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Bar. Is the rack prepared ?

Lurks in the womb of night, and threatens ruin. Ala. 'Tis ready.

Spare not the rack, nor cease, till it extort Along the ground he lies o'erwhelmed with chains. The lurking treason; and this murderer call The ministers of death stand round, and wait On death, to end his woes.

(Erit BAR Thy last command.

Selim. Come on, then. (They bind him. Bur. Once more I'll try to bend

Begin the work of death--what! bound with cords, His stubborn soul.—Conduct me forthwith to Like a vile criminal !-- valiant friends, him:

When will ye give me vengeance !
And if he now refuse my proffered kindness,
Destruction swallows him!

[Ereunt.

Enter IRENE.

Irene. Stop, O stop!
SCENE II,

Hold your accursed hands!-On me, on me

Pour all your torments !--How shall I approach Selim discovered in chains, Erecutioners, Offi

thee! cers, 8c. and the rack.

Selim. These are thy father's gifts !-Yet thou Selim. I pray you, friends,

art guiltless ; When I am dead, let not indignity

Then let me take thee to my heart, thou best, Insult these poor remains; see them interred

Most amiable of women! Close by my father's tomb; I ask no more.

Irene. Rather curse me, Offi. They shall.

As the betrayer of thy virtue ! Selim. How goes the night?

Selim. Ah! Offi. Thy hour of fate,

Irene. 'Twas l-my fears, my frantic fears The second watch, is near.

betrayed thee! Selim. Let it come on;

Thus falling at thy feet, may I but hope I am prepared.

For pardon ere I die!

Selim. Hence to thy father !
Enter BARBAROSSA and Guards.

Irene. Never, O never!-Crawling in the dust, Bar. So--raise him from the ground.... I'll clasp thy feet, and bathe them with my tears !

[They raise him.

Tread me to earth, I never will complain;
Perfidious boy! behold the just rewards

But my last breath shall bless thee!
Of guilt and treachery! Didst thou not give Selim. Loved Irene!
Thy forfeit life, whene'er I should behold What hath my fury done?
Selim's detested face?

Irene. Indeed, 'twas hard;
Selim. Then take it, tyrant.

But I was born to sorrow! Bar. Didst thou not aim a dagger at my heart ?

Selim. Melt me not. Selim. I did.

I cannot bear thy tears ;--they quite unman me. Bar. Yet Heaven defeated thy intent, Forgive the transports of my rage. And saved me from the dagger.

Irene. Alas! Selim. 'Tis not ours

The guilt is mine: Canst thou forgive those fears To question Heaven. The intent, and not the That first awaked suspicion in my father? deed,

Those fears that have undone thee !-Heaven is Is in our power : and therefore, who dares greatly

witness, Does greatly:

They meant not ill to thee! Bur. Yet bethink thee, stubborn boy,

Selim. None, none, Irene ! What horrors now surround thee...

No; 'twas the generous voice of filial love: Selim. Think'st thou, tyrant,

That, only, prompted thee to save a father. I came so ill prepared ?--Thy rage is weak, Yes; from my inmost soul I do approve Thy torments powerless o'er the steady mind: That virtue which destroys me. He who can bravely dare, can bravely suffer. Irene. Canst thou, then,

Bar. Yet, lo! I come, by pity led, to spare thee. Forgive and pity me? Relent, and save Zaphira !--For the bell

Selim. I do I do. Even now expects the centinel, to toll

Irene. On my knees, The signal of thy death.

Thus let me thank thee, generous, injured prince! Selim. Let guilt like thine

O earth and Heaven! that such unequalled worth Tremble at death : I scorn his darkest frown. Should meet so hard a fate. That I..that I Hence, tyrant, nor prophane my dying hour! Whom his love rescued from the depth of woe,

Bar. Then take thy wish. Bell tolls. Should be the accurst destroyer I-Sīrike, in picy, There goes the tatal knell.

And end this hated life! Thy fate is sealed.-- Not all thy mother's tears, Selim. Cease, dear Irene. Nor prayers, nor eloquence of grief, shall save Submit to Heaven's high will... I charge thee, live; thee

And to thy utmost power, protect from wrong From instant death. Yet ere the assassin die, My helpless, friendless mother! Let torment wring each secret from his lieart. Irene. With my life The traitor Othinan's fled ;-Conspiracy I'll shield her from each wrong. That hope alone

Can tempt me to prolong a life of woe.
Selim. O my ungoverned rage !-to frown on

Enter OTHMAN and party, who free SELIM. thee!

Oth. O my brave prince !-Heaven favours Thus let me expiate the cruel wrong, (Embracing.

our design.

(Embraces him. And mingle rapture with the pains of death! Take that:-I need not bid thee use it nobly. Offi. No more.-- Prepare the rack.

[Giving him a sword. Irene. Stand off, ye fiends!

Selim. Now, Barbarossa, let my arm meet Here will I cling. No power on earth shall part

thine: us,

'Tis all I ask of Heaven !

(Erit SELIM. Till I have saved my Selim!

(A shout.

Oth. Guard ye the prince- (Part go out. Offi. Hark! what noise

Pursue his steps.---Now this way let us turn, Strikes on my ear?

And seek the tyrant. (Exeunt OTHMAN, $C. Selim. Again!

(A shout. Ala. Arm, arm !--- Treachery and murder ! SCENE III.-Changes to the open Palace.

[Without.

Enter BARBAROSSA. (Executioners go to seize Selim. Selim. Off, slaves !--Or I will turn my chains Bar. Empire is lost and life: Yet brave reto arms,

venge And dash you piece-meal !--for I have heard a Shall close my life in glory.

sound Which lifts my towering soul to Atlas' height,

Enter OTHMAN. That I could prop the skies !

Have I found thee, Ala. Where is the king ?

Dissembling traitor !---Die ! The foe pours in. The palace gates art burst: Oth. Long hath my wish, The centinels are murdered ! Save the king ! Pent in my struggling breast, been robbed of utThey seek him through the palace !

terance. Offi . Death and ruin !

Now valour scorns the mask.--I dare thee, tr• Follow me, slaves, and save him.

rant ! (Ereunt Officer and Executioners. And, armed with justice, thus would meet thy Selim. Now, bloody tyrant! Now, thy hour is

rage, come!

Though thy red right-hand grasped the pointed Irene. What means yon maddening tumult !

thunder!
O
my
fears!

Now, Heaven decide between us! (They fight. Selim. Vengeance at length hath pierced these Bar. Coward ! guilty walls,

Oth. Tyrant ! And walks her deadly round!

Bur. Traitor! Irene. Whom dost thou mean?

my

father! Oth. Infernal fiend, thy words are fraught Sclim. Yes: thy father;

with falsehood: Who murdered mine!

To combat crimes like thine, by force or wiles, Irene. Is there no room for mercy?

Is equal glory.

[BAR. falls

. O Selim! by our love !

Bar. I faint ! I die!--O horror !
Selim. Thy tears are vain !
Vain were thy cloquence, though thou didst plead

Enter SELIM and SADI.
With an archangel's tongue !

Selim. The foe gives way: sure this way went Irene. Spare but his life!

the storm. Selim. Heaven knows I pity thee. But he must Where is the tiger fled !-What do I see! bloed;

Sudi. Algiers is free ! Though my own life-blood, nay, though thine, Oth. This sabre did the deed ! more dear,

Selim. I envy thee the blow.—Yet valour Should issue at the wound. Irene. Must he then die ?

To wound the fallen,--But if life remain, Let me but see my father, ere he perishı! I will speak daggers to his guilty soul. Let me but pay my parting duty to him !--- Hoa ! Barbarossa! Tyrant! Murderer!

(Clash of swords. 'Tis Selim, Selim calls thee! Hark !--'twas the clash of swords ! Heaven save Bar, Off, ye fiends!

Torment me not !-- Selim, art thou there? O cruel, cruel Selim !

[Erit IRENE. Swallow me, earth ! Bury me deep, ye mountains ! Selim. Curse on this servile chain, that binds Accursed be the day that gave me birth! me fast,

Oh, that I ne'er had wrong'd thee ! In powerless ignominy; while my sword

Selim. Dost thou, then, Should haunt its prey, and cleave the tyrant Repent thee of thy crimes ---He does ! He does! down!

[Without. He grasps my hand! See, the repentant tear Oth. Where is the prince !

Starts from his eye !--Dost thou indeed repent ? Selim. Here, Othman, bound to earth! Why then I do forgive thee: From my soul Set mo but free !--O cursed, cursed cbains ! I freely do forgive thee !---And if crimes,

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Abhorred as thine, dare plead to Heaven for How shall I e'er repay thy boundless love! mercy,-

Thus let me snatch thee to my longing arms, May Heaven have mercy on thee!

And on thy bosom weep my griefs away! Bar. Generous Selim !

Selim. Ó happy hour !---happy, beyond the Too good I have a daughter! Oh, protect her!

flight Let not my crimes

(Dies. Even of my ardent hope !---look down, blest Oth. There fled the guilty soul !

shade, Selim. Haste to the city-- stop the rage of From the bright realms of bliss !--Behold thy slaughter.

queen Tell my brave people that Algiers is free, Unspotted, unseduced, unmoved in virtue ! And tyranny no more.

(Exeunt slaves. Behold the tyrant prostrate at my feet ! Sadi. And to confirm

And to the memory of thy bleeding wrongs, The glorious tidings, soon as morning shines, Accept this sacrifice ! Be his dead carcase dragged throughout the city, Zaph. My generous Selim! A spectacle of horror !

Selim. Where is Irene? Selim. Curb thy zeal,

Sadi. With looks of wildness, and distracted Let us be brave, not cruel : nor disgrace

mien, Valour, by barbarous and inhuman deeds. She sought her father where the tumult raged; Black was his guilt: and he hath paid his life, She passed me, while the coward Aladin The forfeit of his crimes. Then sheath the fled from my sword : and as I cleft him down, sword :

She fainted at the sight. Let vengeance die. - Justice is satisfied.

Oth. But soon recovered;

Zamor, our trusty friend, at my command, Enter ZAPHIRA.

Conveyed the weeping fair one to her chamber. Zaph. What mean these horrors ! wheresoe'er Selim. Thanks to thy generous care:---Come, I turn

let us seek My trembling steps, I find some dying wretch, The afflicted maid. Weltering in gore! And dost thou live, my Se- Zaph. Her virtues might atone lim?

For all her father's guilt. The throne be her's: Selim. Lo, there he lies !

She merits all thy love. Zaph. The bloody tyrant slain !

Selim. Then haste and find her.-O'er her faOrighteous Heaven!

ther's crimes Selim. Behold thy valiant friends,

Pity shall draw her veil; nay half absolve them, Whose faith and courage have o'erwhelmed the when she beholds the virtues of his child !: power

Now, let us thank the Eternal Power, convinced Of Barbarossa. Here once more, thy virtues That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction : Shall dignify the throne, and bless the people. That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour, Zapk. Just are thy ways, O Heaven !--Vain Serves but to brighten all our future days ! terrors, hence!

(Exeunt omnes. Once more Zaphira's blest !--My virtuous son,

EPILOGUE.

BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ. SPOKEN BY MR WOODWARD, IN THE CHARACTER OF A FINE

GENTLEMAN.

Laugh, if you please—I'll take a pinch of snuff ! Enters-speaking to the people without.

I come to tell you—(let it not surprise you) Pshaw damn your Epilogue ---and hold your That I'm a wit-and worthy to advise you.tongue

How could you suffer that same country booby, Shall we of rank be told what's right or wrong? The Prologue-speaking savage, that great looby Had you ten Epilogues, you should not speak 'em, To talk his nonsense ?-give me leave to say Though he had writ'em all in Linguam Grecam. 'Twas low-damn'd low !-but save the fellow I'll do't , by all the gods!-(you must excuse me)

playThough author, actors, audience all abuse me! Let the poor devil eat,--allow him that,

And give a meal to measter, mon, and cat ; To the audience.

But why attack the fashion ?-Senseless rog Behold a gentleman!-and that's enough! We have no joys but what result from vog VOL. IL

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The mode should all control-nay every passion, When thoughts arise I always game or drink,
Sepse, appetite, and all, give way to fashion: An English gentleman should never think-
I hate as much as he a turtle-feast,

The reason's plain, which every soul might hit
But till the present turtle-rage has ceas'd,
I'll ride a hundred miles to make myself a beast. What trims a Frenchman oversets a Briton;
I have no ears, yet op'ras I adore !

In us reflection breeds a sober sadness, Always prepar'd to dieto sleepno more! Which always ends in politics or madness : The ladies, too, were carp'd at, and their dress : I therefore now propose by your command, He wants 'em all ruff'd up like good queen Bess! That tragedies no more shall cloud this land; They are,

forsooth, too much exposed and free, Send o'er your Shakspeares to the sons of France, Were more expos'd no ill effects I see,

Let them grow grave, -Let us begin to dance! For more, or less, 'tis all the same to me. Banish your gloomy scenes to foreign climes, Poor gaming, too, was maul'd among the rest, Preserve alone to bless these golden times, That precious cordial to a high-life breast ! A farce or two-and Woodward's pantomimes

DOUGLAS.

BY

HOME

PROLOGUE.

In ancient times, when Britain's trade was arms, When Percy, wrong’d, defied his prince or peers
And the lov'd music of her youth alarms; Fast came the Douglas with his Scottish spears
A godlike race sustain'd fair England's fame: And, when proud Douglas made his king his foe
Who has not heard of godlike Percy's fame? For Douglas, Percy bent his English bow.
Ay, and of Douglas? Such illustrious foes Expell’d their native homes by adverse fate,
In rival Rome and Carthage never rose ! They knock'd alternate at each other's gate :
From

age to age bright shone the British fire, Then blaz'd the castle, at the midnight hour, And every hero was a hero's sire.

For him whose arms bad shook its firmest tow'r. When powerful fate decreed one warrior's doom, This night a Douglas your protection claims ; Up sprung the phænix from his parent's tomb. A wife! a mother ! Pity's softest names : But whilst those gen'rous rivals fought and fell, The story of her woes indulgent hear, Those gen'rous rivals lov'd each other well : And grant your suppliant all she begs, a tear. Though many a bloody field was lost and won, In confidence she begs; and hopes to find Nothing in hate, in honour all was done. Each English breast, like noble Percy's, kind.

DRAMATIS PERSONA.

MEN.
Lord RANDOLPH, a Scottish Baron.
GLENALVON, his pretended Friend.
Norval, an aged Peasant.
DOUGLAS, supposed his Son.

WOMEN.
Lady RANDOLPH.
ANNA, her Confidante.

Officers, Attendants, &c.

SCENE,-Lord Randolph's Domains.

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