to the ladies that you was returned quite unhurt from the Havannah.

Tam. Did that coxcomb betray me? That accounts for all Emily's behaviour-Oh, Major, I am ruined paft redemption-I have behaved moft extravagantly, both to your lady and Emily. I fhall never be able to look them in the face again.

Belf. Ay, ay, I forefaw this. Did not I tell you that you would expofe yourself confoundedly? However, I'll be an advocate for you-my Florival fhall be an advocate for you; and I make no doubt but you will be taken into favour again.

Em. Does he deserve it, Major?

Belf. Why, Madam, I can't fay much for him-or myself either, faith-We must rely entirely on your goodness.

Flo. He's a true penitent, I fee, Madam; and I'll answer for it, he loves you to excess.-Nay, look on him.

Em. Was it well done, Colonel, to cherish a mean distrust of me? to trifle with the partiality I had shown to you; and to endeavour to give me pain, merely to fecure a poor triumph over my weakness to yourself?. Tam. I am afhamed to answer you.

Bell. Afhamed! and fo you well may indeed.

Tam. I fee my absurdity—all I wish is to be laughed at, and forgiven.

Belf. A very reafonable request.--Come, Madam, pity the poor fellow, and admit him to your good gra-. ces again.

Flo. Let us prevail on you, dear Madam...

Em. Well now I fee he is moft heartily mortified, I am half inclined to pity him.

Tam. Generous Emily!

Bell. Go, you provoking wretch! 'tis more than you deferve. [To Tamper. Tam. It fhall be the future ftudy of my life to deferve this pardon-[Kiffing her hand.]-Belford, I give. you joy-Madam-[to Florival] I have behaved fo ill I fcarce know how to give you joy as I ought. Belf. Come, come, no more of this at prefent-Now we have on all fides ratified the preliminaries, let us settle:

to you,

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the definitive treaty as foon as we can-We have been two lucky fellows, Tamper-I have been fortunate in finding my miftrefs, and you as fortunate in not lofing your's.

Tam. So we have, Belford: and I wish every brave officer in his Majefty's fervice had fecured to himself fuch comfortable winter-quarters as we have, after a glorious campaign.

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SCENE, An apartment in the Seraglio, a Throne in manner of a Couch, with a Canopy; on the front of which is an Escutcheon fixed, with the Ottoman Arms crowned with Feathers; in the Back scene, the Sultan's Door covered with a Curtain.

TELL

Enter OSMYN and ELMIRA.

OSMYN.

ELL me, what right have you to be difcontented?

El. When firft I came within thefe walls, I found

myself a flave; and the thoughts of being fhut up for ever here, terrified me to death: my tears flowed inceffantly; Solyman was moved with them, and folemnly promised to restore me to my liberty, my parents, and my country.

Of. And yet when the Sultan agreed to fend you back to Georgia, you did not avail yourself of his generosity.

El. True; but his munificence, and above all the tenderness and love he expreffed to me fince, have reconciled me to this place, and I vainly thought my charms could have attach'd him to me.

Of. Why then complain? You ftill poffefs his heart. Already you have been twice honour'd with the imperial handkerchief.

El. His heart! does not this place contain à hundred beauties who equally fhare his love? Tell the Sultan I'm determin'd, and ready to accept the firft opportunity of returning to my friends and country.

Of. I fhall procure you an answer this morning-But, hark! the Sultan approaches. [Exit Elmira. [The Curtain is drawn, and the Sultan enters, preceded by Mutes, &c. A grand March played.

Sul. Ofmyn.

Of. The humblest of

your flaves attends.

[Bows to the ground. Sul. My friend, quit this ftyle of fervitude; I am weary of it.

Of. And of the feraglio too, Sir?

Sul. It even is fo-and yet, upon reflection, I cannot tell why, unless that, having been accustom❜d to the noife of camps and the bufinefs of war, I know not how to relish pleafures, which, though varied, appear infipid, through the cafe and tranquillity with which they are attained.-Your voice used to charm me. Ofmyn fings.

Behold yonder zephyr how lightly it blows,
And copying of lovers it ne'er feeks repose,
But flies to the pink, to the lily, the rofe,
Careffing each flower of the garden and grove.
Then fill let your pleafure variety crown,

Mongft

'Mongst the different beauties that rove up and down, Court the charms of the fair, of the black, of the brown, They're the flowers that embellish the garden of love. Sul. I have often told you I am not touch'd with mere careffing machines, who are taught to love or fear by interest.

Of. And yet your highness muft confefs, your fervant has neglected nothing perfectly to content, particularly in one object he procur'd you.

Sul. Who is that?

Of The Circaffian beauty-the Sultana Elmira. Sul. And truly she poffeffes all the charms that can adorn her fex.

Of. You thought fo once.

Sul. Once! I think fo ftill.

Of. Indeed!

Sul. Pofitively-why should you doubt it?

Of. Your word is my law. But, Sir, there is a matter I must acquaint you with: I cannot manage the feraglio; and, by the beard of Heli, I would rather quit the helm I can no longer guide. That English flave lately brought here is quite ungovernable; fhe is fure to do every thing fhe is forbid; fhe makes a joke of our threats, and anfwers our moft ferious admonitions with a laugh: befides, fhe is at variance with the rest of the women, and fhews them fuch an example, that I cannot longer rule them.

Sul. That is your business-I will have them all agree How do you call her?

Of. Since the has been here, we have called her Roxalana.

Sul. Well-you must endeavour to bring her to reafon.

Of Shall the Sultana Elmira throw herself at your highness's feet then?

Sul. Let her come-And, do you hear, Ofmyn, go to the apartment of that Persian flave you fpoke of yefterday, fhe that fings fo well, and fend her hither. Of. I will, moft fublime Sultan. [Exit Ofmyn.

me

Enter Almira. She kneels.

Sul. I know before-hand that you come to upbraid -We have not met fo often lately as our mutual

inclinations