Thou wilt find them musing. Near Osmingti's | Their high heroic ardour; let them know, Whate'er shall fall on this old mouldering clay, The tyrant never shall subdue my mind. tomb I charged them all convene, and there do thou SCENE I. Enter ZAMTI. ACT II. Zamti. DREAM On, deluded tyrant! yes, dream on In blind security! whene'er high Heaven And even his mother, amidst her matron shrieks, To this great lot, by fate to few allowed! Of age, that face-that mien-Morat! Morat. Oh! Zamti! Let me once more embrace thee Zamti. Good old man! [They embrace. But wherefore art thou here? what of my boy? Morat. Ah! what indeed? Even from the ocean's margin, Parched with the sun, or chilled with midnight damps, O'er hills, and rocks, and dreary continents, In vain I have followed Zamti. Why didst let him forth? Morat. Alas! even now [Exeunt. And this you have heaped upon me! Was it not No! I will not complain-but whence on him Morat. This very morn, Ere yet the battle joined, a faithful messenger, His darkling way, and passed the Tartar's camp, son, In secret knew him, nor revealed he aught voice Of fame, increasing as she goes, through all the Babbled abroad each circumstance. By thee Morat. Think not thy Morat urged him to the And all with reverential awe beheld him. This, this, my Zamti, reached the tyrant's ear, Zamti. If so, Oh! what a sacrifice must now be made! [Aside. Does thy poor bleeding country still remain Morat-my son-[Turning aside.]-Oh! cruel, cruel 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, Ilis truth, his courage, his enlightened mind— Zamti. I prithee urge no more-here nature's voice Speaks in such pleadings: such reproaches, Morat, -Here in my very heart—give woundings here, Thou canst not know, and only parents feel! Morat. And wilt thou, cruel in thy tearsZamti. Nay, cease, In pity to a father, cease-Think, Morat— Morat. Ah! how fares the prince? Zamti. He fares, my Morat, like a god on earth, 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. Morat. What mean Those mystic sounds? Zamti. Revenge, conquest, and freedom! Morat. Conquest and freedom! Zamti. Ay! conquest and freedom! The midnight hour shall call a chosen band Of hidden patriots forth; who, when the foe Sinks down in drunken revelry, shall pour The gathered rage of twenty years upon him, And vindicate the eastern world. 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, | 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; soothe 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 And now the monster, in yon field of death, For Zamtihe, that false insidious slave, Shall dearly pay his treasons. Octar. Zamti's crimes Think'st thou thy trembling eye could bear the shock Of a much-injured king? Couldst thou sustain it? "Twere best to leave unpunished :- versed in Say, couldst thou bear to view a royal orphan, wiles Of sly hypocrisy, he wins the love Of the deluded multitude. 'Twould seem, When a whole people's minds are once inflamed To make this stubborn race receive the yoke, Swell in his breast in vain! Enter HAMET, in chains, Timur. Thou art the youth, Who mowed our battle down, and fleshed your sword In many a slaughtered Tartar. Hamet. True; I am. Timur. Too well I marked thy rage, and saw thee hew A wasteful passage through the embattled plain. Hamet. Then, be thou witness for me, in that hour Whose father, mother, brother, sisters, all, Thy arms have made a wilderness? Timur. I see Proclaim all fair within. But, mighty sir, Timur. Take heed, old man, nor dare, Zamti. Priestcraft and sacerdotal perfidy To me are yet unknown. Religion's garb Here never serves to consecrate a crime: We have not yet, thank Heaven, so far imbibed The vices of the north! Timur. Thou vile impostor! Avow Zaphimri, whom thy treacherous arts 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. Hear me, thou froward boy-darest thou be honest, And answer who thou art? Hamet. Dare I be honest! I dare!—a mind, grown up in native honour, Ask from the lightning of whose blade they fled, | Till in the general wreck your boasted Orphan Tell them 'twas Hamet's. Hamet. The pious hermit, in that moss-grown dwelling, : Found an asylum from heart-piercing woes, 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, With truth declare, hast thou ne'er heard of Hamet. Of Zamti! Oft, enraptured with his 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 [Talks apart to Octar. Zamti. Now, virtuous cruelty repress my tears! Cease your soft conflict, Nature! Hear me, Tar tar: That youth-his air-his every look unmans me quite. Timur. Wilt thou begin, dissembler? It must be so, or all is lost-That youth, And in Zaphimri's grave lie hushed my fears! [Exit. Zamti. 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, Though sure it cannot be, what greater blessing Exit with Octar, &c. Zamti. Hold, hold, my heart! My gallant, generous youth! Mandane's air, Where where is Zamti? Zamti. Ha! 'tis Mandane Wild as the winds, the mother all alive Thou worse than Tartar! give me back my son! Mine is a mother's cause-mine is the cause Oh! give him to a mother's eager arms, Zamti. Heaven knows How dear my boy is here! But our first duty Man. You were a savage bred in Scythian And humanizing pity never reached Of husband, wife, and child: those tend'rest ties! Superior to your right divine of kings!——— Dear to this heart in vain: go, and forget Your heart-Was it for this-oh! thou unkind Reveal the awful truth. Was it for this-oh! thou inhuman father! Nay, look upon me--if this wasted form, me, With grief for you I withered in my bloom. Have I then bore thee in these matron arms, on each word With guilty joy re-animate their lustre, Man. And is it thus, Thus is Mandane known? My soul disdains |