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And add new terrors to the face of death.
Mus. His breath prolong'd but to detect her treason, Then in short sighs forsook his broken frame.
Mah. Decreed to perish in Irene's chamber! There had she lulld me with endearing falsehoods, Clasp'd in her arms, or slumb’ring on her breast, And bar'd my bosom to the ruffian's dagger.
HASAN, CARAZA, MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA, MURZA,
Mur. Forgive, great Sultan! that, by fate prevented, I bring a tardy message from Irene.
Mah. Some artful wile of counterfeited love!
Mur. The queen requested that a chosen troop
Mus. The Greek Demetrius ! whom th’expiring Bassa Declar'd the chief associate of his guilt !
Mah. A chosen troop—to intercept-Demetrius-
Mur. The queen requested—-
Who? the dead Irene?
Doom'd her to death unpity’d and unheard,
[To Hasan and Caraza.
Car. Your fierce impatience forc'd us from your presence, Urg'd us to speed, and bade us banish pity, Nor trust our passions with her fatal charms.
Mah. What hadst thou lost by slighting those commands? Thy life perhaps—Were but Irene spar'd, Well if a thousand lives like thine had perish'd ; Such beauty, sweetness, love, were cheaply bought With half the grov’ling slaves that load the globe.
Mus. Great is thy woe! But think, illustrious Sultan, Such ills are sent for souls like thine to conquer. Shake off this weight of unavailing grief, Rush to the war, display thy dreadful banners, And lead thy troops victorious round the world.
Mah. Robb’d of the maid with whom I wish'd to triumph, No more I burn for fame, or for dominion; Success and conquest now are empty sounds, Remorse and anguish seize on all my breast; Those groves, whose shades embower'd the dear Irene, Heard her last cries, and fann'd her dying beauties, Shall hide me from the tasteless world for ever.
[Mahomet goes back, and returns. Yet, ere I quit the sceptre of dominion, Let one just act conclude the hateful day. Hew down, ye guards, those vassals of distraction,
[Pointing to Hasan and Caraza. Those hounds of blood, that catch the hint to kill; Bear off with eager haste th' unfinish'd sentence, And speed the stroke, lest mercy should o’ertake them.
Car. Then hear, great Mahomet, the voice of truth.
Hadst thou heard a moment,
Car. I heard her, pitied her, and wish'd to save her. Mah. And wish'd—be still thy fate to wish in vain.
Car. I heard, and soften'd, till Abdalla brought Her final doom, and hurried her destruction.
Mah. Abdalla brought her doom! Abdalla brought it! The wretch, whose guilt, declar'd by tortur'd Cali, My rage and grief had hid from my remembrance : Abdalla brought her doom ! Has.
Abdalla brought it,
Mah. O seize me, Madness-Did she call on me!
[Erit Mahomet; Abdalla is dragged off
HASAN, CARAZA, MUSTAPHA, MURZA.
MUSTAPHA to MURZA.
What plagues, what tortures, are in store for thee,
Mur. Such was the will of Heav'n—A band of Greeks
Breathless, amaz’d, and on the guarded beach
Mus. So sure the fall of greatness, rais'd on crimes ! So fix'd the justice of all conscious Heav'n!
When haughty guilt exults with impious joy,
BY SIR WILLIAM YONGE.
MARRY'a Turk! a haughty, tyrant king!
'Tis true, the fellow's handsome, straight, and tall, But how the devil should he please us all! My swain is little-true-but, be it known, My pride's to have that little all my own. Men will be ever to their errours blind, Where woman's not allow'd to speak her mind. I swear this Eastern pageantry is nonsense, And for one man-one wife's enough of conscience.
In vain proud man usurps what's woman's due ; For us alone, they honour's paths pursue: Inspir’d by us, they glory's heights ascend; Woman the source, the object, and the end. Though wealth, and pow'r, and glory, they receive, These are all trifles to what we can give. For us the statesman labours, hero fights, Bears toilsome days, and wakes long tedious nights; And, when blest peace has silenc'd war's alarms, Receives his full reward in Beauty's arms,