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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 arms,
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 iny 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 confort thee,

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

cursed Forsook a 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! To Tamerlane, my master, and my friend, To see thee here—'twere better see thee dead ! Tell me, my charmer, if my fears are vain? A.r. Thus Tamerlane, to royal Bajazet, Think what remains for me, if the tierce sultan With kingly greeting sends; since with the brave Should doom 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 diminished, 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 iny 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. triumphs,

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, Ila! 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 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.Vol. 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 waved 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 my 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. Oh, my curst fortune !-Am I fallen thus Ar. Prodigious! Horrid ! low!

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 bebeld? 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 if two suns should meet in the meridian, To answer, and assert that inboro 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 Ileroes and god-like patriots, who subdued

[ Laying hold on her hand, The world by arnıs 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 terins? My soul yet shudders at it, le 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,


Our great


Oh, emperor ! I own I ought to give thee Thou takest into thy bosom, to thy councils ! Some nobler mark, than dying, of my faith. They are thy only friends. The true believers Then let the pains I feel my friendship prove;

Mourn to behold thee favoar this Axalla. 'Tis easier far to die, than cease to love.

Tam. I fear me, thou outgoest the prophet's [Erit Aralla. order,

And bringést his venerable name to shelter
SCENE II.--Tamerlane's Camp. A rudeness, ill-becoming thee to use,

Or me to suffer. When thou namest my friend, Enter severally Moneses, and Prince of

Thou namest a man beyond a monk's discerning, TANAIS.

Virtuous and great, a warrior and a prince. Mon. If I not press untimely on his leisure, Der. He is a Christian; there our law conYou would much bind a stranger to your service, demns him, To give me means of audience from the emperor. Although he were even all thou speakest, and Pr. Most willingly; though, for the present moment,

Tam. 'Tis false; no law divine condemns the We must intreat your stay; he holds him private. virtuous, Mon. His counsel, I presume ?

For differing from the rules your schools devise. Pr. No, the affair

Look round, how Providence bestows alike Is not of earth, but heaven-A holy man, Sunshine and rain, to bless the fruitful year, (One whom our prophet's law calls such) a der- On different nations, all of different faiths; vise,

And (though by several- names and titles worKeeps him in conference.

shipped) Mon. Hours of religion,

Heaven takes the various tribute of their praise; Especially of princes, claim a reverence, Since all agree to own, at least to mean, Nor will be interrupted.

One best, one greatest, only Lord of all. Pr. What his business

Thus, when he viewed the many forms of nature, Imports, we know not; but, with earnest suit, He found that all was good, and blest the fair vaThis morn, he begged admittance.


Der. Most impious and profane!-Nay, frown (Than whom none bows more lowly to high Ilea- not, prince! ven)

Full of the prophet, I despise the danger In reverend regard holds all that bear

Thy angry power may threaten. I command thce Relation to religion, and, on notice

To hear, and to obey; since thus says Mahomet: Of his request, received him on the instant. Why have I made thee dreadful to the nations? Mon. We will attend his pleasure. [Ereunt. Why have I given thee conquest, but to spread

My sacred law even to the utmost earth,
Enter TAMÈRLANE and a Dervise.

And make my holy Mecca the world's worship? Tam. Thou bring'st me thy credentials from Go on, and wheresoe'er thy arms shall prosper, the highest,

Plant there the prophet's name; with sword and From Alla, and our prophet. Speak thy message ;

fire It must import the best and noblest ends. Drive out all other faiths, and let the world Der. Thus speaks our holy Mahomet, who has Confess him only. given thee

Tam. Had he but commanded To reign and conquer : ill dost thou

repay My sword to conquer all, to make the world The bounties of his hand, unmindful of

Know but one lord, the task were not so hard ; The fountain whence thy streams of greatness 'Twere but to do what has been done already; flow.

And Philip's son, and Cæsar, did as niuch; Thou hast forgot high Heaven, hast beaten down But to subdue the unconquerable mind, And trampled on religion's sanctity,

To make one reason have the same effect Tam. Now, as I am a soldier and a king Upon all apprehensions; to force this (The greatest names of honour), do but make Or this man, just to think as thou and I do; Thy imputation out, and Tamerlane

Impossible! Unless souls were alike Shall do thee ample justice on himself.

In all, which differ now like human faces. So much the sacred name of Heaven awes me, Der. Well might the holy cause he carried on, Could I suspect my soul of harbouring aught If Musselmen did not make war on Musselmen. To its dishonour, I would search it strictly, Why holdest thou captive a believing monarch? And drive the offending thought with fury forth. Now, as thou hopest to 'scape the prophet's Der. Yes, thou hast hurt our holy prophet's curse, honour,

Release the royal Bajazet, and join, By fostering the pernicious Christian sect : With force united, to destroy the Christians. Those, whom his sword parsued, with fell de- Tam. 'Tis well I've found the cause that straction,

moves thy rçal.

What shallow politician set thee on,

(The last support and refuge that is left me) In hopes to fright me this way to compliance? Shall raise me from the ground, and bid me live! Der. Our prophet only

Tam. Rise, prince, nor let me reckon up thy Tan. No--thou dost belie him,

worth, Tlou maker of new faiths! that darest to build And tell how boldly that might bid thee ask, Thy fond inventions on religion's name.

Lest I should make a merit of my justice, Religion's lustre is, by native innocence, The common debt I owe to thee, to all, Divinely pure, and simple from all arts; Even to the meanest of mankind, the charter You daub and dress her like a common mistress, By which I claim my crown, and Heaven's proThe harlot of your fancies; and, by adding

tection. False beauties, which she wants not, make the Speak, then, as to a king, the sacred name world

Where power is lodged, for righteous ends alone, Suspect her angel's face is foul beneath,

Mon. One only joy, one blessing, my fond heart And would not bear all lights. Hence! I have Had fixed its wishes on, and that is lost; found thee.

That sister, for whose safety my sad soul Der. I have but one resort. Now aid me, Endured a thousand fears prophet!

(Aside. Tam. I well remember, Yet I have somewhat further to unfold;

When, ere the battle joined, I saw thee first, Our prophet speaks to thee in thunder-thus-- With grief uncommon to a brother's love,

[The Dervise draws a concealed dagger, Thou told'st a moving tale of her misfortunes, and offers to stab Tamerlane.

Such as bespoke my pity. Is there aught Țam. No, villain, Heaven is watchful o'er its Thou canst demand froin friendship? Ask, and worshippers,

have it. (Wresting the dagger from him. Mon. First, oh! let me entreat your royal And blasts the murderer's purpose. Think, thou goodness, wretch !

Forgive the folly of a lover's caution, Think on the pains that wait thy crime, and That forged a tale of folly to deceive you. tremble

Said I, she was my sister?-Oh! 'tis false; When I shall doom thee

She holds a dearer interest in my soul, Der. 'Tis but death at last;

Such as the closest ties of blood ne'er knew; And I will suffer greatly for the cause,

An interest, such as power, wealth, and honour, That urged me first to the bold deed.

Cannot buy, but love, love only, can bestow ; Tam. Oh, impious !

She was the mistress of my vows, my bride, Enthusiasm thus makes villains martyrs.

By contract mine; and long ere this the priest (Pausing.] It shall be somTo die ! "twere a re- Had tied the knot for ever, had not Bajazetward

Tam. Ha! Bajazet! If yet his power

withholds Now, learn the difference 'twixt thy faith and The cause of all thy sorrows, all thy fears, mine:

E’en gratitude for once shall gain upon him, Thine bids thee lift thy dagger to my throat; Spite of his savage temper, to restore her. Mine can forgive the wrong, and bid thee live. This morn a soldier brought a captive beauty, Keep thy own wicked secret, and be safe ! Sad, though she seemed, yet of a forin most rare, If thou repentest, I have gained one to virtue, By much the noblest spoil of all the field; And am, in that, rewarded for my mercy; E'en Scipio, or a victor yet more cold, If thou continuest still to be the same,

Might have forgot his virtue at her sight. 'Tis punishment enough to be a villain.

Struck with a pleasing wonder, I beheld her, Hence! from my sight-It shocks my soul to Till, by a slave that waited near her person, think,

I learned she was the captive sultan's wife : That there is such a monster in my kind. Straight I forbid my eyes the dangerous joy

[Exit Dervise. Of gazing long, and sent her her lord. Whither will man's impiety extend?

Mon. There was Moneses lost! Too sure my Oh, gracious Heaven! dost thou withhold thy heart thunder,

(From the first mention of her wondrous charms) When bold assassins take thy name upon them, Presaged it could be only my Arpasia. And swear they are the champions of thy cause? Tam. Arpasia ! didst thou say?

Mon. Yes, my Arpasia.

Tam. Sure I mistake, or fajn I would mistake
Mon. Oh, emperor! before whose awful throne
The afflicted never kneel in vain for justice; I named the queen of Bajazet, his wife.

[Kneeling to Tam. Mon. His queen! his wife! he brings that hoIndone, and ruined, blasted in my hopes,

ly title, Here let me fall before your sacred feet, To varnish o'er the monstrous wrongs he has done And groan out my misfortunes, till your pity

thee :


Tam. Alas! I fear me, prince, thy griefs are Shall wake my drowsy soul from her dead sleep, just;

Till the last trump do summon. Thou art, indeed, unhappy

Tam. Let thy virtue Mon. Can you pity me,

Stand up and answer to these warring passions, And not redress? Oh, royal Tamerlane ! That vex thy manly temper. From the moment

[Kneeling. When first I saw thee, something wondrous noble Thou succour of the wretched, reach thy mercy Shone through thy form, and won my friendship To save me from the grave, and from oblivion!

for thee, Be gracious to the hopes that wait my youth.

Without the tedious form of long acquaintance; Oh ! let not sorrow blast me, lest I wither, Nor will I lose thee poorly for a woman. And fall in vile dishonour! Let thy justice Come, droop no more! thou shalt with me pursue Restore me my Arpasia; give her back, True greatness, till we rise to immortality. Back to my wishes, to my transports give her, Thou shalt forget these lesser cares, Moneses; To my fond, restless, bleeding, dying bosom! Thou shalt, and help me to reform the world. Oh! give her to me yet while I have life

Mon. So the good genius warns his mortal To bless thee for the bounty! Oh, Arpasia !

charge Tam. Unhappy, royal youth, why dost thou ask To fly the evil fate that still pursues him, What honour must deny? Ha! is she not Till it have wroaght his ruin. Sacred TamerHis wife, whom he has wedded, whom enjoyed ? lane, And wouldst thou have my partial friendship Thy words are as the breath of angels to me. break

But, oh! too deep the wounding grief is fixt, That holy knot, which, tied once, all mankind For any hand to heal. Agree to hold sacred and undissolveable ?

Tam. This dull despair The brutal violence would stain my justice, Is the soul's laziness. Rouse to the combat, And brand me with a tyrant's hated name And thou art sure to conquer. War shall reTo late posterity.

store thee; Mon. Are then the vows,

The sound of arms shall wake thy martial ardour, The holy vows we registered in heaven,

And cure this amorous sickness of thy soul, But common air?

Begun by sloth, and nursed by too much ease. Tum. Could thy fond love forget

The idle god of love supinely dreams, The violation of a first enjoyment?

Amidst inglorious shades and purling streams ; But sorrow has disturbed and hurt thy mind. In rosy fetters and fantastic chains, Mon. Perhaps it has, and, like an idle mad- He binds deluded maids and simple swains ; man,

With soft enjoyments wooes them to forget That wanders with a train of hooting boys, The hardy toils and labours of the great. I do a thousand things to shame my reason. But, if the warlike trumpet's loud alarms Then let me fly, and bear my follies with me, To virtuous acts excite, and manly arms, Far, far from the world's sight. Honour and The coward boy avows bis abject fear, fame,

On silken wings sublime he cuts the air, Arms, and the glorious war shall be forgotten; Scared at the noble noise and thunder of the No noble sound of greatness, or ambition,




SCENE I.-Bajazet's Tent.

Der. Just entering here, I met the Tartar ge

neral, Enter Haly, and the Dervise.

Fierce Omar. Haly. To 'scape with life from an attempt like Ha. He commands, if I mistake not, this,

This quarter of the army, and our guards. Demands my wonder justly.

Der. The same. By his stern aspect, and the Der. True, it may;

fires But 'tis a principle of his new faith;

That kindled in his eyes, I guessed the tumult 'Tis what his Christian favourites have inspired, Some wrong had raised in his tempestuous soul; Who fondly make a merit of forgiveness, A friendship of old date had given me privilege And give their foes a second opportunity, To ask of his concerns. In short, I learned, If the first blow should miss. Failing to serve That, burning for the sultan's beauteous daughter, The sultan to my wish, and even despairing He had begged her, as a captive of the war, Of further means to effect his liberty,

From Tamerlane; but meeting with denial A lucky accident retrieved iny hopes.

Of what he thought his services might claim, Ha. The prophet and our master will reward Loudly he storms, and curses the Italian, Thy zeal in their behalf; but speak thy purpose. As cause of this affront. I joined his rage,

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