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Mon. For only death,
And the last night, can shut out my Arpasia.

[The Mutes strangle MONESES. Arp. Oh, dismal ! 'tis not to be borne ! Ye mo

ralists ! 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 !--Oh! She dies,

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 escap'd then? What is royalty, If those, that are my slaves, and should live for me, Can die, and bid defiance to my power ?

Enter the DERVISE.

Der. The valiant Omar sends, to tell thy greatness The hour of light is come, and


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, ev'n from this place thou may'st discern them.

(Looking out, ; Baj. By Alla, yes! they cast a day around them, And the plain seems thick set with stars, as heav'n. Ha! or my eyes are false, they move this way ; Tis certain so. Fly, Haly, to our daughter.

[Exit HALY. Let some secure the christian prince, Axalla ;We will begone this minute.

Enter OMAR.

Omar. Lost ! undone !

Baj. What mean'st thou ?

Omar. All our hopes of flight are lost. Mirvan and Zama, with the Parthian horse, Enclose us round, they hold us in a toil.

Baj. Ha! whence this unexpected curse of chances

Omar. Too late I learnt, that, early in the night, A slave was suffer'd, by the princess' order, To

pass the guard. I clove the villain down, Who yielded to his flight: but that's poor vengeance! That fugitive has rais’d the camp upon us, And, unperceiv'd, by favour of the night, In silence they have march'd to intercept us.

Baj. My daughter! Oh, the traitress!

Der. Yet, we have
Axalla in our power; and angry

Will buy his fav'rite's life, on any terms.
Omar. With those few friends I have, I, for a

while, Can face their force : if they refuse us peace, Revenge shall sweeten ruin.

[Exit. Enter Haly, with Selima, weeping. Baj. See where she comes, with well dissembled

With truth and faith so lovely in her face,
As if she durst e'en disavow the falsehood.-
Hop'st thou to make amends with trifling tears,
For my lost crown, and disappointed vengeance?
Ungrateful Selima! thy father's curse!
Bring forth the minion of her foolish heart!
He dies this moment.

Haly. 'Would I could not speak
The crime of fatal love! The slave, who fled,
By whom we are undone, was that Axalla.

Baj. Ha ! say'st thou?

Haly. Hid beneath that vile appearance, The princess found a means for his escape.

Sel, I am undone! ev'n nature has disclaim'd me! My father! have I lost

you all? My father! Baj. Talk'st thou of nature, who hast broke her

bands ! Thou art my bane, thou witch ! thou infant parricide! But I will study to be strangely cruel ; I will forget the folly of my fondness; Drive all the father from my breast; now snatch thee, Tear thee to pieces, drink thy treacherous blood, And make thee answer all my great revenge ! Now, now, thou traitress !


to kill her. Sel. Plunge the poignard deep ! [She kneels. The life my father gave shall hear his summons, And issue at the wound-Since from your spring. I drew the purple stream, And I must pay it back, if you demand it. Baj. Hence from my thoughts, thou soft relenting

weakness. Hast thou not given me up a prey ? betray'd me!

Sel. Oh, not for worlds! not ev'n for all the joys, Love, or the prophet's paradise, can give! Amidst the thousand pains of anxious tenderness, I made the gentle, kind, Axalla swear, Your life, your crown, and honour should be safe.

Baj. Away! my soul disdains the vile dependence ! No, let me rather die, die like a king ! Shall I fall down at the proud Tartar's foot, And say, Have mercy on me? Hark! they come!

[Shout. Disgrace will overtake my ling'ring hand; Die then! Thy father's shame, and thine, die with thee.

[Offers to kill her. Sel. For Heav'n, for pity's sake!

[She catches hold of his Arm. Baj. Ha! dar’st thou bar my will? Tear off her hold! Sel. What, ņot for life ! Should I not plead for life?



Look on my eyes, which you so oft have kiss'd,
And swore they were your best-lov'd queen’s, my

Behold them now streaming for mercy, mercy,

y! Oh, spare me! Spare your Selima, my father!

Baj. A lazy sloth hangs on my resolution : It is my 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? Out, out, thou foolish nature ! Seize her, ye slaves ! and strangle her this moment !

[To the Mutis, Sel. Oh, let me die by you ! Behold my breast ! I will not shrink! Oh, save me but from these ! Baj. Dispatch!

[The Mutes seize her. Sel. But for a moment, while I pray, That Heav'n may guard my royal father.

Baj. Dogs!
Sel. That you may only bless me, ere I die.

(Shouts. Baj. Ye tedious villains! then the work is mine.

[BAJAZET runs at Selin A with his Sword.

Enter AXALLA, fc. Axalla gets between BAJAZET

and Selima, and drives BAJAZET and the MUTES off the Stage.

Ac. And am I come to save thee? Oh, my joy!
Be this the whitest hour of all my life;
This one success is more than all my wars,
The noblest, dearest, glory of my sword.

Sel. Alas, Axalla! Death has been around me;
My coward soul still trembles at the fright,
And seems but half secure, ev'n in thy arms.

Ax. Retire, my fair, and let me guard thee forth;

Blood and tumultuous slaughter are about us,
And Danger, in her ugliest forms, is here ;
Nor will the pleasure of my heart be full,
Till all my fears are ended in thy safety.


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 BAJAZET.] whose op

pressive violence
Has ruin'd those thou shouldst protect at home,
What punishment is equal to thy crimes?
The doom, thy rage design'd for me, be thine ;
Clos'd in a cage, like some destructive beast,
I'll have thee borne about, in public view,
A great example of that righteous vengeance,
That waits on cruelty, and pride, like thine.

Baj. It is beneath me to decline my fate,
I stand prepar'd to meet thy utmost hate:
Yet think not, I will long thy triumph see:
None want the means, when the soul dares be free.
I'll curse thee with my last, my parting, breath,
And keep the courage of my life, in death;
Then boldly venture on that world unknown:
It cannot use me worse than this has done.

[Erit BAJAZET, guarded. Tam. Behold the vain effects of earth-born pride, That scorn'd Heav'n's laws, and all its pow'r defy'd,

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