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Now shalt thou shine the darling of the Sultan,
The plot all Cali’s, the detection thine.

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HASAN TO CAR AZ A.
Does not thy bosom (for I know thee tender,
A ftranger to th' oppreffor’s favage joy,)
Melt at Irene's fare, and share her. woes?

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CA R A Z A.
Her piercing cries yet fill the loaded air,
Dwell on my ear, and sadden all my soul. .
But let us try to clear our clouded brows,
And tell the horrid tale with chearful face;
The stormy Sultan rages at our stay,

A B D A LLA.
Frame your report with circumspective art;
Infanie her crimes, exalt your own obedience;
But let no thoughtless hint involve Abdalla.

CA RAZA.
What need of caution to report the fate
Of her the Sultan's voice condemn'd to die?
Or why should he, whose violence of duty
Has serv'd his prince so well, demand our filence?

A B DALLA.
Perhaps my zeal too fierce betray'd my prudence;
Perhaps my warmth exceeded my commiffion;
Perhaps I will not stoop to plead my cause,
Or argue with the flave that sav'd Demetrius.

CARAZA.
From his escape learn thou the pow'r of virtue ;
Nor hope his fortune while thou want'st his worth,

HASAN.

HASAN.

The Sultan comes, still gloomy, still enrag'd.

SCEN E XI.

HASAN, CARAZA, MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA,

ABDALLA.

M A H O M E T. Where's this fair trait'ress? Where's this smiling

mischief, Whom neither vows could fix, nor favours bind?

H ASAN.

Thine orders, mighty Sultan! are perform’d,
And all Irene now is breathless clay.

Μ Α Η Ο Μ Ε Τ. Your hafty zeal defrauds the claim of justice, And disappointed vengeance burns in vain. I came to heighten tortures by reproach, And add new terrors to the face of death. Was this the maid whose love I bought with empire ? True, she was fair ; the smile of innocence Play'd on her cheek-So shone the first apoftateIrene's chamber! Did not roaring Cali, Just as the rack forc'd out his struggling roul, Name for the scene of death Irene's chamber?

MUST A PHA.
His breath prolong'd but to detect her treason,
Then in short fighs forsook his broken frame.

MAHOMET.

M A HOMET. Decreed to perish in Irene's chamber ! There had she lull'd ine with endearing falsehoods, Clasp'd in her arms, or slumb’ring on her breast, And bar'd my bosom to the ruffian's dagger.

SCENE XII.

HASAN, CARAZA, MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA,

MURZA, ABDALLA.

MURZA.

Forgive, great Sultan! that, by fate prevented,
I bring a tardy message from Irene.

M A HOME T.
Some artful wile of counterfeited love!
Some foft decoy to lure me to destruction !
And thou, the curs’d accomplice of her treason,
Declare thy message, and expect thy doom.

M U RZA.
The queen requested that a chosen troop
Might intercept the traitor Greek, Demetrius,
Then ling’ring with his captive mistress here.

MUS T A P H A.
The Greek Demetrius ! whom th' expiring Baffa
Declar'd the chief associate of his guilt !

Μ Α Η Ο Μ Ε Τ.
A chosen troop-to intercept-Demetrius-
The queen requested.--Wretch, repeat the message;
And if one varied accent prove thy falsehood,

Or

Or but one moment's pause betray confusion,
Those trembling limbs-Speak out, thou shiv'ring

traitor.

M U RZ A. The queen requested

M A HOME T.

Who? the dead Irene? Was she then guiltless! has my thoughtless rage Destroy'd the fairest workınanship of Heav'n! Doom'd her to death unpity'd and unheard, Aniidst her kind solicitudes for me! Ye Naves of cruelty, ye tools of rage, [To Hal. and Ye blind officious ministers of folly,

(Car. Could not her charms repress your zeal for murder? Could not her pray’rs, her innocence, her tears, Suspend the dreadful sentence for an hour ? One hour had freed me from the fatal error! One hour had sav'd me from despair and madness.

CA R A Z A.

Your fierce impatience forc'd us from your presence,
Urg'd us to speed, and bade us banish Pity,
Nor trust our passions with her fatal charms.

M A HO MET.

What hadst thou lost by flighting those commands ?
Thy life perhaps –Were but Irene fpard,
Well if a thousand lives like thine had perith'd ;
Such beauty, sweetness, love, were cheaply bought
With half the grov'ling Naves that load the globe.

MUSTAPHA.

MUSTAPHA.
Great is thy woe! But think, illustrious Sultan,
Such ills are sent for souls like thine to conquer.
Shake off this weight of unavailing grief,
Ruth to the war, display thy dreadful banners,
And lead thy troops victorious round the world.

Μ Α Η Ο Μ Ε Τ. Robb'd of the maid with whom I wish'd to triumph, No more I burn for fame, or for dominion

; Success and conquest now are empty sounds, Remorse and anguish seize on all my breast; Those groves, whose shades embower'd the dear Irene, Heard her last cries, and fann'd her dying beauties, Shall hide me from the tasteless world for ever.

[Mahomet goes back, and returns. Yet ere I quit the sceptre of doininion, Let one just act conclude the hateful day. Hew down, ye guards, those vaffals of distraction,

[Pointing 40 Hafan and Caraza. Those hounds of blood, that catch the hint to kill; Bear off with eager haste th' unfinish'd sentence, And speed the stroke, left mercy should o'ertake them.

CAR A Z A.
Then hear, great Mahomet, the voice of truth.

Μ Α Η Ο Μ Ε Τ.
Hear! Ihall I hear thee! didst thou hear Irene?

CA R A ZA.

Hear but a moment.

MA HOMET.

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