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And added to his injuries, the wrongs
The nymph whose hand, by fraud or force, Our prophet daily meets with from Axalla.
Some tyrant has possessed,
In her own choice is blessed.
The sadly weeping fair
Conjures thee, not to lose in day
The object of her care. Dishonour blast my name! Was it for this
To grasp whose pleasing forn she sought, That I directed his first steps to greatness,
That motion chased her sleep; Taught him to climb, and made him what he is? Thus by ourselves are oft'nest wrought When our great Cham first bent his eyes towards The griefs, for which we weep.
him, (Then petty prince of Parthia) and, by me Arp. Oh, death! thou gentle end of human Persuaded, raised him to his daughter's bed,
sorrows, Called him his son, and successor of the empire; Still must my weary eye-lids vainly wake Was it for this, that like a rock I stood,
In tedious expectation of thy peace? And stemmed a torrent of our Tartar lords, Why stand thy thousand thousand doors still Who scorned his upstart sway? When Calibes,
open, In bold rebellion, drew e'en half the provinces To take the wretched in, if stern religion To own his cause, I, like his better angel, Guard every passage, and forbid my entrance ? Stood by his shaking throne, and fixed it fast : Lucrece could bleed, and Portia swallow fire, And am I now so lost to his remembrance, When urged with griefs beyond a mortal sufferThat, when I ask a captive, he shall tell me,
ance ; She is Axalla's right, his Christian minion? But here it must not be. Think then, Arpasia,
Der. Allow me, valiant Omar, to demand, Think on the sacred dictates of thy faith, Since injured thus, why right you not yourself?
And let that arm thy virtue to perform The prize you ask is in your power.
What Cato's daughter durst not !-Live, ArOm. It is,
pasia, And I will seizeit in despite of Tamerlane,
And dare to be unhappy.
arms, Nobler than Omar. From a father's hand And adds even beauty to adorn his conquest, Receive that daughter, which ungrateful Tamer- Yet she ordains the fair should know no fears, lane
No sorrows to pollute their lovely eyes, Has to your worth denied.
But should be used even nobly, as herself, Om. Now, by my arms,
The queen and goddess of the warrior's vows. It will be great revenge. What will your sultan Such welcome as a camp can give, fair sultaness, Give to the man that shall restore bis liberty, We hope you have received; it shall be larger, His crown, and give him power to wreak his ha- | And better as it may. tred
Arp. Since I have borne Upon his greatest foe?
That miserable mark of fatal
greatness, Ha. All he can ask,
I have forgot all difference of conditions ; And far beyond his wish.
[Trumpets. Sceptres and fetters are grown equal to me, Om. These trumpets speak
And the best change my fate can bring is death. The emperor's approach; he comes once more Tam. When sorrow dwells in such an angel To offer terms of peace. Retire within.
form, I will know farther-he grows deadly to me; Well may we guess that those above are mourile And curse me, prophet, if I not repay
Suffers some wondrous violation here,
To make the saints look sad. Oh! teach my
power Draus, und discovers ARPAsia lying on a couch. To cure those ills which you unjustly suffer, SONG.
Lest Heaven should wrest it from my idle hand,
If I look on, and see you weep in vain. To thee, O gentle Sleep, alone
Arp. Not that my soul disdains the generous Is owing all our peace,
aid By thee our joys are heightened shoun, Thy royal goodness proffers; but, oh, emperor ! By thee our sorrows cease.
It is not in my fate to be made happy;
Nor will I listen to the cozener, Hope,
Tam. If I could have wronged thee, But stand resolved to bear the beating storm If conscious virtue, and all-judging Heaven, That roars around me; safe in this alone, Stood not between to bar ungoverned appetite, That I am not immortal. Though 'tis hard, What hindered, but in spite of thee, my captive, *Tis wondrous hard, when I remember thee, I might have used a victor's boundless power, Dear native Greece! and you, ye weeping And sated every wish my soul could form? maids,
But to secure thy fears, know, Bajazet, That were conipanions of my virgin youth! This is annong the things I dare not do. My noble parents! Oh, the grief of heart, Baj. By.hell, it is false! else wherefore art The pangs, that, for unhappy me, bring down
thou present? Their reverend ages to the grave with sorrow. What cam'st thou for, but to undo my honour? And yet there is a woe surpassing all:
I found thee holding amorous parly with her,
And bargaining for pleasures yet to come :
Tam. Yet ere thou rashly urge my rage too far,
The fiery seeds of wrath are in my temper, But know, (though to the weakness of my sex And may be blown up to so fierce a blaze, I yield these tears) my soul is more than man. As wisdom cannot rule. Know, thou hast touchThink, I am born a Greek, nor doubt my virtue;
ed me A Greek! from whose famed ancestors of old Even in the nicest, tenderest part, my honour; Rome drew the patterns of her boasted heroes. My honour; which, like power, disdains being They must be mighty evils that can vanquish
questioned; A Spartan courage, and a Christian faith. Thy breath has blasted my fair virtue's farne,
And marked me for a villain, and a tyrant.
Arp. And stand I here an idle looker-on, Baj. To know no thought of rest! to have the To see my innocence murdered and mangléd mind
By barbarous hands, nor can revenge the wrong! Still ministering fresh plagues, as in a circle, Art thou a man, and dar'st thou use me thus? Where one dishonour treads upon another;
[To Bujacet. What know the fiends beyond it? Ha! by hell, Hast thou not torn me from my native country,
[Seeing Arp. and Tam. From the dear arins of my lamenting friends, There wanted only this to make me mad. From my soul's peace, and from my injured love? Comes he to triumph here? to rob my love, Hast thou not ruined, blotted me for ever, And violate the last retreat of happiness? And driven me to the brink of black despair?
Tam. But that I read upon thy frowning brow, And is it in thy inalice yet to add That war yet lives, and rages in thy breast, A wound more deep, to sully my white name, Once more (in pity to the suffering world) My virtue ? I meant to offer peace.
Baj. Yes, thou hast thy sex’s virtues, Baj. And meanest thou too
l'heir affectation, pride, ill-nature, noise, To treat it with our empress? and to barter Proneness to change, even from the joy that The spoils, which fortune gave thee, for her fa pleased them : vours?
So gracious is your idol, dear variety, Arp. What would the tyrant ? [Aside. That for another love you would forego
Baj. Seekest thou thus our friendship? An angel's form, to mingle with a devil's; Is this the royal usage thou didst boast? Through every state and rank of men you wander,
Tam. The boiling passion, that disturbs thy soul, Till even your large experience takes in all Spreads clouds around, and makes thy purpose The different nations of the peopled earth. dark
Arp. Why soughtst thou not from thy own imUnriddle what thy mystic fury aims at.
pious tribe Baj. Is it a riddle? Read it there explained; A wife like one of these? For such thy race There, in my shame. Now judge me thou, o (If human nature brings forth such) affords. prophet,
Greece, for chaste virgins famed, and pious maAnd equal Heaven, if this demand not rave!
trons, The peasant-hind, begot and born to slavery, Teems not with inonsters like your Turkish wives, Yet dares assert a husband's sacred right, Whom guardian eunuchs, haggard and deformed, And guards his homely couch from violation : Whoin walls and bars make honest by constraint. And shall a monarch tamely bear the wrop Know, I detest, like hell, the crine thou menWithout complaining?
Not that I fear, or reverence thee, thou tyrant! | By that bright glory thy great soul pursues,
Tam. Fair injured excellence,
prayers, Should meet a fate so wretched, so unequal. As might even bribe the saints to partial justice, Thou, blind and wilful to the good that courts For one to goodness lost; who first undid thee, thee,
(To Bajacet. Who still pursues and aggravates the wrong? With open-handed bounty Heaven pursues thee, Buj. By Alla! no, I will not wear a life And bids thee, (undeserving as thou art, Bought with such vile dishonour. Death shall And monstrous in thy crimes) be happy yet; Whilst thou, in fury, dost avert the blessing, At once from infamy, and thee, thou traitress! And art an evil genius to thyself,
Arp. No matter, though the whistling winds Baj. No–Thou! thou art my greatest curse on earth!
And the rude tempest roars, 'tis idle
rage : Thou, who bast robbed me of my crown and Oh! mark it not; but let thy steady virtue glory,
Be constant to its temper. Save his life, And now pursuest me to the verge of life, And save Arpasia from the sport of talkers. To spoil me of my hono Thou! thou hypo- Think, how the busy, meddling world will toss crite!
Thy mighty name about, in scurril mirth; That wearest a pageant outside shew of virtue, Shall brand thy vengeance, as a foul design, To cover the hot thoughts that glow within ! And make such monstrous legends of our lives, Thou rank adulterer !
As late posterity shall blush in reading. Tam. Oh, that thou wert
Tam. "Oh, inatchless virtue! Yes, I will obey; The lord of all those thousands, that lie breath- | Though laggard in the race, admiring yet, less,
I will pursue the shining path thou tread'st. On yonder field of blood, that I again
Sultan, be safe! Reason resumes her empire, Might hunt thee, in the face of death and dan
[The guards release Bujazet. ger,
And I am cool again.-Ilere break we off, Through the tumultuous battle, and there force Lest farther speech should minister new rage. thee,
Wisely from dangerous passsons I retreat, Vanquished and sinking underneath my arm, To keep a conquest which was hard to get : To own thou hast traduced me like a villain! And, oh! 'tis time I should for flight prepare, Baj. Ha! Does it gall thee, Tartar? By re A war more fatal seems to threaten there, venge,
And all my rebel-blood assists the fair : It joys me much to find thou feel'st my fury. One moment more, and I too late shall find, Yes, I will echo to thee, thou adulterer! That love's the strongest power that lords it o'et Thou dost prophane the name of king and sol
the mind. dier,
(Exit Tamerlane, followed by the guards. And like a ruffian bravo, cam'st with force Baj. To what new shame, what plague am I To violate the holy marriage-bed.
reserved! Tam. Wert thou not sheltered by thy abject Why did my stars refuse me to die warm, state,
While yet my regal state stood unimpeached, The captive of my sword, by my just anger,
Nor knew the curse of having one above me? My breath, like thunder, should confound thy Then too (although by force I grasped the joy) pride,
My love was safe, nor felt the rack of doubt. And doom thee dead, this instant, with a word. Why hast thou forced this nauseous life upon me?. Baj. It is false ! my fate's above thee, and Is it to triumph o'er me?--But I will, thou darest not.
I will be free; I will forget thec all; Tam. Ha! dare not! Thou hast raised my The bitter and the sweet, the joy and pain, ponderous rage,
Death shall expunge at once, and ease my soul. And now it falls, to crush thee at a blow. Prophet, take notice, I disclaim thy Paradise, A guard there! Seize and drag him to his fate ! Thy fragrant bowers, and everlasting shades;
[Enter a guard, they seize Bajazet. Thou hast placed woman there, and all thy joys Tyrant, I will do a double justice on thee;
[Erit Bajazet. At once revenge myself, and all mankind.
Arp. A little longer yet, be strong, my heart; Baj. Well dost thou, ere thy violence and lust A little longer let the busy spirits Invade my bed, thus to begin with murder: Keep on their cheerful round.-It will not be! Drown all thy fears in blood, and sin securely. Love, sorrow, and the sting of vile reproach, Tam. Away!
Succeeding one another in their course, Arp. (Kneeling.] Oh, stay! I charge thee, by Like drops of eating water on the marble, renown;
At length have worn my boasted courage down:
I will indulge the woman in my soul,
Inviting stands, to take the wretched in: And give a loose to tears and to impatience; No wars, no wrongs, no tyrants, no despair, Death is at last my due, and I will have it. Disturb the quiet of a place so fair, And see, the poor Moneses cumes, to take But injured lovers find Elysium there. (Ereunt. One sad adieu, and then we part for ever.
Enter BAJAZET, OMAR, HALY, and the Dervise. Enter Moneses.
Baj. Now, by the glorious tomb that shrines Mon. Already am I onward of my way,
our prophet, Thy tuneful voice comes like a hollow sound By Mecca's sacred temple, here I swear, At distance, to my ears. My eyes grow heavy, Our daughter is thy bride! and to that gift And all the glorious lights of Heaven look dim; Such wealth, such power, such honours will I add, 'Tis the last office they shall ever do me,
That monarchs shall with envy view thy state, To view thee once, and then to close and die. And own thou art a demi-god to them. Arp. Alas! how happy have we been, Mo- Thou hast given me what I wished, power of re
venge, Ye gentle days, that once were ours, what joys And when a king rewards, 'tis ample retribution. Did every cheerful morning bring along !
Om. Twelve Tartar lords, each potent in his No fears, no jealousies, no angry parents,
tribe, That for unequal births, or fortunes frowned; Have sworn to own my cause, and draw their But love, that kindly joined our hearts, to bless thousands, us,
To-morrow, from the ungrateful Parthian's side: Made us a blessing too to all besides.
The day declining seeins to yield to night, Mon. Oh, cast not thy remembrance back, Ere little more than half her course be ended. Arpasia!
In an auspicious hour prepare for flight; 'Tis grief unutterable, 'tis distraction!
The leaders of the troops, through which we pass, But let this last of hours be peaceful sorrow ! Raised by my power, devoted to my service, Here let me kneel, and pay my latest vows. Shall make our passage secret and secure. Be witness, all ye saints, thou Heaven and Na Der. Already, mighty sultan, art thoa safe, ture,
Since, by yon passing torches' light, I guess,
And hail thee as their lord.
Buj. Ha! with our queen and daughter !
Om. They are ours : Oh! let me haste then, yet, ere day declines I marked the slaves, who waited on Axalla ; And the long night prevail, once more to tell | They, when the emperor past out, prest on, thee
And mingled with the crowd, nor missed their What, and how dear, Moneses has been to me.
lord : What has he not been ?--All the names of love, He is your prisoner, sir: I go this moment, Brothers, or fathers, husbands, all are poor : To seize, and bring him to receive his doom. Moneses is myself; in iny fond heart,
[Erit Omur, Even in my vital blood, he lives and reigns: Baj. Haste, Haly, follow, and secure the The last dear object of my parting soul
[Erit Haly. Mon. It is enough! Now to thy rest, my soul ! Der. If my dread lord permit his slave to The world and thou have made an end at once.
speak, Arp. Fain would I still detain thee, hold thee I would advise to spare Axalla's life, still :
Till we are safe beyond the Parthian's power : Nor honour can forbid, that we together Him, as our pledge of safety, may we hold; Should share the few poor minutes that remain. And, could you gain him to assist your flight, I swear, methinks this sad society
It might import you much. Has somewhat pleasing in it.—Death's dark Buj. Thon comsellest well; shades
And though I hate him (for he is a Christian, Seem, as we journey on, to lose their horror ; And to my mortal enemy devoted), At near approach the monsters, formed by fear, Yet, to secure iny liberty and vengeance, Are vanished all, and leave the prospect clear; I wish he now were ours. Amidst the glooiny vale, a pleasing scene,
Dr. And sce, they come! With flowers adorned, and never-facing green,
Fortune repents; again she courts your side, VOL. 1.
And, with this first fair offering of success,
Oh! is it possible my eyes should tell She wooes you to forget her crime of yesterday. So little of the fighting storm within?
Oh! turn thee from me, save me from thy beauEnter OMAR, with Axalla Prisoner, SELIMA
ties! following, weeping.
Falsehood and ruin all look lovely there. Ar. I will not call thee villain; 'tis a name Oh! let my labouring soul yet struggle through Too holy for thy crime: to break thy faith, I will—I would resolve to die, and leave thee. And turn a rebel to so good a master,
Baj. Then let him die !-He trifles with my Is an ingratitude unmatched on earth.
favour. The first revolting angel's pride could only I have too long attended his resolves. Do more than thou hast done. Thou copiest Sel. Oh! stay a minute, yet a minute longer! well,
[To Bajaset. And keepest the black original in view.
A minute is a little space in life.
My revenge has caught And I shall win him to your royal will.
Oh, my Axalla! seem but to consent.-And I will make thee curse that fond presump
[To Ar. aside. tion,
Unkind and cruel, will you then do nothing? That set thee on to rival me in aught.
I find I am not worth thy least of cares. Baj. Christian, I hold thy fate at my disposal ! Ar. Oh! labour not to hang dishonour on me! One only way remains to mercy open;
I could bear sickness, pain and poverty, Be partner of my flight and my revenge, Those mortal evils worse than death, for thee. And thou art sate. Thy other choice is death, But thisIt has the force of fate against us, Om. What means the sultan?
And cannot be. Der. I conjure you, hold
Sel. See, see, sir, he relents! (To Bajazet. Your rival is devoted to destruction :
Already he inclines to own your cause.
[Aside to Omar. A little longer, and he is all yours. Nor would the sultan now defer his fate,
Baj. Then mark how far a father's fondness But for our common safety.—Listen further.
[Whispers. Till midnight I defer the death he merits, Ar. Then briefly thus. Death is the choice I And give him up 'till then to thy persuasion. make;
If by that time he meets my will
, he lives; Since, next to Heaven, my master and my friend If not, thyself shalt own he dies with justice. Has interest in my life, and still shall claim it. Ar. 'Tis but to lengthen life upon the rack.
Baj. Then take thy wish-Call in our mutes! I am resolved already.
Sel. Oh! be still,
More for my love, than for myself, I fear; Oh, call your sentence back, and save Axalla! Neglect mankind awhile, and make him all thy Baj. Rise, Selima ! The slave deserves to die,
[Exeunt Aralla and Selima. Who durst, with sullen pride, refuse my mercy: Baj. Moneses—is that dog secured? Yet, for thy sake, once more I offer life.
Om. He is. Sel. Some angel whisper to my anxious soul, Baj. Tis well-My soul perceives returning What I shall do to save him.—Oh, Axalla!
greatness, Is it so easy to thee to forsake me?
As nature feels the spring. Lightly she bounds, Canst thou resolve, with all this cold indifference, And shakes dishonour, like a burden, from her; Never to see me more? To leave me here Once more imperial, awful, and herself. The miserable mourner of thy fate,
So, when of old, Jove from the Titans fled, Condemned to waste my widowed virgin youth, Ammon's rude front his radiant face belied, My tedious days and nights, in lonely weeping, And all the majesty of Heaven lay hid. And never know the voice of comfort more? At length, by fate, to power divine restored, Ar. Search not too deep the sorrows of my His thunder taught the world to know its Lord, breast :
The God grew terrible again, and was again Thou say’st I am indifferent and cold;