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Are great events produc'd. This rescu'd child
How ill does it beseem
[The Princess and her Maid go out.
Miriam comes forward. Mir. How poor were words to speak my bound
less joy ; The Princess will protect him ! bless her, Hleav'n!
[She looks out after the Princess, and describes
her action. With what impatient steps she seeks the shore ! Now she approaches where the ark is laid ! With what compassion, with what angel sweetness, She bends to look upon the infant's face ! She takes his little hand in hers – he wakes She smiles upon him — hark, alas ! he cries ; Weep on, sweet babe! weep on, till thou hast touch'd Each chord of pity, waken'd every sense Of melting sympathy, and stol’n her soul !
She takes him in her arms -- O lovely Princess !
Re-enter the Princess.
Princess, all hail !
Prin. I have redeem'd an infant from the waves,
nerous Princess ! Prin. Know'st thou a matron of the Hebrew race To whom I may confide him ? Mir.
Well I know A prudent matron of the house of Levi; Her name is Jochebed, the wife of Amram; Of gentle manners, fam’d throughout her tribe For soft humanity ; full well I know That she will rear him with a mother's love! [Aside] Oh! truly spoke! a mother's love, indeed !
To her despairing arms I mean to gire
[They go out. She kneels.
MOSES IN THE BULRUSHES.
Enter JOCHEBED. I've almost reach'd the place — with cautious steps I must approach the spot where he is laid, Lest from the royal gardens any spy me. - Poor babe ! ere this the pressing calls of hunger Have broke thy short repose; the chilling waves, Ere this, have drench'd thy little shivering limbs, What must my babe have suffered! — No one sees me! But soft, does no one listen ? — Ah ! how hard, How very hard for fondness to be prudent! Now is the moment to embrace and feed him.
[She looks out. Where's Miriam ? she has left her little charge, Perhaps through fear; perhaps she was detected! How wild is thought ! how terrible conjecture ! A mother's fondness frames a thousand fears ; With thrilling nerve feels every real ill, And shapes imagin'd miseries into being.
[She looks towards the river. Ah me! where is he? soul-distracting sight! He is not there — he's lost, he's gone, he's drown'd! Toss’d by each beating surge my infant floats. Cold, cold, and wat’ry is thy grave, my child !
Oh no! - I see the ark – Transporting sight!
She goes frecrds it. I hate it here. — Alas, the ark is empty! The asker's ieti, the precious gem is gone! You spared hisn pareg spirits of the deep! Baria your mercy, some insatiate beast, Conei as Pharaoh, took the Efe you spardAnd I shal Deter, DeTer see my boy!
He lives! he lives! Jua. Lapossible ! - Oh, do not muck my grief; Sest thou that empty vessel?
From that vessel Th Egyptian Princess took him.
Pharaoh's daughter ? Then stuu he will be slain : a bioodier death W terminate his woes. Wr.
His life is safe! Tur know she means to rear him as her own.
[Falas om key knees in Tapwe.
The hearts of sinners to perform thy work,