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Patience! distraction! Blast the tyrant, biast Baj. What meanest thou ? him,

Om. All our hopes of fight are lost. Avenging lightnings! Snatch him hence, ye | Mirvan and Zama, with the Parthian horse, fiends!

Inclose us round; they hold us in a toil. Love! Death! Moneses! Nature can no more; Baj. Ha! whence this unexpected curse of Ruin is on her, and she sinks at once.


[She sinks down. Om. Too late I learnt, that early in the night Baj. Help, Haly! raise her up, and bear her A slave was suffered, by the princess' order, out!

To pass the guard. I clove the villain down, Ha. Alas! She faints.

Who yielded to his flight; but that's poor venArp. No, tyrant, 'tis in vain.

geance ! Oh! I am now beyond thy cruel power;

That fugitive has raised the camp upon us, The peaceful slumber of the grave is on me: And unperceived, by favour of the night, Even all the tedious days of life I have wandered, In silence they have marched to intercept us, Bewildered with misfortunes :

Baj. My daughter! Oh, the traitress!
At length 'tis night, and I have reached

Der. Yet we have
Forgetting all the toils and troubles past, Axalla in our power, and angry Tamerlane
Weary I'll lay me down, and sleep, till -Oh! Will buy his favourite's life, on any terms.

She dies. Om. With those few friends I have, I for a Baj. Fly, ye slaves !

while And fetch me cordials. No, she shall not die! Can face their force : if they refuse us peace, Spite of her sullen pride, I'll hold in life, Revenge shall sweeten ruin, and 'twill joy me, And force her to be blest against her will. To drag my foe down with me, in fall. Ha. Already 'tis beyond the power of art;

(Erit Omar. For, see, a deadly cold has froze the blood, The pliant limbs grow stiff, and lose their use,

Enter Haly, with Selima, weeping. And all the animating fire is quenched :

Baj. See where she comes, with well-dissemEven beauty too is dead; an ashy pale

bled innocence; Grows o'er the roses; the red lips have lost With truth and faith so lovely in her face, Their fragrant hue, for want of that sweet As if she durst even disavow the falsehood.breath,

Hop'st thou to make amends with trifling tears, That blest them with its odours as it past. For my lost crown, and disappointed vengeance?

Baj. Can it be possible? Can rage and grief, Ungrateful Selima! thy father's curse! Can love and indignation be so fierce,

Bring forth the minion of her foolish heart! So mortal in a wornan's heart? Confusion ! He dies this moment. Is she escaped then? What is royalty,

Ha. Would I could not speak If those, that are my slaves, and should live for The crime of fatal love! The slave who fled,

By whom we are undone, was that Axalla. Can die, and bid defiance to my power?

Baj. Ha! sayest thou?

. Hid beneath that vile appearance,
Enter the Dervise.

The princess found a means for his escape. Der. The valiant Omar sends, to tell thy Sel. I am undone! even nature has disclaimgreatness

ed me! The hour of fight is come, and urges haste; My father! have I lost you all ? My father! Since he descries, near Tamerlane's pavilion, Baj. Talk'st thou of nature, who hast broke Bright troops of crowding torches, who from her bands! thence,

Thou art my bane, thou witch! thou infant parOn either hand, stretch far into the night,

ricide! And seem to form a shining front of battle. But I will study to be strangely cruel; Behold, even from this place thou mayst discern I will forget the folly of my fondness; them.

(Looking out. Drive all the father from my breast; now snatch Baj. By Alla, yes! they cast a day around them, thee, And the plain seems thick-set with stars, as Tear thee to pieces, drink thy treacherous blood, heaven.

And make thee answer all my great revenge! Ha! or my eyes are false, they move this way; Now, now, thou traitress ! [Offers to kill her. 'Tis certain so. Fly, Haly, to our daughter. Sel. Plunge the poignard deep! [Erit Haly.

(She embraces him. Let some secure the Christian prince, Axalla; The life my father gave shall hear his summons, We will begone this minute.

And issue at the wound!Start not to feel

My heart's warm blood gush out upon your hands ; Enter OMAR.

Since from your spring I drew the purple stream, Om. Lost! undone!

And I must pay it back, if you demand it.



Baj. Hence, from my thoughts, thou soft re- Be this the whitest hour of all my life! lenting weakness!

This one success is more than all my wars, Has thou not given me up a prey ? betrayed me! The noblest, dearest glory of my sword. Sel. Oh, not for worlds! not even for all the Sel. Alas, Axalla! Death has been around me; joys,

My coward soul still trembles at the fright, Love, or the prophet's paradise can give ! And seems but half secure, even in thy arıns. Amidst the fears and sorrows of my soul,

Ax. Retire, my fair, and let me guard thee Amidst the thousand pains of anxious tenderness, forth: I made the gentle, kind Axalla swear,

Blood and tumultuous slaughter are about us, Your life, your crown, and honour, should be safe. And danger, in her ugliest forms, is here; Baj. Away ! my soul disdains the vile depend- Nor will the pleasure of my heart be full,

Till all my fears are ended in thy safety. No, let me rather die, die like a king!

(Exeunt Aralla and Selima, Shall I fall down at the proud Tartar's foot, And say, have mercy on me? Hark! they come! Enter TamerlanE, the Prince of Tanais, Za


Ma, Mirvan, and Soldiers ; with BAJAZET, Disgrace will overtake my lingering hand;

OMAR, and the Dervise, prisoners. Die then! Thy father's shame, and thine, die Tam. Mercy at length gives up her peaceful with thee ! [Offers to kill her.

sceptre, Sel. For Heaven, for pity's sake!

And justice sternly takes her turn to govern; Baj. No more, thou trifler!

'Tis a rank world, and asks her keenest sword, [She catches hold of his arm. To cut up villainy of monstrous growth. Ha ! darest thou bar my will? Tear off her hold! Zama, take care, that with the earliest dawn, Sel. What, not for life ! Should I not plead for Those traitors meet the fate their treason merits! life?

[Pointing to Omar and the Dervise. When nature teaches even the brute creation For thee, thou tyrant ! [To Baj.] whose oppresTo hold fast that, her best, her noblest gift.

sive violence Look on my eyes, which you so oft have kissed, Has ruined those thou shouldst protect at home; And swore they were your best-loved queen's, Whose wars, whose slaughters, whose assassinamy mother's;

tions, Behold them now streaming for mercy, mercy! (That basest thirst of blood! that sin of cowards!) Look on me, and deny me, if you can!

Whose faith, so often given, and always violated, 'Tis but for life I beg! Is that a boon

Have been the offence of Heaven, and plague of So hard for me to obtain, or you to grant?

earthOh, spare me! Spare your Selima, my father! What punishment is equal to thy crimes ?

Baj. A lazy sloth hangs on my resolution : The doom, thy rage designed for me, be thine : It is

my Selima l-Ha! What, my child ! Closed in a cage, like some destructive beast, And can I murder her?-Dreadful imagination! I'll have thee borne about, in public view, Again they come! I leave her to my foes ! A great example of that righteous vengeance,

[Shouts. That waits on cruelty, and pride, like thine. And shall they triumph o'er the race of Bajazet! Baj. It is beneath me to decline my fate; Die, Selima! Is that a father's voice?

I stand prepared to meet thy utmost hate : Rouse, rouse, my fury! Yes, she dies the victim Yet think not I will long thị triumph see: To my lost hopes! Out, out, thou foolish nature! None want the means, when the soul dares be Seize her, ye slaves! and strangle her this mo- free. ment!

[To the Mutes. I'll curse thee with my last, my parting breath, Sel. Oh, let me die by you ! Behold my breast! And keep the courage of my life, in death; I would not shrink ! Oh, save me but from these! Then boldly venture on that world unknown:

Baj. Dispatch! [The Mutes seize her. It cannot use me worse than this has done. Sel. But for a moment, while I pray

[Erit Bajuzet, guarded. That Heaven may guard my royal father.

Tam. Behold the vain effects of earth-born Baj. Dogs!

pride, Sel. That you may only bless me, ere I die. That scorned Heaven's laws, and all its power

[Shout. defied ! Baj. Ye tedious villains! then the work is mine! That could the hand, which formed it first, for

[As Bajazet runs at Selima, with his sword, get,

enter Tamerlane, Aralla, &c. Aralla And fondly say, I made myself be great!
gets between Bajazet and Selima, whilst But justly those above assert their sway,
Tamerlane and the rest drive Bajazet And teach even kings what homage they should
and the Mutes off the Stage.

pay, Ar. And am I come to save thee? Oh, my Who then rule best, when mindful to obey. joy!

[Exeunt omnes.


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WOMEN. Sciolto, a nobleman of Genoa.

Calista, daughter to Sciolto.
ALTAMONT, a young lord, in love with Calista. LAVINIA, sister to Altamont, and wife to Horatio.
HORATIO, his friend.

LUCILLA, confident to Calista.
Lothario, a young lord, and enemy to Altamont.
Rossano, his friend.

Scene,-Sciolto's palace and garden, with some part of the street near it, in Genoa.


Alt. Les this auspicious day be ever sacred, Forget! (but 'tis impossible) then let ine No mourning, no misfortunes happen on it; Forget the use and privilege of reason, Let it be marked for triumphs and rejoicings ; Be driven from the commerce of mankind, Let happy lovers ever make it holy,

To wander in the desert among brutes, Chuse it to bless their hopes, and crown their To bear the various fury of the seasons, wishes,

The night's unwholsome dew, and noon-day's This happy day, that gives me my Calista!

heat, Hor. Yes, Altamont; to-day thy better stars To be the scorn of earth and curse of heaven! Are joined to shed their kindest influence on thee; Hor. So open, so unbounded was his goodness, Sciolto's noble hand, that raised thee first, It reached even me, because I was thy friend. Half dead and drooping o'er thy father's grave, When that great man I loved, thy noble father, Completes it's bounty, and restores thy name Bequeathed thy gentle sister to my arms, To that high rank and lustre which it boasted, His last dear pledge and legacy of friendship, Before ungrateful Genoa had forgot

That happy tie made me Sciolto's son; The merit of thy god-like father's arms;

He called us his, and, with a parent's fondness, Before that country, which he long had served, Indulged us in his wealth, blessed us with plenty, In watchful councils, and in winter-camps, Healed all our cares, and sweetened love itself. Had cast off his white age to want and wretch- Alt. By Heaven, he found my fortunes so edness,

abandoned, And made their court to faction by his ruin. That nothing but a miracle could raise them : Alt. Oh, great Sciolto! Oh, my more than My father's bounty, and the state's ingratitude, father!

Had stripped him bare, not left him even a grave. Let me not live, but at thy very name,

Undone myself and sinking with his ruin, My eager heart springs up, and leaps with joy. I had no wealth to bring, nothing to succour him, When I forget the vast, vast debt I owe thee- But fruitless tears.



Hor. Yet what thou couldest, thou didst, One kind remembrance in Calista's breast,
And didst it like a son; when his hard creditors, The winds, with all their wings, would be too slow
Urged and assisted by Lothario's father,

To bear me to her feet. For oh, my father! (Foe to thy house, and rival of their greatness). Amidst the stream of joy that bears me on, By sentence of the cruel law forbid

Blest as I am, and honoured in your friendship, His venerable corpse to rest in earth,

There is one pain that hangs upon my heart. Thou gav'st thyself a ransom for his bones ; Sci. What

son? With piety uncommon didst give up

Alt. When at your intercession,
Thy hopeful youth to slaves, who ne'er knew Last night, Calista yielded to my happiness,

Just ere we parted, as I sealed my vows
Sour, unrelenting, money-loving villains, With rapture on her lips, I found her cold,
Who laugh at human nature and forgiveness, As a dead lover's statue on his tomb;
And are, like fiends, the factors of destruction. A rising'storm of passion sbook her breast,
Heaven, who beheld the pious act, approved it, Her eyes a piteous shower of tears let fall,
And bade Sciolto's bounty be its proxy,

And then she sighed, as if her heart were breakTo bless thy filial virtue with abundance.

ing. Alt. But see, he comes, the author of my hap- With all the tenderest eloquence of love, piness,

I begged to be a sharer in her grief : The man who saved my life from deadly sorrow, But she, with looks averse, and eyes that froze Who bids my days be blest with peace and plenty, me, And satisfies my soul with love and beauty! Sadly replied, her sorrows were her own,

Nor in a father's power to dispose of. Enter Sciolto; he runs to ALTAMONT, and em- Sci. Away! it is the cozenage of their sex ; braces him.

One of the common arts they practise on us : Sci. Joy to thee, Altamont ! Joy to myself! To sigh and weep then when their hearts beat Joy to this happy morn that makes thee mine ;

high That kindly grants what nature had denied me, With expectation of the coming joy. And makes me father of a son like thee! Thou hast in camps and fighting fields been bred,

Alt. My father! Oh, let me unlade my breast, Unknowing in the subtleties of women.
Pour out the fulness of my soul before you ; The virgin bride, who swoons with deadly fear,
Shew every tender, every grateful thought, To see the end of all her wishes near,
This wondrous goodness stirs. But it is impos- When blushing, from the light and public eyes,

To the kind covert of the night she fies,
And utterance all is vile; since I can only With equal fires to meet the bridegroom moves,
Swear you reign here, but never tell how much. Melts in his arms, and with a loose she loves.
Sci. It is enough; I know thee, thou art ho-

[Ereunt. nest; Goodness innate, and worth hereditary,

Enter LOTAARIO and Rossano. Are in thy mind; tby noble father's virtues Loth. The father, and the husband ! Spring freshly forth, and blossom in thy youth.

Ros. Let them pass.
Alt. Thus Heaven from nothing raised his | They saw us not.
faint creation,

Loth. I care not if they did;
And then, with wondrous joy, beheld its beauty, Ere long I mean to meet them face to face,
Well pleased to see the excellence he gave. And gall them with my triumph o'er Calista.
Sci. O, noble youth! I swear, since first I knew Ros. You lov'd her once.

Loth. I liked her, would have married her,
Even from that day of sorrows when I saw thee, But that it pleased her father to refuse me,
Adorned and lovely in thy filial tears,

To make this honourable fool her husband :
The mourner and redeemer of thy father, For which, if I forget him, may the shame
I set thee down, and sealed thee for my own : I mean to brand his name with, stick on mine!
Thou art my son, even near me as Calista. Ros. She, gentle soul, was kinder than her fa-
lloratio and Lavinia too are mine;

[Embraces Horatio. Loth. She was, and oft in private gave me
All are my children, and shall share my heart.

hearing; But wherefore waste we thus this happy day? Till, by long listening to the soothing tale, The laughing minutes summon thee to joy, At length her easy heart was wholly mine. And with new pleasures court thee as they pass ; Ros. I have heard you oft describe her, haughThy waiting bride even chides thee for delaying, ty, insolent, And swears thou com'st not with a bridegroom's And fierce with high disdain : it moves my wone haste.

der, Alt. Oh! could I hope there was one thought That virtue, thus defended, should be yielded of Altamont,

A prey to loose desires.




Loth. Hear then, I will tell thee :

They only meant ill-nature, cares, and quarrels. Once in a lone and secret hour of night,

Ros. How bore she this reply? When every eye was closed, and the pale moon Loth. Even as the earth, And stars alone shone conscious of the theft, When, winds pent up, or eating fires beneath, Hot with the Tuscan grape, and high in blood, Shaking the mass, she labours with destruction. Haply I stole unheeded to her chamber.

At first her rage was dumb, and wanted words; Ros. That minute sure was lucky.

But when the storın found way, it was wild and Loth. Oh, it was great!

loud. I found the fond, believing, love-sick maid, Mad as the priestess of the Delphic god, Loose, unattired, warm, tender, full of wishes; Enthusiastic passion swelled her breast, Fierceness and pride, the guardians of her ho- Enlarged her voice, and ruffled all her form. nour,

Proud, and disdainful of the love I proffered, Were charmed to rest, and love alone was waking. She called me villain ! monster! base betrayer ! Within her rising bosom all was calm,

At last, in very bitterness of soul, As peaceful seas that know no storms, and only With deadly imprecations on herself, Are gently lifted up and down by tides. She vowed severely never to see me more; I snatched the glorious golden opportunity, Then bid me fly that minute : I obeyed, And with prevailing, youthful ardour pressed her, And, bowing, left her to grow cool at leisure. 'Till with short sighs, and murniuring reluctance, Ros. She has relented since, else why this The yielding fair one gave me perfect happiness. message Even all the live-long night we passed in bliss, To meet the keeper of her secrets here In ecstacies too fierce to last for ever;

This morning!
At length the morn and cold indifference came; Loth. See the



named!. When, fully sated with the luscious banquet,

Enter LUCILLA. I hastily took leave, and left the nymph To think on what was past, and sigh alone. Well, my ambassadress, what must we treat of? Ros. You saw her soon) again?

Come you to menace war, and proud defiance, Loth. Too soon I saw her:

Or does the peaceful olive grace your message? For, Oh! that meeting was not like the former: Is your fair mistress calmer! Does she soften? I found my heart beat high no more with trans- And must we love again? Perhaps she means port,

To treat in juncture with her new ally, No more I sighed, and languished for enjoyment; And make her husband party to the agreement. 'Twas past, and reason took her turn to reign, Luc. Is this well done, my lord! Have you While every weakness fell before her throne. Ros. What of the lady?

All sense of human nature? Keep a little, Loth. With uneasy fondness

A little pity, to distinguish manhood, She hung upon me, wept, and sighed, and store Lest other men, though cruel, should disclaiin She was undone; talked of a priest, and mar- you, riage;

And judge you to be numbered with the brutes. Of flying with me from her father's power ; Loth. I see thou hast learned to rail. Called every saint, and blessed angel down,

Luc. I have learned to weep : To witness for her that she was my wife. That lesson my sad mistress often gives me : I started at that naine.

By day she seeks some melancholy shade, Ros. What answer iade you?

To hide her sorrows from the pryiug world; Loth. None; but pretending sudden pain and at night she watches all the long, long bours, illness,

And listens to the winds and beating rain, Escaped the persecution. Two nights since, With sighs as loud, and tears that fall as it; By message urged and frequent importunity, Then, ever and anon, she wrings her hands, Again I saw her. Straight with tears and sighs, And cries, false, false Lothario ! With swelling breasts, with swooning, with dis- Loth. Oh, no more! traction,

I swear thou wilt spoil thy pretty face with cria With all the subtleties and powerful arts

ing, Of wilful woman, labouring for her purpose, And thou hast beauty that may make thy fortune : Again she told the same dull nauseous tale. Some keeping cardinal shall doat upon thee, Unmoved, I begged her spare the ungrateful sub And barter bis church treasure for thy freshness. ject,

Luc. What! shall I sell iny innocence and Since I resolved, that love and peace of mind

youth, Might flourish long inviolate betwixt us,

For wealth or titles, to perfidious man! Never to load it with the marriage chain; To man, who makes his mirth of our in loing! That I would still retain her in my heart, 'The base, protest betraver of our sex! My ever gentle mistress and my friend!

Let me grow old in all inisfortunes else, But for those other names of wife and husband, Rather than know the sorrows of Calista! Vou. I.


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