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Mr. Wroughton. Mr. H. Johnston. AXALLA

Mr. C. Kemble. Mr. Brunton.
Mr. Caulfield.

Mr. Cory. STRATOCLES Mr. Trueman. Mr. Claremonl. PRINCE OF TANAIS Mr. Holland. Mr. Beverly. MIRVAN

Mr. Wentworth. Mr. Williams. ZAMA

Mr. Cooke. Mr. Curties. BAJAZET

Mr. Kemble. Mr. Cooké. HALY

Mr. Maddocks. DERVISE

Mr. Packer,

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Enter the PRINCE OF TANAIS, ZAMA, and MIRVAN. Prince. Hail to the sun! from whose returning

The cheerful soldier's arms new lustre take,
To deck the pomp of battle. Oh, my

Was ever such a glorious face of war?
See, from this height, how all Galatia's plains
With nations numberless are cover'd o'er;
Who, like a deluge, hide the face of earth,
And leave no object in the vast horizon,
But glittring arms, and skies.

Zam. Our Asian world,
From this important day expects a lord;
This day they hope an end of all their woes,
Of tyranny, of bondage, and oppression,
From our victorious emp'ror, Tamerlane.

Mir. Hear you of Bajazet?

Prince. Late in the evening,
A slave of near attendance on his person

'Scap'd to our camp. From him we learn'd, the ty

rant, With rage redoubled, for the fight prepares; ; Some accidental passion fires his breast, (Love, as 'tis thought, for a fair Grecian captive) And adds new horror to his native fury. But see his fate! The mighty Tamerlane Comes, like the proxy of inquiring Heav'n,' To judge, and to redress. (Flourish of Trumpets. Enter Tamerlane, GUARDS, and other

ATTEN DANTS. Tam. Yet, yet a little, and destructive slaughter Shall rage around, and mar this beauteous prospect; Pass but an hour, which stands betwixt the lives Of thousands and eternity. What change Shall hasty death make in yon gliti’ring plain ? Oh, thou fell monster, war! that in a moment Lay'st waste the noblest part of the creation, The boast and masterpiece of the great Maker, That wears in vain th'impression of his image, Unprivilegʻd from thee. Health to our friends, and to our arms success,

[To the Prince, ZAMA, and MIRVAN. Such as the cause for which we fight deserves ! Prince. Nor can we ask beyond what Heav'n be

Preventing still our wishes. See, great sir,
The universal joy your soldiers wear,
Omen of prosp'rous battle.

Impatient of the tedious night, in arms
Watchful they stood, expecting op’ning day;
And now are hardly by their leaders held
From darting on the foe.

Tam. Yes, prince, I mean to give a loose to war.
This morn Axalla, with my Parthian horse,
Arrives to join me. He, who, like a storm,
Swept, with his flying squadrons, all the plain

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Between Angoria's walls and yon tall monntains, That seem to reach the clouds; and now he comes, Loaden with spoils and conquests, to my aid.

Flourish of Trumpets. Zama. These trumpets speak his presence

Enter Axalla, who kneels to TAMERLANE.
Tam. Welcome! thou worthy partner of my laurels,
Thou brother of my choice, a band more sacred
Than nature's britule tie. By holy friendship !
Glory and fame stood still for thy arrival ;
My soul seem'd wanting in its better half,
And languish'd for thy absence.

Ax. My emperor! My ever royal master!
To whom my secret soul more lowly bends,
Than forms of outward worship can express;
How poorly does your soldier pay this goodness,
Who wears

hour of life out for you!
Yet 'tis his all, and what he has, he offers;
Nor now disdain t'accept the gift he brings,
Enter SELIMA, Moneses, Prisoners; GUARDS,

MUTES, &c.
This earnest of your fortune. See, my lord,
The nublest prize that ever grac'd my arms !
Approach, my fair-

Tam. This is indeed to conquer,
And well to be rewarded for thy conquest;
The bloom of op'ning flow'rs, unsully'd beauty,
Softness, and sweetest innocence she wears,
And looks like nature in the world's first spring.
But say, Axalla-
Sel. Most renown'd in war,

[Kneeling to TAMERLANE.
Look with compassion on a captive maid,
Though born of hostile blood ; nor let my birth,
Deriv'd from Bajazet, prevent that mercy
Which every subject oti your fortune finds.

War is the province of ambitious man,
Who tears the miserable world for empire;
Whilst our weak sex, incapable of wrong,
On either side claims privilege of safety.
Tam. (Raising her.] Rise, royal maid ! the pride

of haughty pow'r
Pays homage, not receives it, from the fair.
Thy angry father fiercely calls me forth,
And urges me unwillingly to arms.
Yet, though our frowning battles menace death
And mortal conflict, think not that we hold
Thy innocence and virtue as our foe.
Here, till the fate of Asia is decided,
In safety stay. To-morrow is your own:
Nor grieve for who may conquer, or who lose;
Fortune, on either side, shall wait thy wishes.

Sel. Where shall my wonder and my praise begin!
From the successful labours of thy arms;
Or from a theme more soft, and full of peace,
Thy mercy and thy gentleness? Oh, Tamerlane !
What can I pay thee for this noble usage,
But grateful praise ? So Heav'n itself is paid.
Give peace, ye pow’rs above, peace to mankind;
Nor let my father wage unequal war
Against the force of such united virtues.

Tam. Heav'n hear thy pious wish!
Let thy beauty's safety
Axalla's care;

in whose glad eyes,
I read what joy the pleasing service gives him.
Is there amongst thy other pris'ners aught

[To AXALLA. Worthy our knowledge ? Ax. This brave man, my lord,

(Pointing to Moneses. With long resistance held the combat doubtful. His party, press'd with numbers, soon grew faint, And would have left their charge an easy prey ; Whilst he alone, undaunted at the odds,

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