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The bitter and the sweet, the joy and pain,
Death shall expunge at once, and ease my soul.
Prophet, take notice, I disclaim thy paradise,
Thy fragrant bow'rs, and everlasting shades;
Thou hast plac'd woman there, and all thy joys are
tainted.

[Erit BAJAZRT.
Arp. A little longer yet, be strong, my heart;
A little longer let the busy spirits
Keep on their cheerful round. It will not be!
Death is at last my due, and I will have it.
And see, the poor Moneses comes, to take
One sad adieu, and then we part for ever.

Enter Moneses.

Mon. Already am I onward of my way,
Thy tuneful voice comes like a hollow sound
At distance, to my ears. My eyes grow heavy,
'Tis the last office they shall ever do me,
To view thee once, and then to close and die.

Arp. Alas! how happy have we been, Moneses !
Ye gentle days, that once were ours, what joys
Did every cheerful morning bring along!
No fears, no jealousies, no angry parents,
That for une jual births, or fortunes frown'd;
But love, that kindly join'd our hearts, to bless us,
Made us a blessing too to all besides.

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
And the long night prevail, once more to tell thee
Moneses is myself; in my fond heart,
E'en in my vital blood, he lives and reigns:
The last dear object of my parting soul
Will be Moneses; the last breath, that lingers
Within my panting breast, shall sigh Moneses.

Mon. It is enough! Now to thy rest, my soul,
The world and thou have made an end at once.

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.

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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

sands,

To-morrow, from the ungrateful Parthian's side:
The leaders of the troops thro' which we pass,
Rais'd by my pow'r, devoted to my service,
Shall make our passage secret and secure.

Der. Already, mighty sultan, art thou safe,
Since, by yon passing torches' light, I guess,
To his pavilion Tamerlane retires,
Attended by a train of waiting courtiers.
All who reinain within these tents are thine,
And hail thee as their lord.
Ha! the Italian prince,
With sad Moneses, are not yet gone forth,

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.

[Exit HALY.
Der. If my dread lord permit his slave to speak,
I would advise to spare Axalla's life,
Till we are safe beyond the Parthian's pow'r:
Him, as our pledge of safety, may we hold;
And, could you gain him to assist your flight,
It might import you much.

Baj. Thou counsell'st well;
And tho’ I hate him (for he is a Christian,
And to my mortal enemy devoted),
Yet, to secure my liberty and vengeance,
I wish he now were ours.

Der. And see, they come!
Fortune repents; again she courts your side,
And, with this first fair offering of success,
She woocs you to forget her crime of yesterday,

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 !
One only way remains to mercy open;
Be partner of my flight and my revenge,
And thou art safe. Thy other choice is death.

Ax. Then briefly thus. Death is the choice I make;
Since, next to Heav'n, my master and my friend
Has interest in my life, and still shall claim it,

Baj. Then take thy wish-Call in our mutes !

Sel. My father,
If yet you have not sworn to cast me off,
And turn me out to wander in misfortune;
If yet my voice be gracious in your ears;
If yet my duty and my love offend not,
Oh, call your sentence back, and save Axalla!

Baj. Rise, Selima! The slave deserves to die,
Who durst, with sullen pride, refuse my mercy:
Yet, for thy sake, once more I offer life.

Sel. Some angel whisper to my anxious soul,
What I shall do to save him.
Axalla! seem but to consent.-

[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!

Oh, my

I could bear sickness, pain, and poverty,
Those mortal evils, worse than death, for thee.
But this-It has the force of fate against us,
And cannot be.

Sel. See, see, sir, he relents, [To BAJAZET.
Already he inclines to own your cause.
A little longer, and he is all yours.

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,
Nor rashly urge a ruin on us both !
"Tis but a moment more I have to save thee.
Be kind, auspicious Alla, to my pray'r;
More for my love, than for myself, I fear;
Neglect mankind a while, and make him all thy care!

[Exeunt AXALLA and SELIMA.
Baj. Moneses,—is that dog secur’d?
Omar. He is.
Baj. 'Tis well-My soul perceives returning great-

ness,
As nature feels the spring. Lightly she bounds,
And shakes dishonour, like a burden, from her;
Once more imperial, awful, and herself.

[Exeunt.

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