And one light lapse, throughout thy course of virtue, Shews only thou wert man, ordained to strive, But not attain, perfection. Dost thou, too, weep? transcendent, loveliest maid! Pardon a heart, o'ercharged with grief, A bosom, pure like thine, must soon regain The bliss of nations, breathing on thy head Gust. Thou shalt not part, Cristina. Gust. No, thou art all that's left to sweeten And reconcile the wearied to the world. Cristina. It will not be-I dare not hear- I am thy suppliant in my turn-but, O! powers, That guard a woman's weakness! 'Tis resolved; Gust. Yet stay-a moment―till my fluttering heart Cristina. O delightful notes! That I do love thee, yes, 'tis true, my lord; nour. title to ye, Gust. Come, come, my brothers all! Yes, I will strive To be the sum of every And you shall be my sire, my friend revived, My sister, mother, all that's kind and dear, For so Gustavus holds ye-O, I will Of private passions all my soul divest, And take my dearer country to my breast; To public good transfer each fond desire, And clasp my Sweden with a lover's fire." Well pleased, the weight of all her burdens bear; Dispense all pleasure, but engross all care. Still quick to find, to feel my people's woes, And wake, that millions may enjoy repose. [Exeunt omnes. SCENE I.--an apartment in the temple of Mecca. As an obscure, seditious innovator; Enter ALCANOR and PHARON. Alc. PHARON, no more-shall I This zeal of thine, paternal as it is, But now he is a conqueror, prince, and pontiff, Alc. Such proselytes Are worthy of him-low untutored reptiles, Alc. If, ye Powers divine! Ye mark the movements of this nether world, And bring them to account, crush, crush those vipers, Who, singled out by a community To guard their rights, shall, for a grasp of ore, Or paltry office, sell them to the foe! Pha. Each honest citizen, I grant, is thine, And, grateful for thy boundless blessings on them, Would serve thee with their lives; but the approach Of this usurper to their very walls Nay, smile not, friend, nor think that at these years, ́ I entertain a thought towards this young beauty, Alc. This heart, by age and grief congealed, nature Commands involuntary homage from us. Alc. I own, a tenderness unfelt before, A sympathetic grief, with ardent wishes To make her happy, fill my widowed bosom: I dread her being in that monster's power, And burn to have her hate him like myself. venge-Twas on this hour I, at her modest suit, Alc. Oh, people lost to wisdom as to glory! Go, bring in pomp, and serve upon your knees This idol, that will crush you with its weight. Mark, I abjure him by his savage hand My wife and children perished, whilst in ance I carried carnage to his very tent, And sweep off thousands with their poisonous steams, Promised her audience in my own pavilion. SCENE II.-changes to a room of state. Pal. What means this boding terror, that usurps, In spite of me, dominion o'er my heart, Alc. Palmira, whence those tears? trust me, fair maid! Thou art not fallen into barbarians' hands; Pal. No, my generous victor! roof, Have pity then; Pity, Alcanor, one, who is torn from all Restore me, then, restore me to my country, Robbed of my children, would Palmira deign bounties Claim and share my gratitude-but Mahomet Claims right o'er me of parent, prince, and prophet. Alc. Of parent, prince, and prophet! Heav'ns! that robber, Who, a scaped felon, emulates a throne, Of one, whom millions with myself adore, ness 'Gainst Heaven's interpreter blots out remembrance Of favours past, and nought succeeds but horror. Pal. Do you then reject My just petition? can Alcanor's goodness Name but the ransom, And Mahomet will treble what you ask. Alc. There is no ransom Mahomet can offer, Proportioned to the prize. Trust me, Palmira, I cannot yield thee up. What! to a tyrant, Who wrongs thy youth, and mocks thy tender heart With vile illusions and fanatic terrors! Enter PHARON. What wouldst thou, Pharon? Pha. From yon western gate, Which opens on Moradia's fertile plains, Plunged in the night of prejudice, and bound My judgment slept; but when I found him born I started from my dream, joined his career, Pha, Oh, what a fall from virtue was that change! Mir. Come, embrace our faith, reign with Mahomet, And, clothed in terrors, make the vulgar tremble. Alc. 'Tis Mahomet, and tyrants like to Ma homet, 'Tis Mirvan, and apostates like to Mirvan, Mahomet's general, Mirvan, hastes to greet thee. But stoops to polish, succour, and redress, Alc. Mirvan, that vile apostate! Pha. In one hand He holds a scimitar, the other bears An olive branch, which to our chiefs he waves, And builds her grandeur on the public good. Mir. Thou art turned Christian, sure! some straggling monk Has taught thee these tame lessons→→→ Alc. If the Christians Worship a cruel and revengeful being, Mir. If clemency delights thee, learn it here. Alc. I know thy master's arts; his generous tears, Like the refreshing drops, that previous fall Courage he has, not bravery; For blood and havock are the sure attendants Pha. Leagues he will make too Alc. Like other grasping tyrants, till he eyes A lucky juncture to enlarge his bounds; Then he'll deride them, leap o'er every tie Of sacred guarantee, or sworn protection; And when the oppressed ally implores assistance, Beneath that mask invade the wished-for realms, And from pure friendship take them to himself. Mir. Mahomet fights Heaven's battles, bends the bow, To spread Heaven's laws, and to subject to faith The iron neck of error. Alc. Lust and ambition, Mirvan, are the springs Of all his actions; whilst, without one virtue, Dissimulation, like a flattering painter, Bedecks him with the colouring of them all: This is thy master's portrait-But no moreMy soul's inexorable, and my hate Immortal as the cause from whence it sprang. SCENE I-PALMIRA's apartment. Alc. I'll meet thee there, and see whose voice is victor. Come, Pharon, aid me to repulse this traitor; In that firm purpose it has always held ! ACT III. [Exeunt. |