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The bitter and the sweet, the joy and pain,
Mon. Already am I onward of my way,
Arp. Alas! how happy have we been, Moneses !
Mon. Oh, cast not thy remembrance back, Arpasia! 'Tis grief unuţterable, 'tis distraction! Here let me kneel, and pay my latest vows. Be witness, all ye saints, thou Heav'n and nature, Be witness of my truth, for you have known it! Be witness, that I never knew a pleasure, In all the world could offer, like Arpasia! Be witness, that I liv'd but in Arpasia ! And, oh, be witness, that her loss has kill'd me!
Arp. While thou art speaking, life begins to fail, And every tender accent chills like: death.
Oh! let me haste then, yet, ere day declines
Mon. It is enough! Now to thy rest, my soul,
Arp. Fain would I still detain thee, hold thee still: Nor honour can forbid, that we together Should share the poor few minutes that remain. I swear, methinks ihis sad society Has somewhat pleasing in it.-Death's dark shades Seem, as we journey on, to lose their horror; At near approach the monsters, form’d by fear, Are vanish'd all, and leave the prospect clear; Amidst the gloomy vale a pleasing scene, With flow'rs adorn’d and never-fading green, Inviting stands, to take the wretched in: No wars, no wrongs, no tyrants, no despair, Disturb the quiet of a place so fair, But injur'd lovers find Elysium there. [Ereunt.
Enter BAJAZET, Omar, Haly, and the Dervise. Baj. Now, by the glorious tomb that shrines our
prophet, By Mecca's sacred temple, here I swear, Our daughter is thy bride and to that gift Such wealth, such pow'r, such honours will I add, That monarchs shall with envy view thy state, And own thou art a demi-god to them. Thou hast giv'n me what I wish’d, power of revenge, And when a king rewards, 'ris ample retribution.
Omar. Twelve Tartar lords, each potent in his tribe, Have sworn to own my cause, and draw their thou
To-morrow, from the ungrateful Parthian's side:
Der. Already, mighty sultan, art thou safe,
Baj. Ha ! with our queen and daughter !
Omar. They are ours: I mark'd the slaves, who waited on Axalla; They, when the emperor pass'd out, prest on, And mingled with the crowd, nor miss'd their lord:. He is your pris’ner, sir : I go this moment, To seize, and bring him to receive his doom.
[Erit OMAR. Baj. Haste, Haly, follow, and secure the Greek : Him too I wish to keep within my power.
Baj. Thou counsell'st well;
Der. And see, they come!
Enter Omar, with AXALLA, FOUR MUTES; SELIMA
following, weeping. Ax. I will not call thee villain ; 'tis a name Too holy for thy crime: to break thy faith, And turn a rebel to so good a master, Is an ingratitude unmatch'd on earth. The first revolting angel's pride could only Do more than thou hast done. Thou copy'st well, And keep'st the black original in view.
Omar. Do rage, and vainly call upon thy master To save his minion. My revenge has caught thee, And I will make thee curse that fond presuniption, That set thee on to rival me in aught.
Baj. Christian, I hold thy fate at my disposal !
Ax. Then briefly thus. Death is the choice I make;
Baj. Then take thy wish-Call in our mutes !
Sel. My father,
Baj. Rise, Selima! The slave deserves to die,
Sel. Some angel whisper to my anxious soul,
[Aside to AXALLA. Unkind and cruel, will you then do nothing? I find I am not worth thy least of cares.
Ar. Oh, labour not to hang dishonour on me!
I could bear sickness, pain, and poverty,
Sel. See, see, sir, he relents, [To BAJAZET.
Baj. Then mark how far a father's fondness yields. Till midnight I defer the death he merits, And give him up till then to thy persuasion. If, by that time, he meets my will, he lives ; If not, thyself shalt own he dies with justice,
Ax. "Tis but to lengthen life upon the rack: I am resolv'd already.
Sel. Oh, be still,
[Exeunt AXALLA and SELIMA.