ACT II. SCENE I.

A GARDEN.

ZAIDA, LYSSA, and other female Spirits following.

ZAIDA.

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Shame of thy sex-begone-nor haunt me more.

LYSSA.

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Will Zaida's bosom from a woman hide,
What to conceal from man, is art and pride?
Behold! power's sovereign charin to soften hate,
What melts us most!-variety and state!

[Waves her wand, and the whole scene and decorations change.

AIR.

Turn and see what pleasures woo you,
Let not love in vain pursue you,
Seize his blessings whist you may,
Love has wings and will not stay.

CHORUS.

Seize his blessings whilst you may,
Love has wings and will not stay.

ZAIDA.

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Deluders hence!-your spells are weak,
My Zoreb's stronger spells to break;
From him alone I draw my breath,

With him I could rejoice in death.

[It thunders, grows dark, and the garden shakes, all the women run off, but Zaida and Lyssa.

LYSSA.

LYSSA.

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'Tis past the softer passions take their flight,
Moroc comes arm'd in terrors and in night!
Destruction in his eye, and in his hand,
The scepter of his wrath-his Ebon wand.

SCENE II.

MOROG, ZAIDA, LYSSA.

MOROC.

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No more I come with sighs and pray'rs

A proud ungrateful fair to sue: Revenge a festival prepares,

A festival for love and you!

TRIO.

LYSSA.

O hear her sighs, believe her tears,

The heart may change that pants with fears.

ZAIDA.

Hear not my sighs, nor trust my tears,
My heart may pant, but not with fears:
His treasure's lost, the miser mourns.

LYSSA.

More treasure found, his joy returns.

MORO C.

Hence jealousy and love-sick cares!
Vengeance now my bosom tears!

[To Moroc.

LYSSA.

Lyssa, depart !-this is no hour for joy,
I come not now to pity; but to destroy,

To Zaida's arms her lover I resign;
He's dead, and dying thought you mine,
From him alone you draw your breath,
With him you shall rejoice in death!

SCENE III.

[Exit Lyssa, etc.

[Dead march.

A Tomb rises from the ground, in which ZOREB lies Kaliel standing by him with his wand on bis breast.

My Zoreb-dead !-then sorrow is no more:
Now let the lightning flash, the thunder roar !

AIR.

Back to your source weak, foolish, tears,
Away, fond love, and woman's fears;

A nobler

A nobler passion warms:
The dove shall soar with eagle's wing,
From earth I spring,

And fly to heav'n, and Zoreb's arms.

[Offers to stab berself; Moroc runs to prevent ber, and in bis frigbt drops bis Ebon wand, which Kaliel takes up.

Hold desperate fair

MOROC.

Nor more will I employ

[Takes away the dagger.

[Lakes bold of ber

Loves softer arts, but seize, and force my joy.

ZAIDA.

Help heav'nly pow'rs!

MOROC.

What power can Morcc fear?

KALIEL.

The pow'r of virtue-which I now revere !
With thy own arms thy guilty reign I end,
No longer Moroc's slave, but Zaidia's friend,
Thus do I blast thee-As the thunder's stroke
Blasts the proud cedar-All thy charms are broke.
[Kaliel strikes Moroc with the wand, and be sinks.

SCENE IV.

ZAIDA.

How shall I thank the guardian of my fame?

KALIE L.

[Kneeds to Kaliel,

Rise, Zaida!-Peace !—more thanks shall Kaliel claim.

Behold thy Zoreh dead to mortal view,

The spells dissolv'd, shall wake to life, and you.

RECIT.