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And added to his injuries, the wrongs

The nymph whose hand, by fraud or forte, Our prophet daily meets with from Axalla.

Some tyrant has possessed,
But see, he comes. Improve what I shall tell, By thee, obtaining a divorce,
And all we wish is ours.

In her own choice is blessed.
[They seem to talk together aside. Oh, stay! Arpasia bids thee stay;

The sadly weeping fair
Enter OMAR.

Conjures thee, not to lose in day
Om. No - if I forgive it,

T'he object of her care. Dishonour blast my name! Was it for this

To grasp whose pleasing form she sought, That I directed his first steps to greatness,

That motion chased her sleep; Taught him to climb, and made him what he is? Thus by ourselves are oftnest wrought When our great Cham first bent his eyes towards The griefs, for which we weep.

him, (Then petty prince of Parthia) and, by me Arp. Oh, death! thou gentle end of human Persuaded, raised him to his daughter's bed,

sorrows, Called him his son, and successor of the empire; Still' must my weary eye-lids vainly wake Was it for this, that like a rock I stood,

In tedious expectation of thy peace? Aud stemmed a torrent of our Tartar lords, Why stand thy thousand thousand doors still Who scorned his upstart sway? When Calibes,

open, In bold rebellion, drew e'en half the provinces

To take the wretched in, if stern religion To own his cause, I, like his better angel, Guard every passage, and forbid my entrance. Stood by his shaking throne, and fixed it fast : Lucrece could bleed, and Portia swallow fire, And am I now so lost to his remembrance, When urged with griefs beyond a mortal sufferThat, when I ask a captive, be shall tell me,

ance; She is Axalla's right, his Christian minion? But here it must not be. Think then, Arpasia,

Der. Allow me, valiant Oinar, to demand, Think on the sacred dictates of thy faith, Since injured thus, why right you not yourself? And let that arm thy virtue to perform The prize you ask is in your power.

What Cato's daughter durst not — Live, ArOm. It is,

pasia, And I will seize it in despite of Tamerlane, And dare to be unhappy. And that Italian dog.

Enter TAMERLANE. Ha. What need of force, When every thing concurs to meet your wishes ? Tum. When fortune smiles upon the soldier's Our mighty master would not wish a son

arms, Nobler than Omar. From a father's hand And adds even beauty to adorn his conquest, Receive that daughter, which ungrateful Tamer- Yet she ordains the fair should kpow no fears, lane

No sorrows to pollute their lovely eyes, Has to your worth denied.

But should be used even nobly, as herself, Om. Now, by my arms,

The queen and goddess of the warrior's vows. It will be great revenge, What will your sultan Such welcome as a camp can give, fair sultaness, Give to the man that shall restore his liberty, We hope you have received; it shall be larger, His crown, and give him power to wreak his ha- And better as it may. tred

Arp. Since I have borne Upon his greatest foe?

That miserable mark of fatal greatness, Ha. All he can ask,

I have forgot all difference of conditions; And far beyond his wish.

[Trumpets. Sceptres and fetters are grown equal to me, Om. These trumpets speak

And the best change my fate can bring is death, The emperor's approach; he comes once more Tam. When' sorrow dwells in such an angel To offer terins of peace, Retire within.

form, I will know farther—he grows deadly to me; Well may we guess that those above are mournAnd curse me, prophet, if I not repay

ers; Hiş hate with retribution full as mortal

. [E.reunt. Virtue is wronged, and bleeding innocence

Suffers some wondrous violation here,

To make the saints look sad. Oh! teach my

power Praws, and discovers ARPAsia lying on a couch. To cure those ills which you unjustly suffer, SONG.

Lest Heaven should wrest it from my idle hand,

If I look on, and see you weep in vain.
To thee, O gentle Sleep, alone

Arp. Not that my soul disdains the generous
Is owing all our peace,

aid By thee our joys are heightened shoun, Thy royal goodness proffers; but, oh, emperor ! By thee our sorrows cease.

It is not in my fate to be made happy;

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Nor will I listen to the cozener, Hope,

Tum. If I could have wronged thee, But stand resolved to bear the beating storm If conscious virtue, and all-judging Heaven, That roars around me; safe in this alone, Stood not between to bar ungoverned appetite, That I am not immortal. Though 'tis hard, What hindered, but in spite of thee, my captive, 'Tis wondrous hard, when I remember thee, I might have used a victor's boundless power, Dear native Greece ! and you, ye weeping And sated every wish my soul could form ? maids,

But to secure thy fears, know, Bajazet, That were companions of my virgin youth ! This is among the things I dare not do. My noble parents! Oh, the grief of heart, Baj. By hell, it is false ! else wherefore art The pangs, that, for unhappy me, bring down

thou present? Their reverend ages to the grave with sorrow. What cam'st thou for, but to undo my honour? And yet there is a woe surpassing all:

I found thee holding amorous parly with her,
Ye saints and angels, give me of your constancy, Gazing and glutting on her wanton eyes,
If you expect I shall endure it long!

And bargaining for pleasures yet to come :
Tam. Why is my pity all that I can give My life, I know, is the devoted price-
To tears like yours? And yet I fear 'tis all; Bat take it! I am weary of the pain.
Nor dare I ask, what mighty loss you mourn,

Tam. Yet ere thou rashly urge my rage too far,
Lest honour should forbid to give it back. I warn thee to take heed: I am a man,
Arp. No, Tamerlane, nor did I mean thou And have the frailties common to man's nature :
shouldst :

The fiery seeds of wrath are in my temper, Bat know, (though to the weakness of my sex And may be blown up to so fierce a blaze, I yield these tears) my soul is more than man. As wisdom cannot rule. Know, thou hast touchThink, I am born a Greek, nor doubt my virtue ; A Greek! from whose famed ancestors of old Even in the nicest, tenderest part, my honour; Rome drew the patterns of her boasted heroes. My honour; which, like power, disdains being They must be mighty evils that can vanquish

questioned; A Spartan courage, and a Christian faith. Thy breath has blasted my fair virtue's farne,

And marked ine for a villain, and a tyrant.

Arp. And stand I here an idle looker-on, Baj. To know no thought of rest! to have the To see my innocence murdered and mangled mind

By barbarous hands, nor can revenge the wrong? Still ministering fresh plagues, as in a circle, Art thou a man, and dar'st thou use me thus? Wbere one dishonour treads upon another;

[To Bajuzet. What know the fiends beyond it? Ha! by hell, Hast thou not torn me from my native country,

Seeing Arp. and Tum. From the dear arms of my lamenting friends, There wanted only this to make me mad. From my soul's peace, and from my injured love! Comes he to triumph here? to rob my love, Hast thou not ruined, blotted me for ever, And violate the last retreat of happiness? And driven me to the brink of black despair ?

Tam. But that I read upon thy frowning brow, And is it in thy malice yet to add That war yet lives, and rages in thy breast, A wound more deep, to sully my white name, Once more (in pity to the suffering world) My virtue ? I meant to offer peace.

Baj. Yes, thou hast thy sex’s virtues, Baj. And meanest thou too

Their affectation, pride, ill-nature, noise, To treat it with our empress ? and to barter Proneness to change, even from the joy that: The spoils, which fortune gave thee, for her fa

pleased them: vours?

So gracious is your idol, dear variety, Arp. What would the tyrant? [Aside. That for another love you would forego

Baj. Seekest thou thus our friendship? An angel's form, to mingle with a devil's; Is this the royal usage thou didst boast? Through every state and rank of men you wander,

Tum. The boiling passion, that disturbs thy soul, Till even your large experience takes in all Spreads clouds around, and makes thy purpose The different nations of the peopled earth. dark

Arp. Why soughtst thou not from thy own imUnriddle what thy mystic fury aims at.

pious tribe Paj. Is it a riddle? Read it there explained; A wife like one of these? For such thy race There, in my shame. Now judge me chou, o(If human nature brings forth such) affords. prophet,

Greece, for chaste virgins famed, and pious maAnd equal Heaven, if this demand not raye!

trons, The peasant-hind, begot and born to slavery, Teems not with monsters like your Turkish wives, Yet dares assert a husband's sacred right, Whom guardian eunuchs, haggard and deformed, And guards his homely couch from violation : Whoin walls and bars make honest by constraint. And shall a monarch tamely bear the wron Know, I detest, like hell, the crime thou menWithout complaining ?


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Not that I fear, or reverence thee, thou tyrant ! | By that bright glory thy great soul pursues,
But that my soul, conscious of whence it sprung, Call back the doom of death!
Sits unpolluted in its sacred temple,

Tam. Fair injured excellence,
And scorns to mingle with a thought so mean. Why, dost thou kneel, and waste such precious
Tum. Oh, pity! that a greatness so divine

prayers, Should meet a fate so wretched, so unequal. As might even bribe the saints to partial justice, Thou, blind and wilful to the good that courts For one to goodness lost; who first undid thee, thee,

[To Bajazet. Who still pursues and aggravates the wrong? With open-handed bounty Heaven pursues thee, Baj. By Alla! no, I will not wear a life And bids thee, (undeserving as thou art, Bought with such vile dishonour. Death shall And moustrous in thy crimes) be happy yet; Whilst thou, in fury, dost avert the blessing, At once from infamy, and thee, thou traitress! And art an evil genius to thyself,

Arp. No matter, though the whistling winds Baj. No-Thou! thou art my greatest curse

grow loud, on earth!

And the rude tempest roars, 'tis idle rage : Thou, who hast robbed me of my crown and Oh! mark it not; but let thy steady virtue glory,

Be constant to its temper. Save his life, And now pursuest me to the verge of life, And save Arpasia from the sport of talkers. To spoil me of my honour. Thou! thou hypo- Think, how the busy, meddling world will toss crite!

Thy mnighty naine about, in scurril mirth; That wearest a pageant outside shew of virtue, Shall brand thy vengeance, as a foul design, To cover the hot thoughts that glow within ! And make such monstrous legends of our lives, Thou rank adulterer!

As late posterity shall blush in reading. Tam. Oh, that thou wert

Tam. Oh, matchless virtue! Yes, I will obey; The lord of all those thousands, that lie breath- Though laggard in the race, admiring yet, less,

I will pursue the shining path thou tread'st. On yonder field of blood, that I again

Sultan, be safe! Reason resumes her empire, Might hunt thee, in the face of death and dan

[The guards release Bajazet. ger,

And I am cool again.—Here break we off, Through the tumultuous battle, and there force Lest farther speech should minister new rage. thee,

Wisely from dangerous passsons i retreat, Vanquished and sinking underneath my arm, To keep a conquest which was hard to get : To own thou hast traduced me like a villain ! And, oh! 'tis time I should for fight prepare, Baj. Ha! Does it gall thee, Tartar? By re- A war more fatal seems to threaten there, venge,

And all my rebel-blood assists the fair : It joys me much to find thou feel'st my fury, One moment more, and I too late shall find, Yes, I will echo to thee, thou adulterer! That love's the strongest power that lords it o'er Thou dost prophane the name of king and sol

the mind. dier,

[Erit Tamerlane, followed by the guards. And like a ruffian bravo, cam'st with force Baj. To what new shame, what plague ain I To violate the holy marriage-bed.

reserved! Tam. Wert thou not sheltered by thy abject Why did my stars refuse me to die warm, state,

While yet my regal state stood unimpeached, The captive of my sword, by my just anger, Nor knew the curse of having one above me? My breath, like thunder, should confound thy Then too (although by force I grasped the joy) pride,

My love was safe, nor felt the rack of doubt. And doom thee dead, this instant, with a word. Why hast thou forced this nauseous life upon me! Baj. It is false! my fate's above thee, and Is it to triumph o'er me?-But I will, thou darest not.

I will be free; I will forget thee all; Tam. Ha! dare not! Thou hast raised my The bitter and the sweet, the joy and pain, ponderous rage,

Death shall expunge at once, and ease my soul. And now it falls, to crush thee at a blow. Prophet, take notice, I disclaim thy Paradise, A guard there! Seize and drag him to his fate! Thy fragrant bowers, and everlasting shades;

[Enter a guard, they seize Bajazet. Thou hast placed woman there, and all thy joys Tyrant, I will do a double justice on thee;

are tainted.

[E.rit Bajazet. At once revenge myself, and all mankind.

Arp. A little longer yet, be strong, my heart; Baj. Well dost thou, ere thy violence and lust A little longer let the busy spirits Invade my bed, thus to begin with murder: Keep on their cheerful round. It will not be! Drown all thy fears in blood, and sin securely. Love, sorrow, and the sting of vile reproach, Tam. Away!

Succeeding one another in their course, Arp: (Kneelings] Oh, stay! I charge thee, by Like drops of eating water on the marble, renown;

At length have worn my boasted courage down: I will indulge the woman in my soul,

Inviting stands, to take the wretched in: And give a loose to tears and to impatience; No wars, no wrongs, no tyrants, no despair, Death is at last my due, and I will have it- Disturb the quiet of a place so fair, And see, the poor Moneses comes, to take But injured lovers find Elysium there. (Ereunt. Que sad adieu, and then we part for ever.

Enter BAJAZET, Omar, Haly, and the Deroise. Enter MON ESES.

Baj. Now, by the glorious tomb that shrines Mon. Already am I onward of my way,

our prophet, Thy tuneful voice comes like a hollow sound By Mecca's sacred temple, here I swear, At distance, to my ears. My eyes grow heavy, Our daughter is thy bride! and to that gift And all the glorious lights of Heaven look dim; Such wealth, such power, such honours will I add, Tis the last office they shall ever do me, That monarchs shall with envy view thy state, To view thee once, and then to close and die. And own thou art a demi-god to them. Arp. Alas! how happy have we been, Mo- Thou hast given ine what I wished, power of reneses !

venge, Ye gentle days, that once were ours, what joys And when a king rewards, 'tis ample retribution. Did every cheerful morning bring along !

Om. Twelve Tartar lords, each potent in his No fears, no jealousies, no angry parents,

tribe, That for unequal births, or fortunes frowned; Have sworn to own my cause, and draw their But love, that kindly joined our hearts, to bless thousands, us,

To-morrow, from the ungrateful Parthian's side: Made us a blessing too to all besides.

The day declining seems to yield to night, Mon. Oh, cast not thy remembrance back, Ere little more than half her course be ended. Arpasia!

In an auspicious hour prepare for flight; 'Tis rief unutterable, 'tis distraction !

The leaders of the troops, through which we pass, But let this last of hours be peaceful sorrow! Raised by my power, devoted to my service, Here let me kneel, and pay my latest vows. Shall make our passage secret and secure. Be witness, all ye saints, thou Heaven and Na- Der. Already, mighty sultan, art thou safe, ture,

Since, by you passing torches' light, I guess,
Be witness of my truth, for you have known it! To his pavilion Tamerlane retires,
Be witness, that I never knew a pleasure, Attended by a train of waiting courtiers.
In all the world could offer, like Arpasia! All who remain within these tents are thine,
Be witness, that I lived but in Arpasia !

And hail thee as their lord.
And, oh, he witness, that her loss has killed me! Ha! the Italian prince,
Arp. While thou art speaking, life begins to With sad Moneses, are not yet gone forth.

Baj. Ila! with our queen and daughter ! And every tender accent chills like death.

Om. They are ours: Ob! let me haste then, yet, ere day declines I marked the slaves, who waited on Axalla; And the long night prevail, once more to tell They, when the einperor past out, prest on, thee

And mingled with the crowd, nor missed their What, and how dear, Moneses has been to me.

lord : What has he not been ?-All the names of love, He is your prisoner, sir : I go this moment, Brothers, or fathers, husbands, all are poor: To seize, and bring him to receive his doom. Moneses is myself; in my fond heart,

[Erit Omur, Even in my vital blood, he lives and reigns: Baj. Haste, Haly, follow, and secure the The last dear object of my parting soul

Will be Moneses; the last breath that lingers Him too I wish to keep within my power.
Within my panting breast, shall sigh Moneses.

[Erit Haly. Mon. It is enough! Now to thy rest, my soul ! Der. If my dread lord permit his slave to The world and thou have made an end at once.

speak, Arp. Fain would I still detain thee, hold thee I would advise to spare Axalla's life, still:

Till we are safe beyond the Parthian's power : Nor honour can forbid, that we together Him, as our pledge of safety, may we hold; Should share the few poor minutes that remain. And, could you gain him to assist your flight, I swear, methinks this sad society

It might import you much. Has somewhat pleasing in it.—Death's dark Baj. Thou counsellest well; shades

And though I hate him (for he is a Christian, Seem, as we journey on, to lose their horror; And to my mortal enemy devoted), At near approach the monsters, formed by fear, Yet, to secure my liberty and vengeance, Are vanished all, and leave the prospect clear;

I wish he now were ours. Amidst the gloomy vale, a pleasing scene, Der. And sce, they come! With flowers adorned, and never-fading green, Fortune repents; again she courts your side, Vol. 1.


And, with this first fair offering of success, Oh! is it possible my eyes should tell
She wooes you to forget her crime of yesterday. So little of the fighting storm within?
Enter Omar, with Axalla Prisoner, Selina Oh! turn thee from me, save me from thy beau-

following, weeping.

Falsehood and ruin all look lovely there. Ar. I will not call thee villain; 'tis a name Oh! let my labouring soul yet struggle through— Too holy for thy crime: to break thy faith, I will-I would resolve to die, and leave thee. And turn a rebel to so good a master,

Baj. Then let him die!-He trifles with my Is an ingratitude unmatched on earth.

favour. The first revolting angel's pride could only I have too long attended his resolves. Do more than thou hast done. Thou copiest Sel. Oh! stay a minute, yet a minute longer ! well,

[To Bajaset. And keepest the black original in view. A minute is a little space in life.

Om. Do rage, and vainly call upon thy master There is a kind consenting in his eyes, To save his minion. My revenge has caught And I shall win him to your royal will. thee,

Oh, my Axalla! seem but to consent.And I will make thee curse that fond presump

[To Ar. aside. tion,

Unkind and cruel, will you then do nothing? That set thee on to rival me in aught.

I find I am not worth thy least of cares. Baj. Christian, I hold thy fate at my disposal ! Ar. Oh! labour not to hang dishonour on me! One only way remains to niercy open;

I could bear sickness, pain and poverty, Be partner of my flight and my revenge, Those mortal evils worse than death, for thee. And thou art safe. Thy other choice is death. But this-It has the force of fate against us, Om. What means the sultan?

And cannot be. Der. I conjure you, hold

Sel. See, see, sir, he relents! [To Bajazet. Your rival is devoted to destruction :

Already he inclines to own your cause.

(Aside to Omar. A little longer, and he is all yours. Nor would the sultan now defer his fate,

Baj. Then mark how far a father's fondness But for our common safety.—Listen further.


[Whispers. Till midnight I defer the death he merits, Ar. Then briefly thus. Death is the choice 1 And give him up 'till then to thy persuasion. make;

If by that time he meets my will

, he lives ; Since, next to Heaven, my master and my friend If not, thyself shalt own he dies with justice. Has interest in my life, and still shall claim it. Ar. Tis but to lengthen life upon the rack.

Baj. Then take thy wish-Call in our mutes! I am resolved already.
Sel. My father,

Sel. Oh! be still,
If yet you have not sworn to cast me off, Nor rashly urge a ruin on us both!
And turn me out to wander in misfortune; 'Tis but a moment more I have to save thee.
If yet my voice be gracious in your ears; Be kind, auspicious Alla, to my prayer !
If yet my duty and my love offend not,

More for my love, than for myself, I fear; Oh, call your sentence back, and save Axalla! Neglect mankind awhile, and make him all thy

Baj. Rise, Selima ! The slave deserves to die, care! [Ereunt Aralla and Selima. Who durst, with sullen pride, refuse my mercy: Baj. Moneses is that dog secured? Yet, for thy sake, once more I offer life.

Om. He is. Sel. Some angel whisper to my anxious soul, Baj. 'Tis well-My soul perceives returning What I shall do to save him.-Oh, Axalla!

greatness, Is it so easy to thee to forsake me?

As nature feels the spring. Lightly she bounds, Canst thou resolve, with all this cold indifference, And shakes dishonour, like a burden, from her; Neier to see me more? To leave me here Once more imperial, awful, and herself. The miserable mourner of thy fate,

So, when of old, Jove from the Titans fled, Condemned to waste my widowed virgin youth, Ammon's rude front his radiant face belied, Niy tedious days and nights, in lonely weeping, And all the majesty of Heaven lay hid. And never know the voice of comfort more? At length, by fate, to power divine restored, Ax, Search not too deep the sorrows of my His thunder taught the world to know its Lord, breast :

The God grew terrible again, and was again Thou say'st I am indifferent and cold;



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