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Though hopeless to escape, fought well and firmly;
Man. If human wisdom
Let it be thus, in spite of fate
Tam. The brave meet every accident
Mon. Far, far from that: I rather hold it grievous
Tam. A noble freedom Dwells with the brave, unknown to fawning syco
phants, And claims a privilege of being believ'd. I take thy praise as earnest of thy friendship.
Mon. Still you prevent the homage I should offer. Oh, royal sir! let my misfortunes plead, And wipe away the hostile mark I wore. I was, when not long since my fortune haild me,
Bless'd to my wish, I was the Prince-Moneses;
Mon. I have a sister, oh, severe remembrance! Our noble house's, nay, her sex's pride; Nor think my tongue too lavish, if I speak her Fair as the fame of virtue, and yet chaste As its cold precepts ; wise beyond her sex And blooming youth; soft as forgiving mercy, Yet greatly brave, and jealous for her honour: Such as she was, to say I barely lov'd her, Is poor to my soul's meaning. Prom our infancy, There grew a mutual tenderness between us, Till, not long since, her vows were kindly plighted To a young lord, the equal of her birth The happy day was fix’d, and now approaching, When faithless Bajazet (upon whose honour, In solemn treaty given, the Greeks depended) With sudden war broke in upon the country, Secure of peace, and for defence unready.
Tam. Let majesty no more be held divine, Since kings, who are call’d gods, profane themselves.
Mon. Among the wretches, whom that deluge swep: Away to slavery, myself and sister, Then passing near the frontiers to the court, (Which waited for her nuptials) were surpris'd, And made the captives of the tyrant's pow'r. Soon as we reach'd his court, we found our usage Beyond what we expected, fair and noble: "Twas then the storm of
victorious Look'd black, and seem'd to threaten, when he press'd
(By oft repeating instances) to draw
Tam. Wisely the tyrant strove to prop his cause
Mon. Let Bajazet
Tam. Haste, my Axalla, to dispose with safety Thy beauteous charge, and on the foe revenge The pain which 'absence gives; thy other care, Honour and arms, now summon thy attendance. Now do thy office well, my soul! Remember Thy cause, the cause of Heav'n and injur'd earth.
thou Supreme! if thy great spirit warms
My glowing breast, and fires my soul to arms,
[Exeunt TAMERLANE, MONESES, PRINCE OF
TANAIS, ZAMA, MIRVAN, and ATTENDANTS. Ax. The battle calls, and bids me haste to leave thee; Oh, Selima kBut let destruction wait. Are there not hours enough for blood and slaughter ? This moment shall be love's, and I will waste it In soft complainings, for thy sighs and coldness, For thy forgetful coldness ; even at Birza, When in thy father's court my eyes first own'd thee, Fairer than light, the joy of their beholding, Even then thou wert not thus.
Sel. Young and unskilful in the world's false arts, I suffer'd love to steal upon my softness, And warm me with a lambent guiltless flame: Yes, I have heard thee swear a thousand times, And call the conscious pow'rs of Heav'n to witness The tend'rest, truest, everlasting passion. But, oh! 'tis past; and I will charge remembrance To banish the fond image from my
soul. Since thou art sworn the foe of royal Bajazet, I have resolv'd to hate thee,
Ax. Is it possible!
Sel. Let life and death
Yet, since you urge
Ar. Oh, name it! say!
Sel. Forego your right of war,
Ar. Impossible! -The tumult of the battle, That bastes to join, cuts off all means of commerce Betwixt the armies.
Sel. Swear then to perform it,
Ax. By the sacred majesty
Sel. Ha! goest thou to the fight?
Ax. Give it way.