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Forbear to speak of hazards ; Heav'a will contemn the mercenary ferrour, What has the wretch that has surviv'd his coun. Which love of greatness, not of truth, infiames.
try, His friends, his liberty, to hazard ?
Cease, cease thy censures; for the sultan comes
Alone, with am'rous haste to seek his love.
MAHOMET, CALI BASSA, MUSTAPHA.
Unshaken be thy throne as Earth's firm base, A floating atom, dust that falls unheeded Live till the Sun forgets to dart his beams, Into the adverse scale, nor shakes the balance. And weary planets loiter in their courses !
MAHOMET. At least this day be calm-If we succeed,
But, Cali, let Irene share thy prayers; Aspasia's thine, and all thy life is rapture.
For what is length of days without Irene? See! Mustapha, the tyrant's minion, comes :
I come from empty noise, and lasteless pomp, Invest Leontius with his new cominand;
From crowds that hide a monarch from himself, And wait Abdalla's unsuspected visits:
To prove the sweets of privacy and friendship, Remember, freedom, glory, Greece, and love. And dwell upon the beauties of Irene. [Ereunt Demetrius and Leontius.
O may her beauties last unchang'd by time, SCENE II.
As those that bless the mansions of the good! CALI, MUSTAPHA.
Each realm where beauty turns the graceful By what enchantment does this lovely Greek
shape, Hold in ber chains the captivated sultan ?
Swells the fair breast or animates the glance, He tires his fav’rites with Irene's praise,
Adorns my palace with its brightest virgios; And seeks the shades to muse upon Irene ;
Yet, unacquainted with these soft emotions, Ireve steals unbeedel from his tongue,
I walk'd superior through the blaze of charms, And mingles unperceiv'd in ev'ry thought.
Prais'd without rapture, left without regret.
Why rove I now, when absent from my fair, CALL
Prom solitude to crowds, from crowds to solitude, Why should the sultan sbun the joys of beauty,
Still restless, till I clasp the lovely maid, Or arm his breast against the force of love?
And ease my loaded soul upon her bosom?
Forgive, great sultan, that intrusive duty
The Grecian counsellor.
Go, see him die;
His martial rhet'ric taught the Greeks resistance; Religion calls her from the wish'd embrace,
Had they preavild, I ne'er had known Irete. Paints future joys, and points to distant glories.
Remote from tumult, in th'adjoining palace, And ev'ry danger shocks with double horrour.
Thy care shall guard this treasure of my soul ;
There let Aspasia, since my fair entreats it,
With converse chase the melancholy moments. How shall / scorn the beautiful apostate! Sure chill'd with sixty winter camps, thy blood How will the bright Aspasia shine above her! At sight of female charms will glow no more.
CALJ. Should she, for proselytes are always zealous, These years, unconquer'd Mahomet, demand With pious warmth receive our prophet's law- Desires more pure, and other cares than love.
Long have I wish'd, before our prophet's tomb
The glittering vanities of empty greatness,
Dissolve in air, and vanish into iruthing.
Let nobler hopes and justér fears succeed,
Againsi returning guilt.
When thou art absent, Pour forth their legions, and the roaring Danube Death rises to my view with all its terrours ; Rolis half his floods unheard through shouting Tien visions horrid as a murd'rer's dreams, camps !
Chill my resolves, and blast my blooming virtue: Nor could'st thou more support a life of sloth Steru torture shakes his bloody scourge before Than Amurath
And anguish gnashes on the fatal wheel.
Since fear predominates in ev'ry thought,
And sways thy breast with absolute dominion, Than Amurath, accustom'd to command, Think on th' insulting scorn, the conscious pangs, Could bear his son upon the Turkish throue. The future mis'ries that await th' apostate ;
So shall timidity assist thy reason,
And wisdom into virtue turn thy frailty. This pilgrimage our lawgiver ordain'd
Will not that power that form'd the heart of woFor those who could not please by nobler service.
man, Our warlike prophet loves an active faith, And wove the feeble texture of her nerves, The holy Aame of enterprizing virtue,
Forgive those fears that slake the tender frame? Mocks the dull vows of solitude and penance, And scorns the lazy hermit's cheap devotion. Shine thou, distinguish'd by superior merit, The weakness we lament, ourselves create; With wonted zeal pursue the task of war, Instructed from our infant years to court, Till ev'ry nation reverence the Koran,
With counterfeited fears, the aid of man,
We learn to shudder at the rastling breeze,
Till, affectation ripening to belief,
And folly frighted at her own chimeras,
Not all like thee can brave the shocks of fate. Exchanges solid strength for feeble splendour.
Thy soul, by nature great, enlarg'd by know
Svars unencumber'd with our idle cares, Preach thy dull politics to vulgar kings,
And all Aspasia, but hier beauty 's man. Thou know'st not yet thy master's future great
ness, His vast designs, his plans of boundless pow'r,
Each generous sentiment is thine, Demetrius, When ev'ry storm in my domain shall roar,
Whose soul, perhaps, yet mindful of Aspasia, When ev'ry wave shall beat a Turkish shore;
Now hovers o'er this melancholy shade, Then, Cali, shall the toils of battle cease,
Well pleas'd to find thy precepts not forgotten. Then dream of prayer, and pilgrimage, and o! could the grave restore the pious hero, peace,
[Ereunt. Soon would bis art or valour set us free,
And bear us far from servitude and crimes.
He may yet live.
Alas! delusive dream! Aspasia, yet pursue the sacred theme;
Too well I know him; his immoderate courage, Exhaust the stores of pious eloquence,
T'h'impetuous sallies of excessive virtue, And teach me to repel the sultan's passion.
Too strong for love, hare hurried hiin on death, Still at Aspasia's voice a sudden rapture Exalts my soul, and fortifies my heart.
While with incessant thought laborious man
Extends bis mighty schemes of wealth and post's, ASF ASIA, IRENE, CALI, ABDALLA.
And towers and triumphs in ideal greatness; Cali to ABDALIA, as they advance.
Some accidental gust of opposition
Blasts all the beauties of his new creation, Behold our future sultaness, Abdalla ;
O’erturns the fabric of presumptuous reason, Let artful Ratt'ry now, to lull suspicion,
And wbelms the swelling architect beneath it. Glide through Irene to the sultan's ear,
Had not the breeze untwin'd the meeting boughs, Wouldst thou subdue th' obdurate cannibal To tender friendship, praise him to his mistress. And through the parted shade disclos'd the
Greeks, [To Irene.) Well may those eyes that view these heav'nly in all the sweet oblivion of delight,
Th' important hour had pass'd unheeded by, charms Reject the daughters of contending kings:
In all the fopperies of meeting lovers;
In sighs and tears, in transports and embraces, For what are pompous titles, proud alliance,
In soft complaints, and idle protestations. Empire or wealth, to excellence like thine ?
SCENE IV. Receive th' impatient sultan to thy arms;
CALI, DEMETRIUS, LEONTIUS. And may a long posterity of monarchs, The pride and terrour of succeeding days, Rise froin the happy bed; and future queens Could omens fright the resolute and wise, Diffuse Irene's beauty through the world! Well might we fear impending disappointments.
LEONTIUS. Can Mahomct's imperial hand descend
Your artful suit, your monarch's fierce denial, To clasp a slave? or cau a soul like mine, The cruel doom of hapless MenodorusI'mns'd 10 pow'r, and form'd for humbler scenes, Support the splendid iniseries of greatness?
And your new charge, that dear, that hearinly
All this we know already from Abdalla.
To stronger efforts and maturer counsels.
My doom confirm'd establishes my purpose. At his dread name the distant mountains shake
Calmly he heard till Amurath's resumption Their cloudy summits, and the sons of fierceness, When from his lips the fatal name burst out,
Rose to his thought, and set his soul on fire : That range unciviliz'd from rock to rock,
A sudden pause th' imperfect sense suspended, Distrust th' eternal fortresses of Nature,
Like the dread stillness of condensing storms. And wish their gloomy caverns more obscure. ASPASIA.
DEMETRIUS. Torbear this lavish pomp of dreadful praise :
The loudest cries of Nature urge us forward; The horrid images of war and slaughter
Despotic rage pursues the life of Cali;
His groaning country claims Leontius' aid;
The pow'rful voice of love inflames Demetrius, Cali, methinks yon waving trees afford
Each ling'ring hour alarms me for Aspasia. A doubtful glimpse of our approaching friends :
CALI. Just as I mark'd them they forsook the shore, And turn'd their hasty steps towards the garden. What passions reign among thy crew, Leontius?
Does cheerless diffidence oppress their hearts?
Or sprightly hope exalt their kindlog spirits? Conduct these queens, Abdalla, to the palace: Do they with pain repress the struggling shout, Such heav'nly beauty, form’d for adoration, And listen eager to the rising wind? The pride of monarchs, the reward of conquest ! Such beauty must not shine to vulgar eyes.
All there is hope, and gaiety, and courage,
No cloudy doubts, or languishing delays;
Ere I could range them on the crowded deck, How Hear'n, in scor of human arrogance,
At once an bundred voices thunder'd round the, Commits to trivial chance the fate of nations !
And ev'ry voice was“ Liberty and Greece."
Mahomet, examining the paper.
His hand ! his seal! The secrets of my soul
To banish doubt, and brand him for a villain!
Our schemes for ever crossid, our mines discoAnother hour in dull deliberation.
ver'd, Betray'd some traitor lurking near my bosom.
Oft have I rag'd, when their wide-wasting cannon But see, where, destin'd to protract our counsels, Lay pointed at our batt'ries yet unform'd, Comes Mustapha.--Your Turkish robes conceal And broke the meditated lines of war, you.
Detested Cali too, with artful wonder,
The faith of Mustapha disdains suspicion;
But yet, great emperor, beware of treason;
Cali, this day, with hypocritic zeal, The sultan comes, impatient for his love; Implor'd my leave to visit Mecca's temple; Conduct her bither; let no rude intrusion Struck with the wonder of a statestman's goodMolest these private walks, or care invade
ness, These hours assign'd to pleasure and Irene. I rais'd his thoughts to more sublime devotion.
Now let him go, pursu'd by silent wrath,
Meet unexpected daggers in' bis way,
And in some distant land obscurely die.
There will bis boundless wealth, the spoil of
Heap'd by your father's ill-plac'd bounties on him, Can Cali dare the stroke of heav'nly justice
Disperse rebellion through the Eastern world ;
Bribe to his cause, and list beneath bis banners, In the dark precincts of the gaping grave, And load with perjuries his parting soul?
Arabia's roving troops, the sons of swiftness,
And arm the Persian heretic against thee;
There shall be waste thy frontiers, check thy Joiu'd Cali's band to mine, and falt'ring cry'd,
conquests, “ Restrain the fervour of iinpetuous youth
And, though at length subdu'd, elude thy venWith venerable Cali's faithful counsels ?”
geance. Are these the counsels, this the faith of Cali ? Were all our favours lavish'd on a villain ?
Elude my vengeance! No-My troops shall Confest?
range Th' eternal snows that freeze beyond Mæotis,
And Afric's torrid sands, in search of Cali. Confest by dying Menodorus. Should the fierce North upon his frozen wings In his last agonies the gasping coward,
Bear him almost above the wond'ring clouds, Amidst the tortures of the burning steel,
And seat him in the Pleiads' golden chariots, Still fond of life, groan'd out the dreadful secret, Thence shall my fury drag him down to tortures: Held forth this fatal scroll, then sunk to nothing. Wherever guilt can Ay, revenge can follow.
Records each act, each thought of sov'reign man, Wilt thov dismiss the savage from the toils,
Surveys your plays with inattentive glance,
And leaves the lovely trifler unregarded.
Why then has Nature's vain munificence
Profusely pour'd her bounties
deign'd to flatter,
That air resistless, and enchanting blush,
Unless the beauteous fabric was design'd
A habitation for a fairer soul?
Not always do the fairest flow'rs diffuse
The richest odours, nor the speckled shells Beneath the covert of this verdant arcin
Conceal the gem: let female arrogance In private conference; beside him stood
Observe the feather'd wand'rers of the sky; Two men unknown, the partners of his bosom;
With purple varied and bedropp'd with gold, I mark'd them well, and trac'd in either face
They prune the wing, and spread the glossy The gloomy resolution, horrid greatness,
plumes, And stern composure, of despairing heroes ;
Ordain'd, like you, to flutter and to shine,
And cheer the weary passenger with music,
Mean as we are, this tyrant of the world
Implores our smiles, and trembles at our feet.
Whence flow the hopes and fears, despair and Allow no pause for art or for contrivance ;
rapture, And dark perplexity distracts my counsels.
Whence all the bliss and agonies of love?
Why, when the balm of sleep descends on man,
Sooth the delighted soul with empty bliss?
Such are love's joys, the lenitives of life,
A fancy'd treasure and a waking dream.
Then let me once, in honour of our sex,
Th’ attractive softness, and th' endearing smile,
And pow'rful glance, 'tis granted are our own; And turn (thy thoughts henceforth to love and Exbausted all her nobler gifts on you.
Nor has impartial Nature's frugal hand empire. How will the matchless beauties of Irene,
Do not we share the comprehensive thought, Thus bright in tears, thus amiable in ruin,
Th’enlivening wit, the penetrating reason?
Beats not the female breast with gen'rous pasWith all the graceful pride of greatness height
sions, Amidst the blaze of jewels and of gold, (en’d, The thirst of empire, and the love of glory? Adorn a throne, and dignify dominion!
Why all this glare of splendid eloquence,
Illustrious maid, new wonders fix me thive,