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Swells in the breast, and with resistless force Charm'd with the thonght of blessing human O'erbears each gentler motion of the miud. kind,
As when a deluge overspreads the plains,
The wand'ring rivulet and silver lake
Claim but the second place: there mighty love Shall mourn no more her plunder'd palaces.
Has fix'd his hopes, inquietudes, and fears,
Love is indeed the privilege of youth;
Yet on a day like this, when expectation To state and pow'r I court thee, not to ruin: Pants for the dread event-But let us reasonSinile on my wishes, and cominand the globe. Security shall spread her sneid before thee, And love infold thee with his downy wings. Hast thon grown old amidst the crowd of courts, It greatness please thee, mount th' imperial And turn'd th’instructive page of human life, seat;
To cant, at last, of reason to a lover? If pleasure charm thee, view this soft retreat;
Such ill-tim'd gravity, such serious folly, Here ev'ry warbler of the sky shall sing ;
Might well befit the solitary student, Here ev'ry fragrance breathe of ev'ry spring :
Th’unpractis'd dervise, or sequestèr'd faquir. To deck these bow'rs each region shall com
know'st thou not yet, when love invades the bine,
soul, And e'en our Prophet's gardens envy thine:
That all her facnlties receive his chains? Empire and love shall share the blissful day,
That reason gives ber sceptre to his hand, And varied life steal unperceiv'd away.
Or only struggles to be more enslav'd ?
Aspasia, who can look upon thy beauties?
Reason ! the hoary dotard's dull directress,
'That loses all because she hazards nothing !
Reason! the tim'rous pilot, that, to shuu
The rocks of life, for ever flies the port! CALI, ABDALLA. [Caut enters with a discontented air ; to him enter ABDALLA,]
Put why this sudden warmth?
Is this the fierce conspirator Abdalla?
Because I love ; Is this the resistless diligence of treason?
Because my slighted passion burns in vain! Where hast thou linger'd while th' encumber'd Why roars the lioness distress'd by hunger? hours
Why foams the swelling wave when tempests rise? Fly lab'ring with the fate of future nations, Why shakes the ground when subterraneous fires And hungry slaughter scents imperial blood ? Fierce through the bursting caverns rend their
Not till this day thon sawst this fatal fair;
Did ever passion make so swift a progress?
Spread by degrees, and dread th’ oppressing Unprofitable, peaceful, fernale virtues ?
stream; When eager vengeance shoss a naked foe,
The subtler flames emitted from the sky And kind ambition points the way to greatness. Flash out at once, with strength above resistance. ABDALLA.
CALI. Must then ambition's rotaries infringe
How did Aspasia welcome your address? The laws of kindness, break the bonds of nature, And quit the names of brother, friend, and fa- or pay with speaking eyes a lover's humage?
Did you proclaim this unexpected conquest? ther? CALI.
ABDALLA. This sov'reign passion, scornful of restraint, Confounded, aw'd, and lost in admiration, E'en from the birth affects supreme command, I gaz'd, I trembled; but I could not speak;
When e'en as love was breaking off from wonder,
Had our first Asian foes but known this ardour, breast; And smiling, conscious of her charms, withdrew Rouse, Cali; shall the sons of conquer'd Greece [Enter Demetrius and Leontius. Lead us to danger, and abash their victors ?
This night with all her conscious stars be witness,
Who merits most, Demetrius or Abdalla.
Who merits most !-I knew not we were rivals, Hence ! or be calm-To disagree is ruin.
Young man, forbear-the heat of youth, LO CALI, DEMETRIUS, LEONTIUS, ABDALLA.
Well, 'tis decreed-this night shall fix our fate. DEMETRIUS.
Soon as the reil of evening clouds the sky, When will occasion smile upon our wishes, With cautious secrecy, Leontius, steer And give the tortures of suspense a period? Th' appointed vessel to yop shaded bay, Still must we linger in uncertain bope? [dom, Form’d by this garden jutting on the deep; Still languish in our chains, and dream of free-There, with your soldiers arm'd, and sails er. Like thirsty sailors gazing on the clouds, Await our coming, equally prepar'd (panded, Till burning death shoots through their wither'd for speedy flight, or obstinate defence. limbs?
CALI, ABDALLA, DEMETRIOS,
If e'er thy youth has known the pangs of absence So weak is man when destin'd to destruction !
Or felt th' impatience of obstructed love, The watehful slumber, and the crafty trust. Give me, before th' approaching hour of fate,
Once to behold the charms of bright Aspasia,
And draw new virtue from her heav'nly tongue. At my command yon iron gates unfold; At my command the sentinels retire;
CALI. With all the license of authority, Through bowing slaves, I range the private rooms, Impartial weigh the pleasure with the danger.
Let prudence, ere the suit be farther urg'd,
A little longer, and she's thine for ever.
Prudence and love conspire in this reqnest,
Surprise o'erwhelm her, and retard our flight An useless life in waitiog for to morrow,
CALI To gaze with longing eyes upon to morrow, 'Till interposing death destroys the prospect!
What I can grant, you cannot ask in rain, Strange! that this gen’ral fraud from day to day
I go to wait thy call; this kind consent
Completes the gift of freedom and of life. Still to the lover's long-expecting arms
[Erit Dém, To morrow brings the visionary bride.
The refuse of our swords, the dross of com
quest, Who knows, ere this important morrow rise, Throws his fond arms about Aspasia's neck, But fear or mutiny may taint the Greeks? Dwells on her lips, and sighs upon her breast. Who knows, if Mahomet's awaking anger Is't not enough he lives by our indulgence, May spare the fatal bow-string till to mortow? But he must live to make his masters wretched!
When Cali mounts the throne, Abdalla dies. What claim hast thou to plead ?
Too fierce, too faithless, for neglect or trust.
[Enter Irene with Attendants, ABDALLA The claim of pow'r,
CALI, IRENE, ASPASIA, &c.
Superior majesty proclaims thee queen,
And nature justifies our monarch's choice.
Reserve this homage for some other fair;
tan! Oppose my wishes, and remember justice.
Make haste, bright maid, to rule the willing CALI,
world; Dişorder sits upon thy face-retire.
Av'd by the rigour of the sultan's justice,
We court thy gentleness.
Can Cali's voice
Concur to press a hapless captive's ruin?
If yet this shining pomp, these sudden honours, With warmer courtship press the yielding fair:
Swell not thyself beyond advice or friendship, Call to your aid, with boundless promises,
Nor yet inspire the follies of a queen, Each rebel wislı, each traitor inclination,
Or tune thine ear to soothing adulation, That raises tumults in the female breast
Suspend awhile the privilege of pow'r The love of pow'r, of pleasure, and of show.
To hear the voice of truth; dismiss thy train,
Shake off th' encumbrances of state a moment, MAHOMET.
And lay the tow'ring sultaness aside, These arts I try'd, and, to inflame her more,
[Irene signs to her atlendants to retire.
While I foretel thy fate; that office done, By hateful business hurried from her sight, I bade a hundred virgins wait around her,
No more I boast th' anibitious name of friend, Sooth her with all the pleasures of command,
But sink among thy slaves without a murmur. Applaud her charms, and court her to be great.
Did regal diadems invest my brow,
Yet should my soul, still faithful to her choice,
He's gone--Here resi, iny soul, thy fainting wing,
Upbraid me not with fanc el wickedness;
Dut should I sin beyond the hope of mercy,
ASTASIA. If, when religion prompts me to refuse, The dread of instant death restrains my tongue? | Freed from the tumults of nasettled conquest,
When soft security shall prompt the sullan,
To fix his court, and regulate his pleasures, Reflect that life and death, affecting sounds! Soou shall the dire seraglio's horrid gates Are only varied inodes of endless being;
Close like th' eternal bars of death upon thee. Reflect that life, like ev'ry other blessing, Immur'd, and buried in perpetual sloth, Derives its value from its use alone;
That gloomy slumber of the stagnant soul, Not for itself, but for a nobler end,
There shalt thou view from far the quiet cottage, 'Th' Eternal gave it, and that end is virtue,
And sigh for cheerful poverty in vain; When inconsistent with a greater good,
'There wear the tedious bours of life away, Reason coinmands to cast the less away;
Beneath each curse of unrelenting Hear'a,
There shall we find the yet untasted bliss
Still stretch in vain their longing aros afar; Mix in the war, and shine ainong the heroes? Nor dare to pass th' insuperable bound.
Ah ! let me rather seek the convent's cell ;
There when my thoughts, at interval of pray't, Ilearn, when its hand pour'd softness on our
Descend to range these mansions of misfortuos, limbs,
Oft shall I dwell on our disastrous friendship, l'nfit for toil, and polish'd into weakness.
And shed the pitying tear for lost Irene,
Thy dazzled soul, with all its boasted greatness, Pour'd storms of fire upon our fierce invaders,
Shrinks at th' o'erpow’ring gleams of regal Implor'd th'Eternal Pow'r to shield my country,
state, With silent sorrows, and with calm devotion.
Stoops from the blaze like a degenerate eagle,
And flies for shelter to the shades of life,
On me should Providence, without a crime,
The weighty charge of royalty confer; Again should goden splendour grace her cities,
Call me to civilize the Russian wilds, Again her prostrate palaces should rise,
Or bid soft science polish Britain's heroes : Again ber temples sound with holy music:
Soon should'st thou see, how false thy weak No more should danger fright, or want distress
reproach. The smiling widows, and protected orphans.
My bosom feels, enkindled from the sky,
The lambent flames of mild benevolence,
Untouch'd by fierce ambition's raging fires.
Ambition is the stamp impress'd by Hearen
To mark the noblest minds; with actire beat And fix the fierce usurper's bloody title;
Inform’d, they mount the precipice of pow't, Then bigotry might send her slaves to war,
Grasp at command, and tow'r in quest of And bid success become the test of truth:
empire ; Unpitying massacre might waste the world,
While vulgar souls compassionate their cares, And persecution boast the call of Heaven.
Gaze at their height, and tremble at their dan-
The varying seasons, and revolving skies,
And ask, what guilty pow'r's rebellious band And plan the bappiness of mourning millions ?
Rolls witli eternal toil the pond'rous orbs :
While some archangel, nearer to perfection, Dream not of pow'r thou never canst attain:
In easy state presides o'er all their motions, When social laws first harmonis'd the world,
Directs the planets with a careless nod,
Conducts the Sun, and regulates the spheres. Superior man possess'd the charge of rule, The scale of justice, and the sword of power, Vor left us ought but fattery and state,
Well mayst thou hide in labyrinths of sound
The cause that shrinks from reason's porisfa! To me my lover's fondness will restore
[thought, Wate'er man's pride has ravish'd from our sex. Stoop froin thy fight, trace back th' entangled
And set the glittring fallacy to view.
Say, how the tyrant threaten'd, flatter'd, sigh'd ! Not pow'r I blame, but pow'r obtain’d by crime; Say, how he threaten'd, flatter'd, sigh'd in vain ! Angelic greatness is angelic virtue.
Say, how the hand of violence was rais'd! Amidst the glare of courts, the shout of armies, Say, how thou call’dst iu tears upon Demetrius! Will not th' apostate feel the pangs of guilt, And wish, too late, for innocence and peace, Curst as the tyrant of th' infernal realms, Inform me rather how thy happy courage With gloon state and agonizing pomp? Stemm'd in the breach the deluge of destruction,
And pass'd uninjur'd through the walks of death. SCENE IX.
Did savage anger and licentious conquest
Behold the hero with Aspasia's eyes ?
And, thus protected in the gen’ral ruin,
O say, what guardian pow'r convey'd thee hither. A Turkish stranger, of majestic mien, Asks at the gate admission to Aspasia, Commission'd, as he says, by Cali Bassa. Such strange events, such unexpected chances,
Beyond my warmest hope, or wildest wishes,
Concurr'd to give me to Aspasia's arms, Whoe'er thou art, or whatsoe'er thy message,
I stand amaz'd, and ask, if yet I clasp thee.
[aside. Thanks for this kind relief-With speed admit him.
Sure Heaven (for wonders are not wrought in
That joins us thus, will never part us more.
DEMETRIUS, ASPASIA, ABDALLA.
It parts you now—The hasty sultan sign'd
The laws unread, and files to bis Irene.
He envies none the converse of Aspasia,
A thousand thoughts, imperfect and distracted, will not admit a Jover's long farewell,
Dispatch ; tb' increasing danger Demand a voice, and struggle into birth;
The long-drawn intercourse of siglas and kisses. A thousand questions press upon my tongue, But all give way to rapture and Demetrius.
Thep-O my fair, I cannot bid thee go. O say, bright being, in this age of absence, Receive her, and protect her, gracious Heav'n! What fears, what griefs, what dangers, hast thou Yet let me watch her dear departing steps, known
If fate pursues me, let it find me here.