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Amidst the sweat and blood of yonder field,
Baj. Curse upon the stars
Tam. Thou hadst then,
Baj. Ha! say'st thou-no-our prophet's vengeance If thou shalt buy my friendship with thy empire. Thou smooth fawning talker ! Give me again my chains, that I may curse thee, And gratify my rage: or, if thou wilt Be a vain fool, and play with thy perdition, Remember I'm thy foe, and hate thee deadly. Thy folly on thy head!
Tam. Be still my foe. Great minds, like Heav'n, are pleas'd in doing good, Tho' the ungrateful subjects of their favours Are barren in return: Virtue still does With scorn the mercenary world regard, Where abject souls do good, and hope reward ; Above the worthless trophies men can raise, She seeks not honours, wealth, nor airy praise, But with herself, herself the goddess pays.
Exeunt all but BAJAZET and OMAR
Baj. Come, lead me to my dungeon; plunge me
Omar, Our royal master would with noble usage,
hope, And all my thoughts are rage, despair, and horror.
[Exit OMAR. Ha! wherefore am I thus ?- Perdition seize me! But my
cold blood runs shiv'ring to my heart, The rage and fiercer passions of my
breast Are lost in new confusion.
Enter Haly and ARPASIA.
Arpasia !-Haly !
thee) Denies this blessing to thee, but, with honour, Renders thee back thy queen, thy beauteous bride.
Baj. Oh! had her eyes, with pity, seen my sorrows, Had she the softness of a tender bride, Heav'n could not have bestow'd a greater blessing, And love had made amends for loss of empire, But see, what fury dwells upon her charms ! What lightning flashes from her angry eyes ! With a malignant joy she views my ruin:
Even beauteous in her hatred, still she charms me, And awes my fierce tumultuous soul to love.
Arp. And dar’st thou hope, thou tyrant ! ravisher !
Enter Moneses. [Starting.) Ha! Keep thy temper, heart; nor take
alarm At a slave's presence.
Mon. It is Arpasia !-- Leave me, thou cold fear. Sweet as the rosy morn she breaks upon me,
like the night's unwholesome shade, Gives way
before the golden dawn she brings. Baj. (Advancing towards him.] Ha, Christian! Is it
well that we meet thus? Is this thy faith?
Mon. Why does thy frowning brow Put on this form of fury? Is it strange We should meet here, companions in misfortune, The captives in one common chance of war? Nor shouldst thou wonder that my sword has fail'd Before the fortune of victorious Tamerlane, When thou, with nations like the sanded shore, With half the warring world upon thy side,
Couldst not stand up against his dreadful battle.
Baj. No--'tis false;
Mon. Ha! saidst thou, like a coward
Baj. Out, thou slave,
Mon. I tell thee, tyrant, When, in the pride of power, thou sat'st on high, When, like an idol, thou wert vainly worshipp'd, By prostrate wretches, born with slavish souls; Ev'n when thou wert a king, thou wert no more, Nor greater than Moneses ; born of a race Royal, and great as thine. What art thou now then ! The fate of war has set thee with the lowest; And captives (like the subjects of the grave) Losing distinction, serve one common lord,
Baj. Brav'd by this dog! Now give a loose to rage, And curse thyself; curse thy false cheating prophet. Ha ! yet there's some revenge. Hear me, thou chris.
tian ! Thou left'st that sister with me:-Thou impostor! Thou boaster of thy honesty! Thou liar! But take her to thee back. Now to explore my prison-If it holds Another plague like this, the restless damn'd (If Musties lie not) wander thus in hell ;
From scorching flames to chilling frosts they run,
(Exeunt BAJAZET and HALY.
Mon. By all the tenderness and chaste endearments Of our past love, I charge thee, my Arpasia, To ease my soul of doubts! Give me to know, At once, the utmost malice of my fate !
Arp. Take, then, thy wretched share in all I suffer, Still partner of my heart! Scarce hadst thou left The sultan's camp, when the imperious tyrant, Soft'ning the pride and fierceness of his temper, With gentle speech made offer of his love. Amaz'd, as at the shock of sudden death, I started into tears, and often urg'd (Though still in vain) the difference of our faiths. At last, as flying to the utmost refuge, With lifted hands and streaming eyes, I own'd The fraud; which, when we first were made his
pris'ners, I forc'd thee to put on Thy borrow'd name of brother, mine of sister; Hiding beneath that veil the nearer tie Our mutual vows had made before the priest. Kindling to rage at hearing of my story, Then, be it so, he cry'd : Think'st thou thy vows, Giv'n to a slave, shall bar me from thy beauties? Then bade the priest pronounce the marriage rites: Which he perform’d; whilst, shrieking with despair, I call’d, in vain, the pow'rs of Heav'n to aid me.
Mon. Villain! Imperial villain!-Oh, the coward! Aw'd by his guilt, though back'd by force and
power, He durst noi, to my face, avow his purpose