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How many conquered kings have swelled his Taught me to be a king, by thinking like one. power!

Hence, from the distant Euxine to the Nile, Think, too, how lovely! how his brow becomes The trumpet's voice has waked the world to war; This wreath of early glories !-Oh, iny friend ! Yet, amidst arms and death, thy power has reachI talk not of a sceptre, which he gives me :

ed me; No-to be charmed with that were thanks too For thou disdain'st, like me, a languid love; humble !

Glory and Zara join-and charm together. Offensive tribute, and too poor for love!

Zar. I hear at once, with blushes and with joy, 'Twas Osman won my heart, not Osinan's crown: This passion, so unlike your country's customs. I love not in hinn aught besides himself.

Osin. Passion, like mine, disdains my counThough think'st, perhaps, that these are starts of try's customs; passion :

The jealousy, the faintness, the distrust, But, had the will of Heaven, less bent to bless The proud, superior coldness of the East. him,

I know to love you, Zara, with esteem; Doomed Osman to my chains, and me to fill To trust your virtue, and to court your soul. The throne that Osman sits on-ruin and wretch- Nobly confiding, I unveil my heart, edness

And dare inform you, that 'tis all your own : Catch and consume my wishes, but I would- My joys must all be yours: only my cares To raise me to myself, descend to him.

hall concealed within and reach not Zara. Sel. Hark! the wished music sounds—'Tis he- Zar. Obliged by this excess of tenderness, he comes

[Erit Selima. How low, how wretched was the lot of Zara ! Zar. My heart prevented him, and found him Too poor with aught, but thanks, to pay such near :

blessings! Absent two long whole days, the slow-paced hour Osm. Not so—I love-and would be loved aAt last is come, and gives him to my wishes !

[A grand march. Let me confess it, I possess a soul,

That what it wishes, wishes ardently. Enter Osman, reading a paper, which he re-de- I should believe you hated, had you power livers tó ORASMIN; with Attendants.

To love with moderation : 'tis my aimi, Osm. Wait my return-or, should there be a In every thing, to reach supreme perfection.

If, with an equal flame, I touch your heart, That may require my presence, do not fear Marriage attends your sinile-But know, 'twill To enter; ever mindful, that my own


(Erit Oras. &c. Me wretched, if it makes not Zara happy. Follows ny people's happiness.-At length, Zar. Ah, sir! if such a heart as generous OsCares have released my heart--to love and Zara. man's Zar. 'Twas not in cruel absence, to deprive Can, from my will, submit to take its bliss,

What mortal ever was decreed so happy! Of your imperial image-every where

Pardon the pride with which I own iny joy, You reign triumphant: memory supplies Thus wholly to possess the man I love! Reflection with your power; and you, like Hea- To know, and to confess his will my fate! ven,

To be the happy work of his dear hands!
Are always present—and are always gracious. To be-
Osm. The sultans, my great ancestors, be-

Enter Orasmin. Their empire to me, but their taste they gave Osm. Already interrupted! What? not;

Who?-Whence? Their laws, their lives, their loves, delight not me: Oras. This moment, sir, there is arrived I know our prophet smiles on am'rous wishes, That Christian slave, who, licensed on his faith, And opens a wide field to vast desire ;

Went hence to France--and, now returned, prays I know, that at my will I might possess;

audience. That, wasting tenderness in wild profusion, Zar. (Aside.] Oh, Heaven ! I might look down to my surrounded feet, Osm. Admit him-What ?--Why comes he And bless contending beauties. I might speak,

not? Serenely slothful, from within my palace,

Oras. He waits without. No Christian dares And bid my pleasure be my people's law.

approach But, sweet as softness is, its end is cruel. This place, long sacred to the sultan's privacies. I can look round, and count a hundred kings, Osm. Go-bring hin with thee-monarchs, Unconquered by themselves, and slaves to o- like the sun, thers :

Shine but in vain, upwarming, if unseen; Hence was Jerusalem to christians lost ;

With forms and reverence, let the great apBut Heaven, to blast that unbelieving race,

proach us;



Not the unhappy ; _every place alike,

Ner. For Zara's ransom, with her own consent, Gives the distressed a privilege to enter. - I had your royal word. For Lusignan

[Erit Oras. Unhappy, poor, old manI think with horror on these dreadful maxims, Osm. Was I not heard ? Which harden kings insensibly to tyrants.

Have I not told thee, Christian, all my will?

What if I praised thee !This presumptuous Re-enter ORASMIN with NERESTAN.

virtue, Ner. Imperial sultan! honoured, even by foes! Compelling my esteem, provokes my pride; See me returned, regardful of my vow,

Be gone--and when to-morrow's sun shall rise And punctual to discharge a Christian's duty. On my dominions, be not found-too near me. I bring the ransom of the captive Zara,

[Erit Nerestar. Fair Seliina, the partner of her fortune,

Zar. (Aside.] Assist him, Heaven! And of ten Christian captives, prisoners here. Osm. Zara, retire a momentYou promised, sultan, if I should return, Assume, throughout my palace, sovereign empire, To grant their rated liberty :-Behold,

While I give orders to prepare the pomp I am returned, and they are yours no more. That waits to crown thee mistress of my throne. I would have stretched my purpose to myself,

(Leads her out and returns. But fortune has denied it;-my poor all

Orasmin! didst thou mark the imperious slave! Sufficed no further, and a noble poverty What could he mean?--he sighed-and, as he Is now my whole possession.--I redeem

went, The promised Christians; for I taught them hope: Turned and looked back at Zara !-didst thou But, for myself, I come again your slave,

mark it? To wait the fuller hand of future charity. Oras. Alas! my sovereign master ! let not Osm. Christian ! I must confess thy courage jealousy charms me!

Strike high enough to reach your noble heart. But let thy pride be taught, it treads too high, Osm. Jealousy, said'st thou? I disdain it: When it presumes to climb above my mercy.

No! Go ransomless thyself, and carry back

Distrust is poor; and a misplaced suspicion Their unaccepted ransoms, joined with gifts, Invites and justifies the falsehood feared.Fit to reward thy parpose; instead of ten, Yet, as I love with warmth-so, I could hate! Demand a hundred Christians; they are thine : But Zara is above disguise and årt :Take them, and bid them teach their haughty My love is stronger, nobler, than my power. country,

Jealous !- I was not jealous ! If I was, They left some virtue among Saracens. I ain not--no-my heart-but, let us drown Be Lusignan alone excepted-He,

Remembrance of the word, and of the image: Who boasts the blood of kings, and dares lay My heart is filled with a diviner flame.-claiin

Go, and prepare for thre approaching nuptials. To my Jerusalem-that claim, his guilt! Zara to careful empire joins delight. Such is the law of states; had I been vanquished, I must allot one hour to thoughts of state, Thus had he said of me. I mourn his lot, Then, all the smiling day is love and Zara's. Who must in fetters, lost to day-light pine,

[Erit Orasmin. And sigh away old age in grief and pain. Monarchs, by forms of pompous misery pressed, For Zara-but to name her as a captive, In proud, unsocial misery, unblessed, Were to dishonour language ;-she's a prize Would, but for love's soft influence, curse their Above thy purchase :--all the Christian realms, throne, With all their kings to guide them, would unite And, among crowded millions, live alone. (Esit. In vain, to force her from me-Go, retire




Indulge the kind impatience of their eyes,

And, at their head, command their hearts for NERESTAN, CHATILLON. Cha. Matchless Nerestan ! generous and Ner. Illustrious Chatillon! this praise o'ergreat !

whelms me; You, who have broke the chains of hopeless What ħave I done beyond a Christian's duty; slaves !

Beyond what you would, in my place, have done? You, Christian saviour! by a Saviour sent! Chat. True-it is every honest Christian's duty; Appear, be known, enjoy your due delight; Nay, 'tis the blessing of such minds as ours, The grateful weepers wait to clasp your knees, For others' good to sacrifice our own.They throng to kiss the happy hand that saved Yet, happy they, to whom Heaven grants the themi




To execute, like you, that duty's call.

Red with the blood of infidels cried out, For us,the relicks of abandoned war,

This way, ye faithful Christians! follow me.Forgot in France, and in Jerusalem,

Ner. How full of glory was that brave retreat! Left to grow old in fetters,--Osman's father Chat. 'Twas Heaven, no doubt, that saved Consigned us to the gloom of a damp dungeon,

and led him on; Where, but for you, we must have groaned out Pointed his path, and marched our guardian life,

guide: And native France have blessed our eyes no We reached Cæsarea--there the general voice

Chose Lusignan, thenceforth to give us laws ; Ner. The will of gracious Heaven, that soften- Alas ! 'twas vain-Cæsarea could not stand ed Osman,

When Sion's self was tailen !--we were betrayed; Inspired me for your sakes :-But, with our And Lusignan condemned to length of life, joy,

In chains, in damps, and darkness and despair : Flows, mixed, a bitter sadness--I had hoped Yet great, amidst his miseries, he looked, To save from their perversion a young beauty, As it he could not feel his fate himself, Who, in her infant innocence, with me,

But as it reached his followers. And shall we, Was made a slave by cruel Noradin;

For whom our generous leader suffered this, When, sprinkling Syria with the blood of Chris- Be vilely safe, and dare be blessed without him? tians,

Ne Oh! I should hate the liberty he shared Cæsarea's walls saw Lusignan surprized, And the proud crescent rise in bloody triumph. I knew too well the miseries you describe, From this seraglio having young escaped, For I was born amidst them. Chains and death, Fate, three years since, restored me to my chains; Caesarea lost, and Saracens triumphant, Then, sent to Paris on my plighted faith, Were the first objects which my eyese'er looked on. I flattered my fond hope with vain resolves, Hurried, an infant, among other infants, To guide the lovely Zara to that court

Snatched from the bosom of their bleeding moWhere Lewis has established virtue's throne :

thers, But Osınan will detain her-yet, not Osman; A temple saved us, till the slaughter ceased; Zara herself forgets she is a Christian,

Then were we sent to this ill-fated city,
And loves the tyrant sultan !- Let that pass : Here, in the palace of our former kings,
I mourn a disappointment still more cruel; To learn, from Saracens, their hated faith,

prop of all our Christian hope is lost ! And be completely wretched.- -Zara, too, Chat. Dispose me at your will-I am your Shared this captivity; we both grew up

So near each other, that a tender friendship Ner. Oh, Sir, great Lusignan, so long their Endeared her to my wishes: My fond heart-., captive,

Pardon its weakness, bleeds to see her lost, That last of an heroic race of kings !

And, for a barbarous tyrant, quit her God! That warrior, whose past fame has filled the Chut. Such is the Saracens' too fatal policy ! world!

Watchful seducers, still, of infant weakness : Osman refuses to my sighs for ever!

Happy that you, so young, escaped their hands! Chat. Nay, then, we have been all redeemed But let us think ----May not this Zara's interest,

Loving the sultan, and by him beloved, Perish that soldier who would quit his chains, For Lusignan procure some softer sentence? And leave his noble chief behind in fetters. The wise and just, with innocence, may draw Alas! you know him not as I have known him; Their own advantage from the guilt of others. Thank Heaven, that placed your birth so far Ner. How shall I gain adinission to her presence? removed

Osman has banished me--but that's a trille; From those detested days of blood and woe : Will the seraglio's portals open to me? But I, less happy, was condemned to see Or, could I find that easy to my hopes, Thy walls, Jerusalem, beat down-and all

What prospect of success from an apostate, Our pious fathers' labours lost in ruins !

On whom I cannot look without disdain, Heaven! had you seen the very temple rifled ! And who will read her shame upon my brow? The sacred sepulchre itself profaned!

The hardest trial of a generous mind, Fathers with children mingled, flane together! Is, to court favours from a hand it scorns. And our last king, oppressed with age and arms, Chut. Think it is Lusignan we seek to serve. Murdered, and bleeding.o'er his murdered sons ! Ner. Well-it shall be attempted-Hark! Then Lusignan, sole remnant of his race,

who is this? Rallying our fated few amidst the flames,

Are my eyes false; or, is it really she?. Fearless, beneath the crush of falling towers,

Enter Zara. The conquerors and the conquered, groans and death!

Zar. Start not, my worthy friend ! I come to Dreadful--and, waving in his hand his sword,


in vain;

seek you;


The sultan has permitted it; fear nothing :

Chat. You are; But to confirm my heart, which trembles near you, | And every Christian's grief takes end with yours. Soften that angry air, nor look reproach;

Lus. O light! 0, dearer far than light, that Why should we fear each other, both mistaking ? voice ! Associates from our birth, one prison held us, Chatillon, is it you? my fellow-martyr? One friendship taught aillietion to be calm, And shall our wretchedness, indeed, have end? 'Till Heaven thought fit to favour your escape,

In what place are we now !-my feeble eyes, And call you to the fields of happier France; Disused to day-light, long in vain to find you. Thence, once again, it was my lot to find you Chat. This was the palace of your royal faA prisoner here; where, hid amongst a crowd

thers : Of undistinguished slaves, with less restraint, 'Tis now the son of Noradin's seraglio. I shared your frequent converse ;

Zur. The master of this place—the mighty It pleased your pity, shall I say your friendship? Osinan, Or rather, shall I call it generous charity? Distinguishes, and loves to cherish virtue. To form that noble purpose, to redeem

This generous Frenchman, yet a stranger to you, Distressful Zara-you procured my ransom,

Drawn from his native soil, from peace and rest, And, with a greatness that out-soared a crown, Brought the vowed ransoms of ten Christian Returned yourself a slave, to give me freedom;

slaves, But Heaven has cast our fate for different climes: Ilimself contented to remain a captive : Ilere, in Jerusalem), I fix for ever;

But Osman, charmed by greatness, like his own, Yet, among all the shine that marks my fortune, To equal what he loved, has given bim you. I shall, with frequent tears, remember yours; Lus. So generous France inspires her social Your goodness will for ever soothe my beart, And keep your image still a dweller there : They have been ever dear and uscful to meWarmed by your great example to protect Would I were nearer to him--Noble sir, That faith, which lifts humanity so high,

(Nerestan approaches. I'll be a mother to distressful Christians.

Ilow have I merited, that you for me Ner. Ilow !-You protect the Christians! you, Should pass such distant seas, to bring me bleswho can

sings, Abjure their saving faith, and coldly see And hazard your own safety for my sake? Great Lusignan, their chief, die slow in chains ! Ner. My name, sir, is Nerestan; born in Syria, Zur. To bring him freedom you behold me I wore the chains of slavery from my birth;

Till, quitting the proud crescent for the court You will this inoment meet his eyes in joy. Where warlike Lewis reigns, beneath his eye

Chat. Shall I then live to bless that happy hour? I learnt the trade of arms: the rank I held Ner. Can Christians owe so dear a gift to Za- Was but the kind distinction which be gave me, ra?

To tempt my courage to deserve regard. Zar. Hopeless I gathered courage to intreat Your sight, unhappy prince, would charm his The sultan for his liberty--amazed,

eye ; So soon to gain the happiness I wished ! That best and greatest monarch will behold, See where they bring the good old chief, grown With grief and joy, those venerable wounds, dim

And print embraces where your fetters bound With age, by pain and sorrows hastened on!

youl. Chat. How is my breart dissolved with sudden All Paris will revere the cross's martyr; joy!

Paris, the refuge still of ruined kings Zar. I long to view his venerable face;

Lus. Alas! in times long past, I have seen its But tears, I know not why, eclipse my sight.

glory: I feel, methinks, redoubled pity for him; When Philip the Victorious lived, I fought But, I, alas! niyself have been a slave;

A-breast with Montmorency and Melun, And when we pity woes which we have felt, D'Estaing, De Neile, and the far-famous Courcy; 'Tis but a partial virtue!

Naines which were then the praise and dread of Ner. Amazement !-Whence this greatness in

war! an infidel!

But what have I to do at Paris now?

I stand upon the brink of the cold grave; Enter LusIGxan led in by two Guards.

That way my journey lies to find, I hope, Lus. Where am I? From the dungeon's depth The King of Kings, and ask the recompence what voice

For all my woes, long suffered for his sakeHas called me to revisit long-lost day?

You generous witnesses of my last hour, Am I with Christians ?-I am weak--forgive me, While I yet live, assist my humble prayers, And guide my trembling steps. I'm full of years; And join the resignation of my soul. My miseries have worn me more than age. Nerestan! Chatillon! and you, fair mourner ! Ain I, in truth, at liberty? (Seating himself. Whose tears do honour to an old man's sorrows!


Pity a father, the unhappiest sure

Lus. Providence and Heaven ! That ever felt the hand of angry heaven! Oh, failing eyes, deceive ye not my hope? My eyes, though dying, still can furnish tears; Can this be possible ? —Yes, yes—’tis she ! Half my long life they flowed, and still will flow! This little cross-I know it, by sure marks ! A daughter and three sons, my heart's proud Oh! take me, Heaven! while | can die with hopes,

joyWere all torn from me in their tend'rest years— Zar. Oh, do not, sir, distract me!-rising My friend Chatillon knows, and can remem- thoughts, ber

And hopes, and fears, o'erwhelm me! Chat. Would I were able to forget your woe.

Lus. Tell me, yet, Lus. Thou wert a prisoner with me in Cæ- Has it remained for ever in your hands ? sarea,

What- -both brought captives from Cæsarea And there beheld'st my wife and two dear sons

hither! Perish in flarnes.

Zar. Both, bothChat. A captive and in fetters,

Oh, Heaven! have I then found a father? I could not help them.

Las. Their voice! their looks! Lus. I know thou couldst not

The living images of their dear mother! Oh, 'twas a dreadful scene ! these eyes beheld it. O God! who see'st my tears, and knowest my Husband and father, helpless I beheld it,

thoughts, Denied the mournful privilege to die!

Do not forsake me at this dawn of hopeOh, my poor

children whom I now deplore; Strengthen my heart, too feeble for this joy. If ye are saints in Heaven, as sure ye are, Madam! Nerestan! Help me, Chatillon! Look with an eye of pity on that brother,

(Rising That sister whom you left! If I have yet Nerestan, hast thou on thy breast a scar, Or son or daughter: for in early chains, Which, ere Cæsarea fell, fro:01 a fierce hand, Far from their lost and unassisting father, Surprising us by night, my child received? I heard that they were sent, with numbers more, Ner. Blessed hand !-İ bear it--sir, the mark To this seraglio ; hence to be dispersed

is there! In nameless remnants o'er the East, and spread Lus. Merciful Heaven ! Our Christian miseries round a faithless world. Ner. (Kneeling.] Oh, sir!-Oh, Zara, kneel.Chat. 'Twas true-For in the horrors of that 2nr. [Kneeling:) My father -Oh! day,

Lus. Oh, my lost children! I snatched

your infant daughter from her cradle ; Both. Oh! But, finding every hope of fight was vain,

Lus. My son! my daughter! lost in embracing Scarce had I sprinkled, from a public fountain,

yoll, Those sacred drops which wash the soul from sin, I would now die, lest this should prove a dream! When from my bleeding arms, fierce Saracens Chat. How touched is my glad heart, to sce Forced the lost innocent, who smiling lay,

their joy! And pointed, playful, at the swarthy spoilers ! Lus. They shall not tear you from my arms— With her, your youngest, then your only son,

my children! Whose little life had reached the fourth sad year, Again, I find you—dear in wretchedness : And just given sense to feel his own misfortunes, Oh, my brave son—and thou, my nameless daughWas ordered to this city.

ter! Ner. I too, hither,

Now dissipate all doubt, remove all dread; Just at that fatal age, from lost Cæsarea,

Has Heaven, that gives me back my childrenCame in that crowd of undistinguished Christi- given them,

Such as I lost thein ?--Come they Christians to Lus. You! came you thence ? Alas! who me? 'knows but you

One wecps, and one declines a conscious eve! Might heretofore have seen my two poor children. Your silence speaks—too well I understand it. (Looking up.] Ah, madam! that small orna- Zar. I cannot, sir, deceive you-Osman's laws ment you wear,

Were mine--and Osman is not a Christian.-Its form a stranger to this country's fashion, Lus. Her words are thunder bursting on my How long has it been yours?

head; Zar. From my first birth, sir

Wert not for thee, my son, I now should die ! Ah, what! you seem surprised! why should this Full sixty years I fought the Christian cause, move vou?

Saw their doomed temple fall, their power deLus. Would you confide it to my trembling stroyed : hands?

Twenty, a captive, in a dungeon's depth, Zar. To what new wonders am I now reser-Yet never for myself my tears sought Heaven; ved?

All for my children rose my fruitless prayers : Oh, sir! what mean you?

Yet what avails a father's wretched joy?"


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