Even now his triumph moves within the gates, Of their dire countrymen, an uproar wild Man. Cruel fate! Quick panting with its fears. And O ye powers! Zamti. Come hither, Etan-thou perceiv'st the That now encircle me. Etan. Alas! too well I see the impending storm. But surely, sir, Zamti. Dream not, young man, To stand secure, yet blooming into life, Could Etan's fall appease the tyrant's wrath, Etan. With these a youth, distinguished from A willing victim he would yield his life, the rest, And ask no greater boon of Heaven. So fervid in a stranger's cause Etan. A stranger!-he! My king a stranger !-Sir, you never meant it— Zamti. These towerings of the soul, alas! are I know the Tartar well-should I attempt Heavens, how each blackening hour, in deeper And, for Zaphimri, all the poor remains horror, Those eyes upturned to Heaven, alas! in vain, Zamti. Loved Mandane, I prithee leave me-but a moment leave me. Of China's matrons, and her hoary sires, And all be lost for ever! Etan. Then at once Proclaim him to the world; each honest hand guards, Reach the usurper's heart-or, should they fail, Thou know'st, with Morat, I convey'd the in- They'll greatly dare to die !-better to die fant Far as the eastern point of Corea's realm; Might mock their busy search. Then check thy Retire, my love, awhile; I'll come anon- Man. Yes, Zamti's wife Shall never act unworthy of her lord! With falling liberty, than basely lead land Slavery shall clank her chains, and violation, Zamti. Thou brave young man, Etan. The prisoner, sir, Zamti. Dream on, deluded tyrant! yes, dream on In blind security! whene'er high Heaven To this great lot, by fate to few allowed! Let me once more embrace thee---- ocean's margin, Parched with the sun, or chilled with midnight damps, O'er hills, and rocks, and dreary continents, Zamti. Why didst let him forth? Morat. Think not thy Morat urged him to the His valour was the cause; and soon as fame He drags the conqueror's chain. Zamti. Mandane then May still embrace her son! My boy may live, Unconscious of our frauds, the tyrant thinks Zumti. Ah! Morat! In secret knew him, nor revealed he aught That touched his birth. But still the busy voice Of fame, increasing as she goes, through all the ranks Babbled abroad each circumstance. By thee —[Turning aside.]---Oh! cruel, Zamti. Now mark meMorat-my soncruel task, To conquer nature while the heart-strings break! Morat. Why heave those sighs? and why that burst of grief? Zamti. My son--his guiltless blood-I cannot speak! [Bursts into tears. Morat. Ha! Wilt thou shed his blood? Zamti. Thou wretched father!- [Half aside. Morat. Oh! had you known the virtues of the youth, His truth, his courage, his enlightened mindZamti. I prithee urge no more--here nature's voice Speaks in such pleadings: such reproaches, Mo rat, -Here in my very heart--give woundings here, In pity to a father, cease-Think, Morat-- Morat. Ah! how fares the prince? Unknowing his celestial origin, Yet quick, intense, and bursting into action; His great heart labouring with--he knows not what-- Prodigious deeds! Deeds, which ere long shall rouse, Astonish, and alarm the world. Zamti. Revenge, conquest, and freedom! Morat. By Heaven! The news revives my soul. Zamti. And canst thou think, To save one vulgar life, that Zamti now Will mar the vast design? No; let him bleed, Let my boy bleed! in such a cause as this, I can resign my son--with tears of joy Resign him! and one complicated pang Shall wrench him from my heart.The conqueror comes! [Warlike music withia, This is no hour for parleying-Morat, hence! And leave me to my fixed resolve. Morat. Yet think, Think of some means to save your Hamet. It cannot be-the soul of Timurkan [A second flourish. Morat. That nearer sound proclaims his dread approach. Yet once more, Zamti, think— Zamti. No more-I will send Those shall conduct thee where Orasming lives. There dwell unseen of all. But, Morat, first Seek my Mandane. Heavens! how shall I bear Her strong impetuosity of grief, When she shall know my fatal purpose! Thou Prepare her tender spirit; sooth her mind, And save, Oh! save me from that dreadful conflict! [Exeunt. SCENE. II. Two large Folding-gates in the back-scene are burst open by the Tartars, and then enter TIMURKAN, with his train. Timur. Hail to this regal dome, this gorgeous palace! Where this inventive race have lavished all Octar. There he fell, No more to stalk thy realm: the eastern world, Timur. Thus, Octar, Shall Timurkan display his conquering banners, Octar. But first this captive prince! Zaphimri gluts my rage-bring him before us-first We'll crush the seeds of dark conspiracy; Octar. Zamti's crimes Hamet. Then, be thou witness for me, in that hour I never shunned your thickest war; and if Timur. Say, what motive Hamet. The love of honourable deeds, The groans of bleeding China, and the hate Of tyrants. Timur. Ha!--take heed, rash youth-I see This lesson has been taught thee. Octar, haste, Seek me the mandarin: let him forthwith Attend me here. [Exit OCTAR.] Now tremble at words! my Thy motive to these wars is known-thou art Zaphimri. Hamet. I Zaphimri ! Timur. False one, yes: Thou art Zaphimri--thou!-whom treacherous guile The last of China's race! Nay, mock not majesty, Nor with the borrowed robes of sacred kings Dress up a wretch like me--Were I Zaphimri, Think'st thou thy trembling eye could bear the shock Of a much-injured king? Couldst thou sustain it? Say, couldst thou bear to view a royal orphan, Whose father, mother, brother, sisters, all, 'Twere best to leave unpunished :-----versed in Thy murderous arm hath long since laid in dust? wiles Of sly hypocrisy, he wins the love Of the deluded multitude. 'Twould seem, To make this stubborn race receive the yoke, sions Swell in his breast in vain !-- Whose native crown on thy ignoble brow Thou hast been tutored in thy lone retreat Hamet. Let death come on; Enter ZAMTI. Timur. Now, pious false one, say, who is that youth Zamti. His air, his features, and his honest mien, Proclaim all fair within. But, mighty sir, Timur. Take heed, old man, nor dare, Beneath a mask of sacerdotal perfidy: Zamti. Priestcraft and sacerdotal perfidy Timur. Thou vile impostor! Zamti. Alas! full well thou know'st, that arm already Hath shed all royal blood. Timur. Traitor, 'tis false ! By thee, vile slave, I have been wrought to think The hated race destroyed: thy artful tale Abused my credulous ear. But know, at length, Some captive slaves, by my command impaled, Have owned the horrid truth-have owned they fought To seat Zaphimri on the throne of China. Thou specious traitor! thou false, hoary mora!ist! [TO ZANTI Confusion has o'erta'en thy subtile frauds. To make my crown's assurance firm, that note Hereafter shall aspire to wrench it from me, Hear me, thou froward boy-dar'st thou be ho- Now own your fancied king; or, by yon heaven, [Aside. Zamti. Oh! ill-fated youth! Found an asylum from heart-piercing woes, Zamti. Oh! lovely youth! at every word he utters, A soft effusion, mixed of grief and joy, [Aside. Timur. Who, said he, was your father? Hamet. My birth the pious sage-I know not why Still wrapped in silence; and when urged to tell, Timur. Now, 13 To make our vengeance sure, through all the east Each youth shall die, and carnage thin mankind, Till in the general wreck your boasted Orplian Shall undistinguished fall. Thou know'st my word Is fate. Octar, draw near-when treason lurks, Each moment's big with danger-thou observe These my commands tears! [Talks apart to OCTAR Zamti. Now, virtuous cruelty, repress my Cease your soft conflict, Nature! Hear me, Tar tar: That youth-his air-his every look unmans me quite. Timur. Wilt thou begin, dissembler? And in Zaphimri's grave lie hushed my [Erit. Zumti. Flow, flow my tears, and ease this aching breast! Hamet. Nay, do not weep for me, thou good old man! If it will close the wounds of bleeding China, [Exit with OCTAR, &L Zamti. Hold, hold, my heart!— |