That blazes out, when love too fiercely burns. Arp. For thee to wrong me, and for me to suffer, Is the hard lesson that my soul has learnt, And still to be perverse, it is a manner Arp. Then, to retrieve the honour of my sex, Here I disclaim that changing and inconstancy : To thee I will be ever as I am. Baj. Thou say'st I am a tyrant; think so still, And let it warn thy prudence to lay hold On the good hour of peace, that courts thee To court thy stubborn temper with endearments. Death? 'Tis the greatest mercy thou canst give; I will call Heaven and earth to my assistance. Buj. Confusion! dost thou brave me? But my wrath Shall find a passage to thy swelling heart, Thou shalt behold him when his pangs are terrible, Then, when he stares, and gasps, and struggles strongly, Even in the bitterest agony of dying; way, And resolution sickens at the thought; 'Tis all the boasted courage of thy sex; Arp. By all my hopes of happiness, I dare!My soul is come within her ken of Heaven; Charmed with the joys and beauties of that place, Her thoughts and all her cares she fixes there, Though ruffling winds deform this lower world. This moment then shall shew I am a Greek, My love prepares a victim to thy pride, And when it greets thee next, 'twill be in blood. [Exit BAJAZET. Arp. My heart beats higher, and my nimble spirits Ride swiftly through their purple channels round. 'Tis the last blaze of life. Nature revives, Like a dim winking lamp, that flashes brightly With parting light, and straight is dark for ever.. And see, my last of sorrows is at hand; Death and Moneses come together to me; As if my stars, that had so long been cruel, Grew kind at last, and gave me all I wish. Enter MONESES, guarded by some Mutes; others attending with a cup of poison, and a bowstring. Mon. I charge ye, O ye ministers of fate! Be swift to execute your master's will; Bear me to my Arpasia; let me tell her, The tyrant is grown kind. He bids me go, And die beneath her feet. A joy shoots through My drooping breast; as often, when the trumpet Has called my youthful ardour forth to battle, High in my hopes, and ravish'd with the sound, I have rush'd eager on, amidst the foremost, Arp. If it be happiness, alas! to die, tain bliss. The tyrant's cruel violence, thy loss, Mon. Since thou art armed for all things after death, Why should the pomp and preparation of it Arp. Think, ere we part! Arp. Of something soft, Tender and kind, of something wondrous sad. Mon. My tongue is at a loss; Thoughts crowd so fast, thy name is all I've left, My kindest, truest, dearest, best Arpasia! [The Mutes struggle with him. Arp. I have a thousand, thousand things to utter, A thousand more to hear yet. Barbarous villains! Give me a minute. Speak to me, Moneses! Mon. Speak to thee? 'Tis the business of my life, 'Tis all the use I have for vital air. Stand off, ye slaves! To tell thee that my heart Is full of thee; that, even at this dread moment, My fond eyes gaze with joy and rapture on thee; Angels, and light itself, are not so fair. Enter BAJAZET, HALY, and Attendants. Baj. Ha! wherefore lives this dog? Be quick, ye slaves! And rid me of my pain. And the last night, can shut out my Arpasia. [The Mutes strangle MONESES. Arp. Oh, dismal! 'tis not to be borne! Ye moralists! Ye talkers! what are all your precepts now? Patience? distraction! Blast the tyrant, blast him, Avenging lightnings! Snatch him hence, ye fiends! Love! Death! Moneses! Nature can no more; Ruin is on her, and she sinks at once. [She sinks down. Baj. Help, Haly! raise her up, and bear her out! Ha. Alas! she faints. Arp. No, tyrant, 'tis in vain. Oh! I am now beyond thy cruel power; The peaceful slumber of the grave is on me: Even all the tedious day of life I've wandered, Bewildered with misfortunes: At length 'tis night, and I have reached my home. Forgetting all the toils and troubles past, Weary I'll lay me down, and sleep, till-Oh! Baj. Fly, ye slaves, [She dies And fetch me cordials! No, she shall not die! Spite of her sullen pride, I'll hold in life, And force her to be blest against her will. Ha. Already 'tis beyond the power of art; For, see, a deadly cold has froze the blood, The pliant limbs grow stiff, and lose their use, And all the animating fire is quenched: Even beauty too is dead; an ashy pale Grows o'er the roses; the red lips have lost Their fragrant hue, for want of that sweet breath, That blest them with its odours as it past. Baj. Can it be possible? Can rage and grief, Can love and indignation be so fierce, So mortal in a woman's heart? Confusion! Is she escaped then? What is royalty, If those, that are my slaves, and should live for me, Can die, and bid defiance to my power? Der. The valiant Omar sends, to tell thy greatness The hour of flight is come, and urges haste; Since he descries, near Tamerlane's pavilion, Bright troops of crowding torches, who from thence, On either hand, stretch far into the night, And seem to form a shining front of battle. Behold, even from this place thou mayʼst discern them. [Looking out. Baj. By Alla, yes! they cast a day around them, And the plain seems thick-set with stars, # heaven. Ha! or my eyes are false, they move this way; 'Tis certain so. Fly, Haly, to our daughter. [Exit HALI Let some secure the Christian prince, Axalla; We will begone this minute. Enter OMAR. Om. Lost! undone! Baj. What mean'st thou ? Om. All our hopes of flight are lost. Mirvan and Zama, with the Parthian horse, Inclose us round; they hold us in a toil. Baj. Ha! whence this unexpected curse of chance? Om. Too late I learnt, that early in the night A slave was suffered, by the princess' order, To pass the guard. I clove the villain down, Who yielded to his flight; but that's poor ven geance. That fugitive has raised the camp upon us, Axalla in our power, and angry Tamerlane Om. With those few friends I have, I for a while Can face their force: if they refuse us peace, Revenge shall sweeten ruin, and 'twill joy me, To drag my foe down with me, in my fall. [Exit OMAR. her bands! Thou art my bane, thou witch! thou infant parricide! But I will study to be strangely cruel; Tear thee to pieces, drink thy treacherous blood, She embraces him. The life my father gave shall hear his summons, And issue at the wound!Start not to feel safe. Baj. Away! my soul disdains the vile dependence! No, let me rather die, die like a king! [Shout. Disgrace will overtake my lingering hand; Die then! Thy father's shame, and thine, die with thee! [Offers to kill her. Sel. For Heaven, for pity's sake! Baj. No more, thou trifler! [She catches hold of his arm: Ha! dar'st thou bar my will?-Tear off her hold! When nature teaches even the brute creation my Behold them now streaming for mercy, mercy! Look on me, and deny me, if you can! 'Tis but for life I beg! Is that a boon So hard for me to obtain, or you to grant? Oh, spare me! Spare your Selima, my father! Baj. A lazy sloth hangs on my resolution: It is Selima!-Ha! What, my child! And can I murder her? Dreadful imagination!— Again they come! I leave her to my foes! [Shouts. And shall they triumph o'er the race of Bajazet! Die, Selima!-Is that a father's voice?— Rouse, rouse, my fury! Yes, she dies, the victim To my lost hopes! Out, out, thou foolish nature! Seize her, ye slaves! and strangle her this moment! [To the Mutes. Sel. Oh, let me die, by you! Behold my breast! I would not shrink! Oh, save me but from these! Baj. Dispatch! [The Mutes seize her. Sel. But for a moment, while I pray That Heaven may guard my royal father! Buj. Dogs! Sel. That you may only bless me, ere I die! [Shout Baj. Ye tedious villains! then the work is mine! [AS BAJAZET runs at SELIMA, with his sword, enter TAMERLANE, Axalla, &c. AXALLA gets between BAJAZET and SELIMA, whilst TAMERLANE and the rest drive BAJAZET and the Mutes off the Stage. Ar. And am I come to save thee? Oh, my Be this the whitest hour of all my life! Sel. Alas, Axalla! Death has been around me; Blood and tumultuous slaughter are about us, [Exeunt AXALLA and SELIMA. Enter TAMERLANE, the Prince of TANAIS, ZAMA, MIRVAN, and Soldiers; with BAJAZET, OMAR, and the Dervise, prisoners. Tam. Mercy at length gives up her peaceful sceptre, And justice sternly takes her turn to govern; 'Tis a rank world, and asks her keenest sword, To cut up villany of monstrous growth. Zama, take care, that with the earliest dawn, Those traitors meet the fate their treason merits. [Pointing to OMAR and the Dervise. For thee, thou tyrant! [To BAJ.] whose sive violence oppres Has ruined those thou shouldst protect at home; Whose wars, whose slaughters, whose assassinations, (That basest thirst of blood! that sin of cowards!) Whose faith, so often given, and always violated, Have been the offence of Heaven, and plague of earth- What punishment is equal to thy crimes? Baj. It is beneath me to decline my fate; I'll curse thee with my last, my parting breath, Tam. Behold the vain effects of earth-born EPILOGUE. Too well we saw what must have been our fate, With moving sounds you kindly drew the fair, 'Twas verse decay'd, or politics improv'd, Time was when busy faces were a jest, | When cheerful theatres with crowds were grac'd; Are busy now in settling peace and war: And ask who did elections lose or get- Another, that the tax and war may cease, Talks of the duke of Anjou's right and peace, And, from Spain's wise example, is for taking A viceroy of the mighty monarch's making; Who should all rights and liberties maintain, And English laws by learn'd dragoons explain Come, leave these politics, and follow wit; There, uncontroll'd, you may in judgment sit; VOL. I. 2 N |