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I have rusk'd eager on, amidst the foremost, And the last night, can shut out my Arpasis. To purchase victory, or glorious death.

[The Mutes strangle Moses Arp. If it be happiness, alas ! to die,

Arp. Oh, dismal ! 'tis not to be borne! i: To lie forgotten in the silent grave,

moralists! To love and glory lost, and from among

Ye talkers! what are all your precepts now! The great Creator's works expung d and blotted, Patience? distraction! Blast the tyrant, ble Then, very shortly, shall we both be happy.

him, Mon. There is no room for doubt; 'tis cer- Avenging lightnings ! Snatch him bence, Fe tain bliss.

fiends! The tyrant's cruel violence, thy loss,

Love! Death! Moneses! Nature can no more; Already seem more light; nor has my soul Ruin is on her, and she sinks at once. One unrepented guilt upon remembrance,

(She sinks de To make me dread the justice of hereafter ; Baj. Help, Haly! raise her up, and bear te But standing now on the last verge of life,

out! Boldly I view the last abyss, eternity,

Ha. Alas! she faints.
Eager to plunge, and leave my woes behind me. Arp. No, tyrant, 'tis in vain.

Arp. By all the truth of our past loves, I vow, Oh! I am now beyond thy cruel power;
To die appears a very nothing to me.

The peaceful slumber of the grave is on me: But, oh, Moneses ! should I not allow

Even all the tedious day of life I've wandered, Somewhat to love, and to my sex's tenderness ? Bewildered with misfortunes: This very now I could put off my being

At length 'tis pight, and I have reached by Without a groan; but to behold thee die !

home. Nature shrinks in me at the dreadful thought, Forgetting all the toils and troubles past, Nor can my constancy sustain this blow. Weary I'll lay me down, and sleep, till-Ol! Mon. Since thou art armed for all things after

(She da death,

Baj. Fly, ye slaves, Why should the pomp and preparation of it And fetch me cordials! No, she shall not die! Be frightful to thy eyes? There's not a pain, Spite of her sullen pride, I'll hold in life, Which age or sickness brings, the least disorder And force her to be blest against her will. That vexes any part of this fine frame,

Ha. Already 'tis beyond the power of art; But's full as grievous. All that the mind feels For, see, a deadly cold has froze the blood, Is much, much more. And see, I go to prove it. The pliant limbs grow stiff, and lose their use, Enter a Mute: he signs to the rest, who proffer Even beauty too is dead; an ashy pale

And all the animating fire is quenched : a bow-string to MONESES.

Grows o'er the roses; the red lips have lost Arp. Think, ere we part !

Their fragrant hue, for want of that sweet Mon. Of what?

breath, Arp. Of something soft,

That blest them with its odours as it past. Tender and kind, of something wondrous sad. Baj. Can it be possible? Can rage and grief, Oh, my full soul!

Can love and indignation be so fierce, Mon. My tongue is at a loss;

So mortal in a woman's heart? Confusion! Thoughts crowd so fast, thy name is all I've Is she escaped then? What is royalty, left,

If those, that are my slaves, and should live for My kindest, truest, dearest, best Arpasia!

me, (The Mutes struggle with him. Can die, and bid defiance to my power? Arp. I have a thousand, thousand things to

Enter the Dertisc, utter, A thousand more to hear yet. Barbarous vil Der. The valiant Omar sends, to tell the lains !

greatness Give me a minute. Speak to me, Moneses! The hour of flight is come, and urges haste; Mon. Speak to thee? 'Tis the business of my since he descries, near Tamerlane's pavilion, life,

Bright troops of crowding torches, who fron 'Tis all the use I have for vital air.

thence, Stand off, ye slaves ! To tell thee that my

heart

On either hand, stretch far into the night, Is full of thee; that, even at this dread mo And seem to form a shining front of battle. ment,

Behold, even from this place thou may'st discem My fond eyes gaze with joy and rapture on thee;

them.

[Looking out. Angels, and light itself, are not so fair.

Baj. By Alla, yes! they cast a day around

them, Enter BAJAZET, HALY, and Attendants.

And the plain seems thick-set with stars, as Baj. Ha! wherefore lives this dog? Be quick,

heaven. ye slaves !

Ha! or my eyes are false, they more this way ; And rid me of my pain.

'Tis certain so. Fly, Haly, to our daughter. Mon. For only death,

(Exit HALS

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hands;

Let some secure the Christian prince, Axalla; My heart's warm blood gush out upon your We will begone this minute.

Since from your spring I drew the purple stream, Enter OMAR.

And I must pay it back, if you demand it. Om. Lost! undone!

Baj. Hence, from my thoughts, thou soft reBaj. What mean’st thou ?

lenting weakness !-Om. All our hopes of fight are lost.

Has thou not given me up a prey? betrayed me? Mirvan and Zama, with the Parthian horse, Sel. Oh, not for worlds! not even for all the Inclose us round; they hold us in a toil.

joys, Baj. Ha! whence this unexpected curse of Love, or the prophet's paradise can give! chance?

Amidst the fears and sorrows of my soul, Om. Too late I learnt, that early in the night Amidst the thousand pains of anxious tenderA slave was suffered, by the princess' order,

ness, To pass the guard. I clove the villain down, I made the gentle, kind Axalla swear, Who yielded to his flight; but that's poor ven Your life, your crown, and honour should be geance.

safe. That fugitive has raised the camp upon us, Baj. Away! my soul disdains the vile deAnd unperceiv'd by favour of the night,

pendence! In silenee they have marched to intercept us. No, let me rather die, die like a king!

Baj. My daughter! Oh, the traitress! Shall I fall down at the proud Tartar's foot,
Der. Yet we have

And
say,

have mercy on me? Hark! they come! Axalla in our power, and angry Tamerlane

[Shout. Will buy his favourite's life on any terms. Disgrace will overtake my lingering hand; Om. With those few friends I have, I for a Die then! Thy father's shame, and thine, die while

with thee!

[Offers to kill her, Can face their force: if they refuse us peace, Sel For Heaven, for pity's sake! Revenge shall sweeten ruin, and 'twill joy me, Baj. No more, thou trifler! To drag my foe down with me, in my tali.

[She catches hold of his armo [Erit OMAR. Ha! dar'st thou bar my will ?—Tear off her

hold! Enter HALY, with SELIM, weeping.

Sel. What, not for life! Should I not plead Baj. See where she comes, with well-dissem

for life, bled innocence;

When nature teaches even the brute creation With truth and faith so lovely in her face, To hold fast that, her best, her noblest gift? As if she durst even disavow the falsehood. Look on my eyes, which you so oft have kissed, Hop'st thou to make amends with trifling tears, And swore they were your best-lov'd queen's, For my lost crown, and disappointed vengeance?

my mother's; Ungrateful Selima! thy father's curse! Behold them now streaming for mercy, mercy! Bring forth the minion of her foolish heart ! Look on me, and deny me, if you can! He dies this moment.

'Tis but for life I beg! Is that a boon Ha. Would I could not speak

So hard for me to obtain, or you to grant ? The crime of fatal love! The slave who fled, Oh, spare me! Spare your Selima, my father! By whom we are undone, was that Axalla.

Baj. A lazy sloth hangs on my resolution: Baj. Ha! say'st thou?

It is my Selima !-Ha! What, my child ! . Hid beneath that vile appearance,

And can I murder her? Dreadful imagination ! The princess found a means for his escape. Again they come! I leave her to my foes! Sel. I am undone! even nature has disclaimed

[Shouts. me !

And shall they triumph o'er the race of Bajazet! My father! have I lost you all ? My father! Die, Selima !-Is that a father's voice?

Baj. Talk'st thou of nature, who hast broke Rouse, rouse, my fury! Yes, she dies, the victim her bands!

To my lost hopes! Out, out, thou foolish naThou art my bane, thou witch ! thou infant

par

ture! ricide!

Seize her, ye slaves! and strangle her this moBut I will study to be strangely cruel;

ment!

(To the Mutes. I will forget the folly of my fondness;

Sel. Oh, let me die by you ! Behold my Drive all the father from my breast; now snatch

breast ! thee,

I would not shrink! Oh, save me but fromTear thee to pieces, drink thy treacherous blood,

these! And make thee answer all my great revenge! Baj. Dispatch! [The Mutes seize her. Now, now, thou traitress ! Offers to kill her. Sel. But for a moment, while I pray Sel. Plunge the poniard deep!

That Heaven may guard my royal father!

She embraces him. Baj. Dogs! The life my father gave shall hear his summons, Sel. That you may only bless me, ere I die ! And issue at the wound ! -Start not to feel

[Shout

joy!

Baj. Ye tedious villains! then the work is Has ruined those thou shouldst protect us mine!

home; (As BAJAZET runs at SELIMA, with his sword, Whose wars, whose slaughters, whose assasse enter TAMERLANE, AXALLA, &c. AXALLA

tions, gets between BAJAZET and Selima, whilst (That basest thirst of blood! that sin of coward) TAMERLANE and the rest drive BAJAZET Whose faith, so often given, and always violata. and the Mutes off the Stage.

Have been the offence of Heaven, and plague aí Ar. And am I come to save thee? Oh, my

earth

What punishment is equal to thy crimes? Be this the whitest hour of all my life!

The doom, thy rage designed for me. be thine: 1 This one success is more than all my wars, Closed in a cage, like some destructive beast, The noblest, dearest glory of my sword.

I'll have thee borne about, in public view, Sel. Alas, Axalla! Death has been around me; A great example of that righteous vengeance, My coward soul still trembles at the fright, That waits on cruelty, and pride, like thine. And seems but half secure, even in thy arms. Baj. It is beneath me to decline my fate; Ar. Retire, my fair, and let me guard thee I stand prepar'd to meet thy utmost hate. forth:

Yet think not I will long thy triumph see: Blood and tumultuous slaughter are about us, None want the means, when the soul ira de And danger, in her ugliest forms, is here;

free. Nor will the pleasure of my heart be full, I'll curse thee with my last, my parting breath, Till all my fears are ended in thy safety. And keep the courage of my life, in death; (Ereunt AXALLA and SELIMA. Then boldly venture on that world unknown:

It cannot use me worse than this has done. Enter TAMERLANE, the Prince of Tanais, ZA

[Erit BAJAZET, gueráty MA, MIRVAN, and Soldiers ; with BAJA ZET, Tam. Behold the vain effects of earth-bon Omar, and the Dervise, prisoners.

pride, Tam. Mercy at length gives up her peaceful That scorn's Heaven's laws, and all its potes sceptre,

defied! And justice sternly takes her turn to govern; That could the hand, which formed it first, fx "Tis a rank world, and asks her keenest sword,

get, To cut up villany of monstrous growth.

And fondly say, I made myself be great! Zama, take care, that with the earliest dawn, But justly those above assert their sway, Those traitors meet the fate their treason merits. And teach even kings what homage they shoz! (Pointing to OMAR and the Dervise.

pay, For thee, thou tyrant! [To BAJ.] whose oppres Who then rule best, when mindful to obey. sive violence

(Eseunt om

EPILOGUE.

Too well we saw what must have been our fate,
When harmony with beauty join'd, of late,
Threaten’d the ruins of our sinking state;
Till

you, from whom our being we receive,
In pity bid your own creation live;
With moving sounds you kindly drew the fair,
And fix’d, once more, that shining circle here:
The lyre you bring is half Apollo's praise;
Be ours the task to win and wear his bays.
Thin houses were before so frequent to us,
We wanted not a project to undo us;
We seldom saw your honours, but by chance,
As some folks meet their friends of Spain or

France :
'Twas verse decay'd, or politics improv'd,
That had estrang'd you thús from what you

lov’d. Time was when busy faces were a jest, When wit and pleasure were in most request;

When cheerful theatres with crowds were graci:
But those good days of poetry are past;
Now sour reformers in an empty pit,
With table-books, as at a lecture, sit,
To take notes, and give evidence 'gainst wit.
Those who were once our friends, emplo;3

elsewhere,
Are busy now in settling, peace and war:
With careful brows at Tom's and Will's they

meet,
And ask who did elections lose or get-
Our friend has lost-Faith I am sorry for't,
He's a good man, and ne'er was for the court;
He to no government will sue for grace,
By want of merit safe against a place,
By spite a patriot made, and sworn t' oppose
All who are uppermost, as England's fues:
Let Whig or Tory, any side prevail,
Still 'tis his constant privilege to rail.

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THE

FAIR PENITENT.

BY

ROWE.

PROLOGUE.

Long has the fate of kings and empires been As hardly as ambition does the great;
The common bus'ness of the tragic scene, See how succeeding passions rage by turns,
As if misfortune made the throne his seat, How fierce the youth with joy and rapture bure,
And none could be unhappy but the great. And how to death, for beauty lost, he mourns
Dearly, 'tis true, each buys the crown he wears, Let no nice taste the poet's art arraign,
And many are the mighty monarch's cares : If some frail vicious characters he feign:
By foreign foes and home-bred factions prest, Who writes, should still let nature be his care,
Few are the joys he knows, and short his hours Mix shades with lights, and not paint all things
of rest.

fair; Stories like these with wonder we may hear; But shew you men and women as they are. But far remote, and in a higher sphere,

With def'rence to the fair, he bade me say, We ne'er can pity what we ne'er can share: Few to perfection ever found the way: Like distant battles of the Pole and Swede, Many in many parts are known t'excel

, Which frugal citizens o'er coffee read,

But 'twere too hard for one to act all well; Careless for who should fall or who succeed. Whom justly life would through each sceze Therefore an humble theme our author chose;

commend, A melancholy tale of private woes:

The maid, the wife, the mistress, and the friend No princes here lost royalty bemoan,

This

age, 'tis true, has one great instance seen, But you shall meet with sorrows like your own: And Heav'n in justice made that one a queer. Here see imperious love his vassals treat

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

MEN.
SCIOLTO, a nobleman of Genoa.
ALTAMONT, a young lord, the husband of Ca-

lista.
HORATIO, his friend.
LOTHARIO, a young lord, and enemy to Al-

tamont.

Rossano, his friend,

WOMEN.
CALISTA, daughter to Sciolto.
LAVINIA, sister to Altamont, and sife to

Horatio,
LUCILLA, confidant to Calista,

SCENE7-Sciolto's palace and garden, with some part of the street near it, in Genou.

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