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plithments of her rivals : but, in every thing she is my superior-I can rest no longer.

[Gives the handkerchief to Roxalana. Rox. To me! Oh, no—Ismena, 'tis your's; the Sultan gives it as a reward for the pleasure you have given him with your charming song.

[Gives the handkerchief to Ismena. El. (Faints.) Oh!

Sul. (Snatching the handkerchief from Ismena, gives it to Elmira.) Elmira ! 'tis your's look up, Elmira.

El. Oh, Sir! (Recovering.)

Sul. (to Roxalana.) For you, out of my fight, audacious ! Let her be taken away immediately, and degraded to the rank of the lowest llave. [Exit Roxalana guarded.] But she shall be punished, Madame, and you sufficiently reveng'd. El. I do not wish it ; in your

love all


defires are accomplish'd.

Sul. If we chastise her, it must be severely : Go, order her to be brought hither.

El. What is your design, Sir ?

Sul. I would, before her face, repair the injustice I was going to do you ; excite her envy; and, rendering her punishment complete, leave her an everlasting jealousy.

El. I beseech you, think no more of her.
Sul. Pardon me, I think differently-

Let her be brought hither, I say.

of. Sir, they have not had time to put on her slave's babit yet.

Sul. No matter- -fetch her as she is ; and now, Elmira, let our endearments be redoubl'd in her fight.

El. Is that necessary, Sir?

Sul. Oh, it will gall her. I know it will gall her We feel our misfortunes with tenfold anguish, when we compare what we are, with what we might have been.

El. It will have no effect ; she is a giddy creature her gaiety is her all.

Sul. No, no, the contrary ; that's the thing that Atrikes me in Roxalana's character. Through what you call her frivolous gaiety, candour and good sense shine so apparent.

El. There's an end on't, if you justify her. [Proudly.

Sul. I justify her! far from it; and you shall presently be convinc'd I mean to make her feel the utmoft rigour of my resentment.

Enter Roxalana. Here she comes—The's in affliction ; and her left-hand, there, endeavours to hide a humiliated countenance. (T. Roxalana.) Approach-Elmira, have you determind how you will dispose of her?

El. I shall not add to what she suffers.

Sul. How that sentiment charms me? Indeed, El. mira, I blush to think that fo.unworthy an object shou'd have been able for a moment to surprise me to a degree, even to make me forget your superior merit ; but I am now your's for ever and ever.

Rox. Ha, ha, ha!
Sul Death and hell! fhe laughs.

Rox. Ha, ha, ha! 'Tis involuntary, I assure you ; therefore, pray forgive me: I beg your pardon.

Sul. 'Tis impudence beyond bearing ; but I wa to know the meaning of all this?

Rox. The meaning is plain, and any body may see with half an eye you don't love Elmira.

Sul. Who do I love then?
Rox. Me.
Sul. You are the object of my anger.

Rox. That don't signify, love and anger often go to. gether ; I am the object of your anger, because I treat you with the fincerity of a friend: but, with your Highness' permiffion, I shall take myself away this moment for ever.

Sul. Go, then, and prefer infamy to grandeur.
Rox. I will instantly get out of your sublime presence.

[Going. Sul. No, you shan't go-Elmira, do you withdraw[Exit Elmira.] Were I to give way to my transports, I should make you feel the weight of my displeasure ; but I frame excuses for you that you fcorn to make for yourself—What, despise my favours ! infult my conde- . scension!-Sure, you can't be sensible of your own folly! Proceed, go on, continue to enrage your too indul

gent maiter.

Rox. You are my master, it is true ; but could the robber that fold me to you for a thousand chequins, transfer


mind and inclinations to you along with my person?-No, Sir, let it never be said, that the great Soİyman meanly triumph'd over the person of the slave, whofe mind he could not subdue.

Sul. Tell me who you are ; what species of inconfiftent being, at once fo trifling and respectable, that you seduce

heart while


teach me my duty ? Rox. I am nothing but a poor slave, who is your friend.

Sul. Be still my friend, my mistress ; for hitherto I have known only flatterers. I here devote myself to you, and the whole empire shall pay you homage.

Rox. But, pray, tell me then, by what title am I to govern here?

Sul. By what title? I don't understand you-Come, come, no more of this affected coyness and diffembling. I see, I know you love me.

Rox. As Solyman, I do, but not as emperor of the Turksnor will I ever consent to ascend his bed at night, at whose feet I must fall in the morning.

Sul. If it depended upon me, Roxalana, I swear by our holy prophet, that I should be happy in calling you my queen.

Rox. That's a poor excuse-Had the man I loy'd but a cottage, I would gladly partake it with him ; would soothe his vexations, and soften his cares : but were he master of a throne, I should expect to share it with him, or he has no love for me.

Sul. Or if you will wait, perhaps time will bring it about.

Rox. Wait, indeed ? No, Sir!-Your wife, or hum. ble fervant-My resolution is fix'd-fix your's.

Sul. But an emperor of the Turks

Rox. May do as he pleases, and should be despotic sometimes on the side of reason and virtue.

Sul. Then there is our law
Rox. Which is monstrous and absurd.
Sul. The mufti, the vizirs, and the agas-
Rox. Are your slaves—Set them a good example.
Sul, Besides, what would the people say?
Voi. I.



Rox. The people!—are they to govern you? Make the

fo. people happy, and they will not prevent your being They would be pleased to fee you raise to the throne one that you love, and would love you, and be beloved by your people. Should the interpofe in behalf of the unfortunate, relieve the diftreffed by her munificence, and diffuse happiness through the palace, she would be admir'd-she would be ador'd-fhe'd be like the queen of the country from where I came.

Sul. It is enough-my fcruples are at an end-my prejudices, like clouds before the rising fun, vanifh before the lights of your superior reason-My love is no longer a foible—you are worthy of empire.

Enter Ofmyn. Of. Most Sublime Saltan—the Sultan Elmira claims your promise for liberty to depart,

Rox. Is that the case ?-Let then the first instance of my exaltation be to give her liberty—let the gates of the Seraglio be thrown open.

Sul. And as for Elmira, she shall go in a manner fuitable to her rank.

[Exit Ofmyn. Ofmyn returns, Of Sir, the dwarfs and botanges your highnefs had ordered attend.

Sul. Let them come in- -This day is devoted to festivity; and you who announce my decree, proclaim to the world, that the Sultana Roxalana reigns the unrivali'd partner of our diadem. Of. There's an end of my

office Who would have thought, that a little cock d-up nose would have overturned the customs of a mighty empire !

Sul. Now, my Roxalana, let the world observe by thy exaltation, the wonderful dispensation of providence, which evinces, that

The liberal mind, by no diftinction bound,
Thro' Nature's glafs looks all the world around;
Would all that's beautiful together join,
And find perfection in a mind like thine.

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Written by Mrs ABINGTON; and spoken by her after

performing Roxalana, at the Theatre-Royal, CrowStreet, Dublin, 1778.



What! speak an Epilogue of my own making!
A talk for me-presumptuous and absurd
But I have promis'd, and must keep my word.
Yes, I did promise, with a folemn face,
Taddress my patrons here, and sue for grace;
For your past favours had fo warm’d my heart,
I thought to tell them needed little art.
Hlow vain the thought! for, pondering day and night,
I found, tho' I might speak, I cou'd not write.
Distress'd, to Garrick then I fly for aid:
You can affist me, Sir, for wit's your trade.
When of your epilogues I speak a line,
Each fide box cries, Oh charming, vastly fine,
Its quite delightful, monstrously divine !
The pit, alive to every comic stroke,
With laughter loud anticipates the joke :
All but the modern fop, to feeling dead,
With heart of adamant, and brains of lead,
Languid and lifeless, lolling, yawns, takes (nuff;
And cries, As gad's my judge 'tis Aimsy stuff.
Heaven knows i monstroully abhor a play,
It's a vile borem what draggd me here to day?
Dear lady Mary, how can you attend?
Will Garrick's nonsense never have an end?
Not so, Sir Mac, who just has cross’d the Tweed,
Cries, Vary weel, ridiculous indeed!
The cheeld has parts; ah, he'd been muckle keen,
If bred at Glascow, or at Aberdeen!
Sir Paddy fays, “ My jewel, that's mighty pretty :
" Faith Garrick, you were once in Dublin city ;
" In sweet fmock-alley you have cut a figure,
"Oh, you'd be great, were you a little bigger.”
Thus nations, parties, all in this agree,
And humour's palm, oh Garrick ! yield to thee :
Then, good Sir, scribble something new for me.
To Garrick thus in Aattering strains I sue,
But all in vain, nor pragers nor Aattery do.
Since thus obdurate, all their aid refuse,
1, a mere novice, must invoke the muse.
Oh wou'd immortal Shakespeare's MUSE of FIRE,
Heave in his breast, each kindling thought inspire ;




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