Bar. Is the rack prepared? Ala. 'Tis ready. Along the ground he lies o'erwhelmed with chains. The ministers of death stand round, and wait Thy last command. Bar. Once more I'll try to bend Lurks in the womb of night, and threatens ruin. Selim. Come on, then. [Exit BAR [They bind him. Begin the work of death--what! bound with cords, His stubborn soul.-Conduct me forthwith to Like a vile criminal!-O valiant friends, him: To question Heaven. The intent, and not the deed, Is in our power: and therefore, who dares greatly Does greatly. Bar. Yet bethink thee, stubborn boy, What horrors now surround thee-- Selim. Think'st thou, tyrant, I came so ill prepared?--Thy rage is weak, Selim. Let guilt like thine Tremble at death: I scorn his darkest frown. There goes the fatal knell. Bell tolls. When will ye give me vengeance! Enter IRENE. Irene. Stop, O stop! Hold your accursed hands!-On me, on me Pour all your torments!-How shall I approach thee! Selim. These are thy father's gifts!-Yet thou art guiltless; Then let me take thee to my heart, thou best, Irene. Rather curse me, Irene. 'Twas I-my fears, my frantic fears Thus falling at thy feet, may I but hope Selim. Hence to thy father! Irene. Never, Onever!-Crawling in the dust, I'll clasp thy feet, and bathe them with my tears! Tread me to earth, I never will complain; But my last breath shall bless thee! Selim. Loved Irene! What hath my fury done? Irene. Indeed, 'twas hard; But I was born to sorrow! Selim. Melt me not. I cannot bear thy tears;-they quite unman me. Forgive the transports of my rage. Irene. Alas! Thus let me thank thee, generous, injured prince! O earth and Heaven! that such unequalled worth Should meet so hard a fate!That I--that I Whom his love rescued from the depth of woe, Should be the accurst destroyer!--Strike, in pity, And end this hated life! Selim. Cease, dear Irene. Submit to Heaven's high will.I charge thee, live; And to thy utmost power, protect from wrong My helpless, friendless mother! Irene. With my life I'll shield her from each wrong. That hope alone Which lifts my towering soul to Atlas' height, That I could prop the skies! Ala. Where is the king? The foe pours in. The palace gates art burst: Offi. Death and ruin ! [Exeunt Officer and Executioners. Selim. Now, bloody tyrant! Now, thy hour is come! Irene. What means yon maddening tumult !-O my fears! Selim. Vengeance at length hath pierced these guilty walls, And walks her deadly round! Irene. Whom dost thou mean? my father! Selim. Yes: thy father; Who murdered mine! Irene. Is there no room for mercy? O Selim! by our love!→→→ Selim. Thy tears are vain! Vain were thy eloquence, though thou didst plead With an archangel's tongue! Irene. Spare but his life! Selim. Heaven knows I pity thee. But he must bleed; Though my own life-blood, nay, though thine, more dear, Should issue at the wound. Irene. Must he then die? Let me but see my father, ere he perish! Let me but pay my parting duty to him!--[Clash of swords. Hark!-'twas the clash of swords! Heaven save my father!. O cruel, cruel Selim! [Exit IRENE. Enter OTHMAN and party, who free SELIM. Oth. O my brave prince!-Heaven favours Take that:-I need not bid thee use it nobly. [Exit SELIM. Oth. Guard ye the prince- [Part go out. Pursue his steps.--Now this way let us turn, And seek the tyrant. [Exeunt OTHMAN, &c. SCENE III.-Changes to the open Palace. Bar. Empire is lost and life: Yet brave re- Shall close my life in glory. Enter OTHMAN. To wound the fallen,--But if life remain, I will speak daggers to his guilty soul. Hoa! Barbarossa! Tyrant! Murderer! 'Tis Selim, Selim calls thee! Bar. Off, ye fiends! Torment me not !---O Selim, art thou there?- Selim. Dost thou, then, I freely do forgive thee !---And if crimes, Abhorred as thine, dare plead to Heaven for How shall I e'er repay thy boundless love! Zaph. What mean these horrors! wheresoe'er My trembling steps, I find some dying wretch, Selim. Lo, there he lies! Zaph. The bloody tyrant slain ! O righteous Heaven! Selim. Behold thy valiant friends, Thus let me snatch thee to my longing arms, Selim. Ŏ happy hour!--happy, beyond the flight Even of my ardent hope!-look down, blest shade, From the bright realms of bliss!--Behold thy The afflicted maid. Zaph. Her virtues might atone For all her father's guilt. The throne be her's: Selim. Then haste and find her.-O'er her fa- 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! Now, let us thank the Eternal Power, convinced 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! Let the poor devil eat,—allow him that, 2 B The mode should all control-nay every passion, | When thoughts arise I always game or drink, I hate as much as he a turtle-feast, An English gentleman should never think- on What trims a Frenchman oversets a Briton; DOUGLAS. BY HOME. PROLOGUE. In ancient times, when Britain's trade was arms, When powerful fate decreed one warrior's doom, When Percy, wrong'd, defied his prince or peers Expell'd their native homes by adverse fate, |