that ever graced my arms !

Approach, my fair-
Enter TAMERLANE, Guards, and other Tam. This is indeed to conquer,
Attendants.

And well to be rewarded for thy conquest;
Tam. Yet, yet a little, and destructive slaughter The bloom of opening flowers, unsullied beauty,
Shall rage around, and mar this beauteous pros- Softness, and sweetest innocence she wears,
pect;

And looks like nature in the world's first spring. Pass but an hour, which stands betwixt the lives But say, AxallaOf thousands and eternity. What change

Sel. Most renowned in war, Shall hasty death make in yon glittering plain !

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Look with compassion on a captive maid, Why art thou, then, a friend to Bajazet ?
Though born of hostile blood ; nor let my birth, And why my enemy?
Derived from Bajazet, prevent that mercy,

Mon. If human wisdom
Which every subject of your fortune finds. Could point out every action of our lives,
War is the province of ambitious man,

And say, 'Let it be thus, in spite of fate
Who tears the miserable world for empire; Or partial fortune,' then I had not been
Whilst our weak sex, incapable of wrong,

The wretch I am. On either side claims privilege of safety.

Tam. The brave meet every accident Tam. (raising her.] Rise, royal maid! the pride With equal minds. Think nobler of thy foes, of haughty power

Than to account thy chance in war an evil. Pays homage, not receives it, from the fair. Mon. Far, far froin that: I rather hold it Thy angry father fiercely calls me forth,

grievous, And urges me, unwillingly, to arms.

That I was forced even but to seem your enemy; Yet, though our frowning battles menace death, Nor think the baseness of a vanquished slave And mortal conflict, think not that we hold Moves me to flatter for precarious life, Thy innocence and virtue as our foe.

Or ill-bought freedom, when I swear, by Heaven! Here, till the fate of Asia is decided,

Were I to chuse, from all mankind, a master, In safety stay. To-morrow is your own.

It should be Tamerlane. Nor grieve for who may conquer, or who lose; Tam. A noble freedom Fortune on either side shall wait thy wishes. Dwells with the brave, unknown to fawning sycoSel. Where shall my wonder and my praise phants, begin?

And claims a privilege of being believed. From the successful labours of thy arms, I take thy praise as earnest of thy friendship. Or from a theme more soft, and full of peace, Mon. Still

you prevent the homage I should offer. Thy mercy and thy gentleness? Oh, Tamerlane ! O, royal sir ! let my misfortunes plead, What can I pay thee for this noble usage, And wipe away the hostile mark I wore. But grateful praise? So Heaven itself is paid. I was, when, not long since, my fortune hailed me, Give peace, ye powers above, peace to mankind; Blessed to my wish, I was the prince Moneses Nor let my father wage unequal war,

Born, and bred up to greatness: witness the blood, Against the force of such united virtues ! Which, through successive heroes' veins, allied Tam. Heaven hear thy pious wish !-But since To our Greek emperors, rolled down to me, our prospect

Feeds the bright flame of glory in my heart. Looks darkly on futurity, till fate

Tam. Even that, that princely tie should bind Determine for us, let thy beauty's safety Be my Axalla's care; in whose glad eyes, If virtue were not more than all alliance. I read what joy the pleasing service gives him. Mon. I have a sister,oh, severe remembrance! Is there amongst thy other prisoners aught Our noble house's, nay, her sex's pride ;

[To Ar. Nor think my tongue too lavish, if I speak her Worthy our knowledge ?

Fair as the fame of virtue, and yet chaste Ar. This brave man, my lord,

As its cold precepts; wise beyond her sex

[Pointing to Mon. And blooming youth; soft as forgiving mercy, With long resistance held the combat doubtful. Yet greatly brave, and jealous for her honour: His party, prest with numbers, soon grew faint, Such as she was, to say I barely loved her, And would have left their charge an easy prey; Is poor to my soul's meaning. From our infancy, Whilst he alone, undaunted at the odds, There grew a mutual tenderness between us, Though hopeless to escape, fought well and Till, not long since, her vows were kindly plighted firmly;

To a young lord, the equal of her birth. Nor yielded, till, o'ermatched by many hands, The happy day was fixed, and now approaching, He seemed to shame our conquest, whilst he When faithless Bajazet (upon whose honour, owned it.

In solemn treaty given, the Greeks depended) Tam. Thou speak’st him as a soldier should a With sudden war, broke in upon the country, soldier,

Secure of peace, and for defence unready: Just to the worth he finds. I would not war Tam. Let majesty no more be held divine,

[To Mon. Since kings, who are called gods, profane themWith aught that wears thy virtuous stamp of selves. greatness.

Mon. Among the wretches, whom that deluge Thy habit speaks thee Christian-Nay, yet more, swept My soul seems pleased to take acquaintance with Away to slavery, myself and sister, thee,

Then passing near the frontiers to the court, As if allied to thine : perhaps 'tis sympathy (Which waited for her nuptials) were surprised, Of honest minds; like strings wound up in music, and made the captives of the tyrant's power. Where, by one touch, both utter the same harmony. Soon as we reached bis court, we found our usage

thee to me,

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