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geance blast

Dependent on my gift-Yes, Bajazet,

And all the heroes of thy sacred race,
I bid thee-live! So much my soul disdains Are sad in paradise, thy faithful Haly,
That thou shouldst think I can fear aught but The slave of all thy pleasures, in this ruin,
Heaven :

This universal shipwreck of thy fortunes,
Nay, more; couldst thou forget thy brutal fierce-

Enter ARPASIA. And form thyself to manhood, I would bid thee Ilas gathered up this treasure for thy arins : Live, and be still a king, that thou mayest learn Nor even the victor, haughty Tamerlane What man should be to man, in war reinembering (By whose command once more thy slave beholds The common tie and brotherhood of kind.

thee), This royal tent, with such of thy domestics Denies this blessing to thee, but, with honour, As can be found, shall wait upon thy service; Renders thee back thy queen, thy beauteous bride. Nor will I use my fortune to demand

Baj Oh! had her eyes, with pity, seen my sorHard terms of peace, but such as thou mayst offer rows, With honour, I with honour may receive. Had she the softness of a tender bride,

[Tamerlane signs to an Officer, who un- Heaven could not have bestowed a greater blessbinds Bujuzet.

ing, Baj. Ha! sayst thou-no-our prophet's ven- And love had made amends for loss of empire. me,


what fury dwells upon her charms!
If thou shalt buy my friendship with thy empire. What lightning flashes from her angry eyes!
Damnation on thee, thou smooth fawning talker! With a inalignant joy she views my ruin:
Give me again my chains, that I may curse thee, Even beauteous in her hatred, still she charms
And gratify my rage: or, if thou wilt

me, Be a vain fool, and play with thy perdition, And awes my fierce tumultuous soul to love. Remember I'm thy foe, and hate thee deadly. Arp. And darest thou hope, thou tyrant! raThy folly on thy head!

visher! Tam, Be still my foe.

That Heaven has any joy in store for thee? Great minds, like Ileaven, are pleased in doing Look back upon the sum of thy past life, good,

Where tyranny, oppression, and injustice, Though the ungrateful subjects of their favours Perjury, murders, swell the black account; Are barren in return : thy stubborn pride, Where lost Arpasia's wrongs stand bleeding fresh, 'That

spurns the gentle office of humanity, Thy last recorded crime. But Ileaven has found Shall in my honour own, and thy despite,

thec; I have done as I ought. Virtue still does At length the tardy vengeance has o'erta'en thee, With scorn the mercenary world regard, My weary soul shall bear a little longer Where abject souls do good, and hope reward : The pain of life, to call for justice on thee : Above the worthless trophies men can raise, That once complete, sink to the peaceful grave, She seeks not honours, wealth, nor airy praise, And lose the memory of my wrongs and thee. But with herself, herself the goddess pays.

Baj. Thou railest! I thank thee for it-Be (Ercunt Tamerlune, Aralla, Prince of Ta- perverse,

nuis, Mirvan, Zama, and Attendants. And muster all the woman in thy soul : Baj. Come, lead me to my dungeon! plunge Goad ine with curses, be a very wife, me down,

That I may fling off this tame love, and hate thee. Deep from the hated sight of man and day, Where, under covert of the friendly darkness,

Enter MONESES. (Bajazet starting. My soul may brood, at leisure, o'er its anguish! IIa! Koep thy temper, heart! nor take alarm

Om. Our royal master would, with noble usage, At a slave's presence !
Make your misfortunes light : he bids you hope- Mon. It is Arpasia !-Leave me, thou cold
Baj. I tell thee, slave, I have shook hands fear!
with hope,

Sweet as the rosy morn she breaks upon me, And all my thoughts are ragc, despair, and horror! And sorrow, like the night's unwholesome shade, Ha ! wherefore am I thus ?—Perdition seize me! Gives way before the golden dawn she brings. But my cold blood runs shivering to my heart, Baj. (Advancing towards him.) Ha! ChrisAs at some phantom, that in dead of night,

tian! Is it well that we meet thus?
With dreadful action, stalks around our beds. Is this thy faith!
The rage and fiercer passions of my breast Mon. Why does thy frowning brow
Are lost in new confusion.-

Put on this form of fury? Is it strange

We should meet here, companions in misfortune, Enter HALY.

The captives in one common chance of war? Arpasia !-Ilaly !

Nor shouldst thou wonder that my sword has Ha. Oh, emperor! for whose hard fate our failed prophet,

Before the fortune of victorious Tamerlane,

When thou, with nations like the sanded shore, For while I sigh upon thy panting bosom,
With half the warring world upon thy side, The sad remeinbrance of past woes is lost.
Couldst not stand up against his dreadful battle, Arp. Forbear to sooth thy soul with flattering
That crushed thee with its shock. Thy men can thoughts,

Of evils overpast, and joys to come:
Those cowards that forsook me in the combat, Our woes are like the genuine shade beneath,
My sword was not inactive.

Where tate cuts off the very hopes of day, Baj. No, it is false;

And everlasting night and horror reign. Where is my daughter, thou vile Greek? Thou Mon. By all the tenderness and chaste endearhast

ments Betrayed her to the Tartar; or, even worse, Of our past love, I charge thee, my Arpasia, Pale with thy fear, didst lose her like a coward; To ease my soul of doubts! Give me to know, And, like a coward now, would cast the blame At


the utmost malice of my fate ! On fortune and ill stars.

Arp. Take then thy wretched share in all I Mon. Ha! saidst thou like a coward ?

suffer, What sanctity, what majesty divine

Still partner of my heart ! Scarce hadst thou left Hast thou put on, to guard thee from my rage, The sultan's camp, when the imperious tyrant, That thus thou darest to wrong me?

Softening the pride and fierceness of his temper, Baj. Out, thou slave,

With gentle speech, made offer of his love. And know me for thy lord

Amazed, as at the thought of sudden death, Mon. I tell thee, tyrant,

I started into tears, and often urged When in the pride of power thou sat'st on high, (Though still in vain) the difference of our faiths. When like an idol thou wert vainly worshipped, At last, as flying to the utmost refuge, By prostrate wretches, born with slavish souls: With lifted hands and streaming eyes, I owned Even when thou wert a king, thou wert no more, The fraud; which when we first were made his Nor greater than Moneses; born of a race

prisoners, Royal, and great as thine. What art thou now, Conscious of my unhappy form, and fearing then?

For thy dear lite, I forced thee to put on The fate of war has set thee with the lowest; Thy borrowed name of brother, mine of sister; And captives (like the subjects of the grave), Hiding beneath that veil the nearer tie Losing distinction, serve one common lord. Our mutual vows had made before the priest. Baj. Braved by this dog! Now give a loose to Kindling to raye at hearing of my story, rage,

“ Then, be it so,' he cried: • Thinkest thou thy And curse thyself! curse thy false cheating pro- vows, phet!

Given to a slave, shall bar me from thy beauties?' Ha! yet there is some revenge. Ilear me, thou Then bade the priest pronounce the marriageChristian !

rites, Thou leftst that sister with me: Thou impostor! Which he performed; whilst, shrieking with desThou boaster of thy honesty! Thou liar !

pair, But take her to thee back.

I called, in vain, the powers of Heaven to aid me. Now to explore my prison—if it holds

Mon. Villain! Imperial villain! Oh, the coward! Another plague like this, the restless damned Awed by his guilt, though backed by force and (If muftis lie not) wander thus in hell;

power, From scorching flames to chilling frosts they run, He durst not, to my face, avow his purpose; Then from their frosts to fires return again, But, in my absence, like a lurking thief, And only prove variety of pain.

Stole on my treasure, and at once undid me. [Ereunt Bajazet and Haly. Arp. Had they not kept me from the means Arp. Stay, Bajazet, I charge thee by my of death, wrongs!

Forgetting all the rules of Christian suffering, Stay and unfold a tale of so much horror I had done a desperate murder on my soul, As only fits thy telling. Oh, Moneses !

Ere the rude slaves, that waited on his will, Mon. Why dost thou weep? Why this tem- Had forced me to his pestuous passion,

Mon. Stop thee there, Arpasia, That stops thy faultering tongue short on my And bar my fancy from the guilty scene! name?

Let not thought enter, lest the busy mind Oh, speak! unveil this mystery of sorrow, Should master such a train of monstrous images, And draw the dismal scene at once to sight! As would distract me. Oh! I cannot bear it. Arp. Thou art undone, lost, ruined, and un- Thou lovely hoard of sweets, where all my joys done!

Were treasured up, to have thee rifled thus! Mon. I will not think it is so, while I have Thus torn untasted from my eager wishes! thee;

But I will have thee from him. Tamerlane While thus it is given to hold thee in my arms; ( The sovereign judge of equity on earth)

our lot!

Shall do, me justice on this mighty robber, Those distant beauties of the future state.
And render back thy beauties to Moneses. Tell me, Arpasia--say, what joys are those
Arp. And who shall render back my peace, my That wait to crown the wretch who suffers here?

Oh! tell me, and sustain my failing faith. . The spotless whiteness of my virgin soul?

Arp. Imagine somewhat exquisitely fine,
Ah! no, Moneses--Think not I will ever Which fancy cannot paint, which the pleased
Bring a polluted love to thy chaste arms :

I am the tyrant's wife. Oh, fatal title ! Can barely know, unable to describe it;
And, in the sight of all the saints, have sworn, Imagine it is a tract of endless joys,
By honour, womanhood, and blushing shame, Without satiety or interruption;
To know no second bride-bed but my grave,

Imagine it is to meet, and part no more.
Mon. I swear it must not be, since still my Mon. Grant, gentle Heaven, that such may be

eye Finds thee as heavenly white, as angel pure, Let us be blest together. Oh, my soul! As in the earliest hours of life thou wert: Build on that hope, and let it arm thy courage, Nor art thou his, but mine; thy first vow is To struggle with the storm that parts us now. mine,

Arp. Yes, my Moneses ! now the surges rise, Thy soul is mine.

The swelling sea breaks in between our barks, Arp. 0! think not, that the power

And drives us to our fate on different rocks. Of most persuasive eloquence can make me Farewell! My soul lives with thee. Forget I have been another's, been his wife. Mlon. Death is parting, Now, by my blushes, by the strong confusion It is the last sad adieu 'twixt soul and body. And anguish of my heart, spare me, Moneses, But this is somewhat worse---my joy, my comNor urge my trembling virtue to the precipice.

fort, Shortly, oh! very shortly, if my sorrows All that was left in life, fleets after thee; Divine aright, and Heaven be gracious to me, My aching sight hangs on thy parting beauties, Death shall dissolve the fatal obligation,

Thy lovely eyes, all drowned in floods of sorrow. And give me up to peace, to that blest place, So sinks the setting sun beneath the waves, Where the good rest from care and anxious life. And leaves the traveller, in pathless woods, Mon. Oh, teach me, thou fair saint, like thee Benighted and forlorn—Thus, with sad eyes, to suffer!

Westward he turns, to mark the light's decay, Teach me, with hardy piety, to combat Till, having lost the last faint glimpse of day, The present ills: instruct my eyes to pass

Cheerless, in darkness, he pursues his way. The narrow bounds of life, this land of sorrow, [E.reunt Moneses and Arpasia, severally. And, with bold hopes, to view the realms beyond,


SCENE I.The inside of the Royal Tent. Not voices, instruments, not warbling birds,

Not winds, not murmuring waters joined in.conEnter AXALLA, SELIMA, and Women Attendants.

cert, Ar. Can there be aught in love beyond this Not tuneful nature, not the according spheres, proof,

Utter such harmony, as when my Selima, This wondrous proof, I give thee of my faith? With down-cast looks and blushes, said! To tear thee from my bleeding bosom thus !

love. To rend the strings of life, to set thee free, Sel. And yet thou say’st, I am a niggard to And yield thee to a cruel father's power!

thee! Foe to my hopes! What canst thou pay me I swear the balance shall be held between us, back,

And love be judge, if, after all the tenderness, What but thyself, thou angel ! for this fondness? Tears and confusion of my virgin soul,

Sel. Thou dost upbraid me, beggar as I am, Thou shouldst complain of aught, unjust Axalla! And urge me with my poverty of love.

Ar. Why was I ever blest !--Why is remeinPerhaps thou think'st, 'tis nothing for a maid

brance To struggle through the niceness of her sex, Rich with a thousand pleasing images The blushes and the fears, and own she loves. Of past enjoyments, since 'tis but plague to me? Thou think’st 'tis nothing for my artless heart When thou art mine no more, what will it ease me To own my weakness, and confess thy triumph. To think of all the golden minutes past, Ar. Oh! yes I own it; my charmed ears ne'er To think that thou wert kind, and I was happy? knew

But like an angel fallen from bliss, to curse A sound of so much rapture, so much joy. My present state, and mourn the heaven I've lost.


Sel. Hope better for us both ; nor let thy Sel. My lord ! my royal father! fears,

Baj. Ha! what art thou? Like an unlucky omen, cross my way.

What heavenly innocence! that in a form My father, rough and stormy in his nature, So known, so loved, hast left thy paradise, To me was always gentle, and, with fondness For joyless prison, for this place of woe! Paternal, ever met me with a blessing.

Art thou my Selima? Oft, when offence had stirred him to such fury, Sel. Have you forgot me? That not grave counsellors, for wisdom famed, Alas, my piety is then in vain ! Nor hardy captains, that had fought his battles, Your Selima, your daughter whom you loved, Presumed to speak, but struck with awful dread, The fondling once of her dear father's arnis, Were hushed as death; yet has he smiled on me, Is come to claim her share in his misfortunes ; Kissed me, and bade me utter all my purpose,

To wait and tend him with obsequious duty; Till, with my idle prattle, I had soothed him, To sit, and weep for every care he feels; And won him from his anger.

To help to wear the tedious minutes out, Ar. Oh! I know

To soften bondage, and the loss of empire. Thou hast a tongue to charm the wildest tem- Baj. Now, by our prophet, if my wounded mind pers.

Could know a thought of peace, it would be now! Herds would forget to graze, and savage beasts Even from thy prating infancy thou wert Stand still and lose their fierceness, but to hear My joy, my little angel; smiling comfort thee,

Came with thee, still to glad me. Now I'm As if they had reflection, and by reason

cursed Forsook á less enjoyment for a greater.

Even in thee too. Reproach and infamy But, oh! when I revolve each circumstance, Attend the Christian dog, to whom thou wert My Christian faith, my service closely bound

trusted! Tó Tamerlane, my master, and my friend, To see thee here—'twere better see thee dead ! Tell me, my charmer, if my fears are vain? Ar. Thus Tamerlane, to royal Bajazet, Think what remains for me, if the fierce sultan With kingly greeting sends; since with the brave Should dooin thy beauties to another's bed! (The bloody business of the fight once ended) Sel. 'Tis a sad thought: but to appease thy Stern hate and opposition ought to cease; doubts,

Thy queen already to thy arms restored, Here, in the awful sight of Heaven, I vow Receive this second gift, thy beauteous daughter; No power shall e'er divide me from thy love, And if there be aoght farther in thy wish, Even duty shall not force me to be false. Demand with honour, and obtain it freely. My cruel stars may tear thee from my arms, Baj. Bear back thy fulsome greeting to thy But never from my heart; and when the maids

master; Shall yearly come with garlands of fresh flowers, Tell him, I'll none of it. Had he been a god, To mourn with pious ottice o'er my grave, All his omnipotence could not restore They shall sit sadly down, and weeping tell My fame diininished, loss of sacred honour, How well I loved, how much I suffered for thee: The radiancy of majesty eclipsed : And while they grieve my fate, shall praise my For aught besides, it is not worth my care; constancy.

The giver and his gifts are both beneath me. Ar. But see, the sultan comes !

-My beat- Ar. Enough of war the wounded earth has ing heart

known ; Bounds with exulting motion; hope and fear Weary at length, and wasted with destruction, Fight with alternate conquest in my breast. Sadly she rears her ruined head, to shew Oh! can I give her from me ? Yield her up? Her cities humbled, and her countries spoiled, Now mourn, thou god of love, since honour And to her mighty masters sues for peace. trinmphs,

Oh, sultan ! by the Power divine I swear, And crowns his cruel altars with thy spoils. With joy I would resign the savage trophies

In blood and battle gained, could I atone

The fatal breach 'twixt thee and Tamerlane ; Baj. To have a nauseous courtesy forced on And think a soldier's glory well bestowed me,

To buy mankind a peace. Spite of my will, by an insulting foe!

Baj. And what art thou, lla! they would break the fierceness of my tem- | That dost presume to mediate 'twixt the rage per,

Of angry kings?
And make me supple for their slavish purpose. Ar. A prince, born of the noblest,
Curse on their fawning arts! From Heaven it- And of a soul that answers to that birth,

That dares not but do well. Thou dost put on I would not, on such terms, receive a benefit, A forced forgetfulness, thus not to know me, But spurn it back upon the giver's hand. A guest so lately to thy court, then meeting

[Selima coines forward, and kneels to Bajazet. On gentler terms.t'ol, I.







Sel. Could aught efface the merit

Urged me, with large ambition, to demand Of brave Axalla's name, yet when your daughter Crowns and dominions from his bounteous power : Shall tell how well, how nobly she was used, "Tis true, I wayed the proffer, and have held it How light this gallant prince made all her bond- The worther choice to wait upon his virtues, age,

To be the friend and partner of his wars,
Most sure the royal Bajazet will own

Than to be Asia's lord. Nor wonder then,
That honour stands indebted to such goodness, If, in the confidence of such a friendship,
Nor can a monarch's friendship more than pay it. I promise boldly for the royal giver,
Baj. Ha ! know'st thou that, fond girl!--Go Thy crown and empire.
-'tis not well,

Baj. For our daughter thus
And when thou couldst descend to take a benefit Meanest thou to barter? Ha! I tell thee, Chris
From a vile Christian, and thy father's foe,

tian, Thou didst an act dishonest to thy race: There is but one, one dowry thou canst give, Henceforth, unless thou mean'st to cancel all And I can ask, worthy iny daughter's love. My share in thee, and write thyself a bastard, Ax. Oh! name the mighty ransom; task my Die, starve, know any evil, any pain,

power; Rather than taste a mercy from these dogs. Let there be danger, difficulty, death, Sel. Alas! Axalla!

To enhance the price. Ar. Weep not, lovely maid !

Baj. I take thee at thy word.
I swear, one pearly drop from those fair eyes Bring me the Tartar's head.
Would over-pay the service of my life!

Ar. Ha!
One sigh from thee has made a large amends Baj. Tamerlane's!
For all thy angry father's frowns and fierceness. That death, that deadly poison, to my glory.
Baj. Osn, my curst fortune !-Am I fallen thus Ar. Prodigious ! Horrid !

Sel. Lost! for ever lost!
Dishonoured to my face! Thou earth-born thing! Baj. And couldst thou hope to bribe me with
Thou clod! how hast thou dared to lift thy eyes

aught else? Up to the sacred race of mighty Ottoman, With a vile peace, patched up on slavish terms ? Whom kings, whom even our prophet's holy off- With tributary kingship? No!—To merit spring

A recompence from me, sate my revenge.
At distance have beheld? And what art thou ? The Tartar is my bane, I cannot bear him :
What glorious titles blazon out thy birth? One heaven and earth can never hold us both;
Thou vile obscurity! ha!--say—thou base one. Still shall we hate, and with defiance deadly

Ar. Thus challenged, virtue, modest as she is, Keep rage alive, till one be lost for ever;
Stands up to do herself a common justice; As it two suns should meet in the meridian,
To answer, and assert that inborn merit, And strive, in fiery combat, for the passage.
That worth, which conscious to herself she feels. Weep'st thou, fond girl? Now, as thy king, and
Were honour to be scanned by long descent,

father, From ancestors illustrious, I could vaunt I charge thee, drive this slave from thy rememA lineage of the greatest, and recount,

brance ! Among my fathers, names of ancient story, Hate shall be pious in thee. Come, and join lieroes and god-like patriots, who subdued

[ Laying hold on her hand. The world by armıs and virtue, and, being Romans, To curse thy father's foes. Scorned to be kings; but that be their own praise: Sel. Undone for ever! Nor will I borrow merit from the dead,

Now, tyrant duty, art thou yet obeyed ? Myself an undeserver. I could prove

There is no more to give thee. Oh, Axalla! My friendship such, as thou mightest deign to

[Bajazet leads out Selima, she looking accept

back on Aralla. With honour, when it comes with friendly office, Ar. 'Twas what I feared; fool that I was to To render back thy crown, and former greatness; obey ! And yet even this, eren all is poor, when Selima, The coward, Love, that could not bear her frown, With matchless worth, weighs down the adverse Has wrought his own undoing. Perhaps e'en now scale.

The tyrant's rage prevails upon her fears : Baj. To give me back what yesterday took Fiercely he storms: she weeps, and sighs, and

trembles, Would be to give like Heaven, when having finish- But swears at length to think on me no more. ed

He bade me take her. But, oh, gracious honour ! This world (the goodly work of his creation), Upon what terms? My soul yet shudders at it, He bid his favourite man be lord of all.

And stands but half recovered of her fright. But this

The head of Tamerlane! monstrous impiety! Ar. Nor is this gift beyond my power. Bleed, bleed to death, my heart, be virtue's mar Oft has the mighty master of my arms


from me,

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