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Thy innocence and virtue as our foe. Impatient of the tedious night, in arms

Here, till the fate of Asia is decided, Watchful they stood, expecting opening day; In safety stay. To-morrow is your own. And now are hardly by their leaders held Nor grieve for who may conquer, or who lose; From darting on the foe. Like a hot courser, Fortune on either side shall wait thy wishes

. That, bounding, paws the mouldering soil, dis Sel. Where shall my wonder and my prais daining

begin? The rein that checks him, eager for the race. From the successful labours of thy arms, Tum. Yes, prince, I mean to give a loose to Or from a theme more soft, and full of peace,

Thy mercy and thy gentleness? Oh, Tamerlane! This morn Axalla, with my Parthian horse, What can I pay thee for this noble usage, Arrives to join me. He, who, like a storm, But grateful praise? So Heaven itself is paid

. Swept, with his flying squadrons, all the plains Give peace, ye powers above, peace to mankind; Between Angoria's walls and yon tall mountains, Nor let my father wage unequal war, That seem to reach the clouds; and now hé Against the force of such united virtues ! comes,

Tam. Heaven hear thy pious wish —But size Loaden with spoils and conquest, to my aid.

our prospect (Flourish of Trumpets. Looks darkly on futurity, till fate Zam. These trumpets speak his presence Determine for us, let thy beauty's safety

Be my Axalla's care; in whose glad eyes, Enter AXALLA, who kneels to TAMERLANE.

I read what joy the pleasing service gives hinTam. Welcome! thou worthy partner of my Is there amongst thy other prisoners aught laurels,

(TO AL Thou brother of my choice, a band more sacred Worthy our knowledge ? Than nature's brittle tie! By holy friendship,

A.r. This brave man, my lord, Glory and fame stood still for thy arrival ! My soul seemed wanting in its better half, With long resistance held the combat doubtfel And languished for thy absence; like a prophet, His party, prest with numbers, soon grew faint, That waits the inspiration of his god.

And would have left their charge an easy prej; Ar. My emperor! My ever royal master! Whilst he alone, undaunted at the odds, To whom my secret soul more lowly bends, Though hopeless to escape, fought well and Than forms of outward worship can express;

firmly; How poorly does your soldier pay this goodness, Nor yielded, till, o'ermatched by many hands, Who wears his every hour of life out for you! He seemed to shame our conquest, whilst he Yet 'tis his all, and what he has, he offers;

owned it. Nor now disdain to accept the gift he brings, Tam. Thou speak'st him as a soldier should a

soldier, Enter SELIMA, Moneses, STRATOCLES, Pri- Just to the worth he finds. I would not war

soners; Guards, Mutes, 8c. This earnest of your fortune. See, my lord, With aught that wears thy virtuous stamp The noblest prize that ever graced my arms!

greatness. Approach, my fair

Thy habit speaks thee Christian-Nay, yet more, Tam. This is indeed to conquer,

My soul seems pleased to take acquaintance with And well to be rewarded for thy conquest;

thee, The bloom of opening flowers, unsullied beauty, As if allied to thine: perhaps 'tis sympathy Softness, and sweetest innocence she wears, Of honest minds; like strings wound up in music

, And looks like nature in the world's first spring. Where, by one touch, both utter the same har But say, Axalla

mony. Sel. Most renowned in war,

Why art thou, then, a friend to Bajazet?

(Kneeling to Tam. And why my enemy? Look with compassion on a captive maid,

Mon. If human wisdom
Though born of hostile blood; nor let my birth, Could point out every action of our lives,
Derived from Bajazet, prevent that mercy, And say, ' Let it be thus, in spite of fate
Which every subject of your fortune finds. Or partial fortune,' then I had not been
War is the province of ambitious man,

The wretch I am.
Who tears the miserable world for empire; Tam. The brave meet every accident
Whilst our weak sex, incapable of wrong, With equal minds. Think nobler of thy foes

, On either side claims privilege of safety, Than to account thy chance in war an evil

. Tum. (raising her.] Rise, royal maid! the pride Mon. Far, far from that : I rather hold it of haughty power

grievous, Pays homage, not receives it, from the fair. That I was forced even but to seem your enemy; Thy angry father fiercely calls me forth, Nor think the baseness of a vanquished slave And urges me, unwillingly, to arins.

Moves me to flatter for precarious life, Yet, though our frowning battles menace death, or ill-bought freedom, when I swear, by Heaven! And mortal conflict, think not that we hold Were I to chuse, from all mankind, a naster,

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Has torn thee from his side, and left him naked Tam. A noble freedom

To the avenging bolt, that drives upon him. Dwells with the brave, unknown to fawning syco- Forget the name of captive, and I wish phants,

I could as well restore that fair one's freedom, And claims a privilege of being believed. Whose loss hangs heavy on thee: yet ere night, I take thy praise as earnest of thy friendship. Perhaps, we may deserve thy friendship nobler ; Mon. Still you prevent the homage I should | The approaching storm may cast thy shipwrecked offer.

wealth O, royal sir! let my misfortunes plead, Back to thy arms; till that be past, since war And wipe away the hostile mark I wore. (Though in the justest cause) is ever doubtful, I was, when, not long since, my fortune hailed me, I will not ask thy sword to aid my victory, Blessed to my wish, I was the prince Moneses; Lest it should hurt that hostage of thy valour, Born, and bred up to greatness : witness the blood, Our common foe detains. Which through successive heroes' veins, allied Mon. Let Bajazet To our Greek emperors, rolled down to me, Bend to his yoke repining slaves by force; Feeds the bright flame of glory in my heart, You, sir, have found a nobler way to empire, Tum. Even that, that princely tie should bind Lord of the willing world.

Tam. Oh, my Axalla! If virtue were not more than all alliance. Thou hast a tender soul, apt for compassion,

Mon. I have a sister, -oh, severe remembrance! And art thyself a lover and a friend; Our noble house's, nay, her sex's pride; Does not this prince's fortune move thy temper? Nor think my tongue too lavish, if I speak her., Ar. Yes, sir, I mourn the brave Moneses' fatc, Fair as the fame of virtue, and yet chaste The merit of his virtue hardly matched As its cold precepts; wise beyond her sex With disadventurous chance: yet, prince, allow And blooming youth; soft as forgiving mercy,

me, Yet greatly brave, and jealous for her honour : Allow me, from the experience of a lover, Such as she was, to say I barely loved her, To say, one person, whom your story mentioned, Is poor to my soul's meaning. From our infancy, (If he survive) is far beyond you wretched: There grew a mutual tenderness between us, You named the bridegroom of your beauteous Till, not long since, her vows were kindly plighted sister. To a young lord, the equal of her birth.

Mon. I did. Oh, most accurst! The happy day was fixed, and now approaching, Ar. Think what he feels, When faithless. Bajazet (upon whose honour, Dashed in the fierceness of his expectation: In solemn treaty given, the Greeks depended) Then, when the approaching minute of possession With sudden war, broke in upon the country, Had wound the imagination to the heightSecure of peace, and for defence unready: Think, if he lives!

Tam. Let majesty no more be held divine, Mon. He lives! he does : 'tis true Since kings, who are called gods, profane them. He lives! But how? To be a dog, and dead, selves.

Were Paradise to such a state as his : JIon. Among the wretches, whom that deluge He holds down life, as children do a potion, swept

With strong reluctance and convulsive strugAsray to slavery, myself and sister,

glings, Then passing near the frontiers to the court, Whilst his misfortunes press him to disgorge it. Which waited for her nuptials) were surprised, Tam. Spare the reinembrance; 'tis an useless And made the captives of the tyrant's power,

grief, Soon as we reached his court, we found our usage And adds to the misfortune by repeating. Beyond what we expected, fair and noble ;

The revolution of a day may bring "Twas then the storm of your victorious arms Such turns, as Heaven itself could scarce have Looked black, and seemed to threaten, when he promised, prest me

Far, far beyond thy wish: let that hope cheer thec. By oft repeating instances) to draw

Haste, my Axalla, to dispose with safety Vij sword for him :. But when he found my soul Thy beauteous charge, and on the foe revenge Dintained his purpose, he more fiercely told me, The pain which absence gives; thy other care, That my Arpasia, my loved sister's fate,

Honour and arins, now suminon thy attendance. Depended on my courage shewn for bim. Now do thy office well, my soul! Remember I had long learnt to hold myself at nothing; Thy cause, the cause of Heaven and injured eartli. But for her sake, to ward the blow from her, O thou Supreme! if thy great spirit warms I bound my service to the man I hated.

My glowing brcast, and fires my soul to arins, Six days are past, since, by the sultan's order, Grant that my sword, assisted by thy power, I left the pledge of my return behind,

This day may peace and happiness restore, And went to guard this princess to his camp : That war and lawless rage may vex the world no The rest the brave Axalla's fortune tells you. Tum. Wisely the tyrant strove to prop his (Eseunt TAMERLANE, MONESES, STRAcause,

TOCLES, Prince of Tanais, ZAMA, MIR Ry leaguing with thy virtue ; but just Heaven

VAN, and Attendants.

more!

thee;

one!

And thou wilt send me forth like one unblesse,

Hangs on my soul, and weighs my courage down

Ar. The battle calls, and bids me haste to leave , Then, then she was not sworn the foe of lote

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When, as my soul confest its flame, and sued Oh, Selima !—but let destruction wait.

kur moving sounds for pity, she frowned rarely

, Are there not hours enough for blood and slaugh. But, blushing, heard me tell the gentle tale; ter?

Nay, even confest, and told me, softly sigbite, This moment shall be love's, and I will waste it She thought there was no guilt in love like mine

. In soft complainings, for thy sighs and coldness, Sel. Young, and unskilful in the world's faire For thy forgetful coldness; even at Birza,

arts, When in thy father's court my eyes first owned I suffered love to steal upon my softness, thee,

And warm me with a lambent guiltless flame: Fairer than light, the joy of their beholding, Yes, I have heard thee swear a thousand times

, Even then thou wert not thus.

And call the conscious powers of heaven to w Sel. Art not thou changed,

ness Christian Axalla? Art thou still the same? The tenderest, truest, everlasting passion. Those were the gentle hours of peace, and thou But, oh! 'tis past; and I will charge remembrake The world's good angel, that didst kindly join To banish the fond image from my soul. Its mighty masters in harmonious friendship: Since thou art sworn the fee of royal Bajazet, But since those joys that once were ours are lost, I have resolved to hate thee. Forbear to mention them, and talk of war; Ar. Is it possible! Talk of thy conquests and my chains, Axalla. Hate is not in thy nature; thy whole frame

Ax. Yet I will listen, fair, unkind upbraider! Is harmony, without one jarring atom. Yet I will listen to thy charming accents, Why dost thou force thy eyes to wear this cold. Although they make me curse my fame and for ness? tune,

It damps the springs of life. Oh! bid me die,
My laurel wreaths, and all the glorious trophies, Much ratirer bid me die, if it be true
For which the valliant bleed -Oh, thou unjust That thou hast sworn to hate me!"

Sel. Let'life and death
Dost thou then envy me this small return Wait the decision of the bloody field;
My niggard fate has made, for all the mournings, Nor can thy fate, my conqueror, depend
For all the pains, for all the sleepless nights, Upon a woman's hate. Yet, since you urge
That cruel absence brings?

A power which once perhaps I had, there is
Sel. Away, deceiver !

But one request that I can make with honour. I will not hear thy soothing. Is it thus

Ar. Oh, name it! say !That Christian lovers, prove the faith they swear? Sel. Forego your right of war, Are war and slavery the soft endearments, And render me this instant to my father With which they court the beauties they admire? Ar. Impossible .—The tumult of the battle, 'Twas well my heart was cautious of believing That hastes to join, cuts off all means of cultThy vows, and thy protesting. Know, my con

merce
queror,

Betwixt the armies.
Thy sword has vanquished but the half of Selima; Sol. Swear then to perform it,
Her soul disdains thy victory.

Which way soe'er the chance of war determines

, Ar. Hear, sweet heaven!

On my first instance. Hear the fair tyrant, how she wrests love's laws, Ax. By the sacred majesty As she had vowed my ruin ! What is conquest of heaven, to whom we kneel, I will obey thee! What joy have I from that, but to behold thee, Yes, I will give thee this severest proof To kneel before thee, and, with lifted eyes, Of my soul's vowed devotion ; I will part with To view thee, as devotion does a saint,

thee, With awful, trembling pleasure; then to swear (Thou cruel, to command it!) I will part with thee, Thou art the queen and mistress of my soul? As wretches, that are doubtful of hereafter, Has not even Tamerlane (whose word, next Part with their lives, unwilling, loth, and fearful Heaven's,

And trembling at futurity. But is there noturg, Makes fate at second-hand) bid thee disclaim No small return that honour can afford, Thy fears? And dost thou call thyselta slave, For all this waste of love? Only to try how far the sad impression

Sel. The gifts of captives Can sink into Axalla?

Wear somewhat of constraint; and generos Sel. Oh, Axalla!

minds Ought I to hear you?

Disdain to give, where freedom of the choice Ar. Come back, ye hours,

Does but seem wanting. And tell my Selima what she has done!

Ar. What! not one kind look?
Bring back the time, when to her father's court Then thou art changed indeed. [Trumpets. Hark,
I came, ambassador of peace from Tamerlane;

I am summoned,
When, hid by conscious darkness and disguise,
I

Whom fortune has forsaken, and ill fate
Boid as the
youth who nightly swam the Helles- Marke

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And the first fecble blow I meet shall raze me So when some skilful artist strikes the strings, From all remembrance: nor is life or fame The magic numbers rouse our sleeping passions, Worthy my care, since I am lost to thee. (Going. And force us to confess our grief and pleasure. Sel. Ha! gpest thou to the fight ?

Alas! Axalla, say—dost thou not pity Ar, I do. Farewell!

My artless innocence, and easy fondness? Sel. What! and no more! A sigh heaves in Oh! turn thee from me, or I die with blushing! my breast,

Ar. No, let me rather gaze, for ever gaze, And stops the struggling accents on my tongue, And bless the new-born glories that adorn thee! Else, sure, I should have added something more, From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, And made our parting softer.

Ten thousand little loves and graces spring, Ar. Give it way.

To revel in the roses 'twill not be, The niggard honour, that affords not love,

[Trumpets. Forbids not pity

This envious trumpet calls, and tears me from Sel. Fate perhaps has set

theeThis day, the period of thy life and conquests ; Sel. My fears increase, and doubly press me And I shall see thee, borne at evening back, A breathless corse. -Oh! can I think on that, I charge thee, if thy sword comes cross my faAnd hide my sorrows? -No--they will have way, ther, And all the vital air, that life draws in,

Stop for a moment, and remember me. Is rendered back in sighs.

År. Oh, doubt not but his life shall be my care; Ar. The murmuring gale revives the drooping Even dearer than my ownflame,

Sel. Guard that for me too. That at thy coldness languished at my breast : Ar. O, Selima! thou hast restored my quiet. So breathe the gentle zephyrs on the spring, The noble ardour of the war, with love And waken every plant, and odorous flower, Returning, brightly burns within my breast, Which winter frosi bad blasted, to new life. And bids me be secure of all hereafter. Sel. To see thee for this moment, and no So cheers some pious saint a dying sinner more

(Who trembled at the thought of pains to come) Oh! help me to resolve against this tenderness, With Heaven's forgiveness, and the hopes of That charms my fierce resentments, and presents

mercy: thee,

At length, the tumult of his soul appeased, Not as thou art, mine and my father's foe, And

every

doubt and anxious scruple eased, But as thou wert, when first thy moving accents Boldly he proves the dark, uncertain road; Won me to hear; when, as I listened to thee, The peace, his holy comforter bestowed, The happy hours past by us unperceived, Guides, and protects him like a guardian god So was my soul fixt to the soft enchantment.

[Erit. Ar. Let me be still the same! I am, I must be. Sel. In vain all arts a love-sick virgin tries, If it were possible my heart could stray, Affects to frown, and seem severely wise; One look from thee would call it back again, In hopes to cheat the wary lover's eyes." And fix the wanderer for ever thine.

If the dear youth her pity strives to move, Sel. Where is my boasted resolution now? And pleads with tenderness, the cause of love,

(Sinking into his arms. Nature asserts her empire in her heart, Oh, yes ! thou art the same; my heart joins with and kindly takes the faithful lover's part. thee,

By love herself, and nature, thus betrayed, And, to betray me, will believe thee still: No more she trusts in pride's fantastic aid, It dances to the sounds that moved it first, But bids her eyes confess the yielding maid. And owns at once the weakness of iny soul.

(Erit Selima, Guards following

ACT II.

SCENE 1.–TAMERLANE's Camp. That crowns him with the spoils of such a day,
Enter MONESES.

las given it as an earnest of the world,

That shortly shall be his. Alon. The dreadful business of the war is

Enter, STRATOCLES. over; And Slaughter, that, from yester morn 'till even, My Stratocles ! Vith giant steps past striding o'er the field, Most happily returned, might I believe Besmeared and horrid with the blood of nations, Thou bringst me any joy? Now, weary, sits among the mangled heaps, Stra. With my best diligence, And slumbers o'er her prey ; while from this This night I have enquired of what concerns you. camp

Scarce was the sun, who shone upon the horror Che cheerful sounds of victory and Tamerlane Of the past day, sunk to the western ocean, Beat the high arch of heaven. Deciding Fute, When, by permission from the prince Asalla,

I mixt among the tumult of the warriors

Pr. Nations unknown, Returning from the battle: here, a troop Where yet the Roman eagle never flew, Of hardy Parthians, red with honest wounds, Shall pay their homage to victorious Tamerlane; Confessed the conquest they had well deserved: Bend to his valour and superior virtue, There, a dejected crew of wretched captives, And own, that conquest is not given by chance, Sore with unprofitable hurts, and groaning But, bound by fatal and resistless merit, Under new bondage, followed sadly after Waits on his arms. The haughty victor's heels. But that, which fully Tum. It is too much: you dress me Crowned the success of Tamerlane, was Bajazet, Like an usurper, in the borrowed attributes Fallen, like the proud archangel, from the height of injured Heaven. Can we call conquest ours! Where once (even next to majesty divine) Shall man, this pigmy, with a giant's pride, Enthroned he sat, down to the vile descent Vaunt of himself, and say, 'Thuş have I done And lowness of a slave: but, oh! to speak

this? The rage, the fierceness, and the indignation !- Oh, vain prețence to greatness! Like the moc, It bars all words, and cuts description short. We borrow all the brightness which we boast, Mon. Then he is fallen ! that comet which on Dark in ourselves, and useless. If that hand, high

That rules the fate of battles, strike for us, Portended ruin; he has spent his blaze, Crown us with fame, and gild our clay with hoAnd shall distract the world with fears no more.

nour, Sure it must bode me well; for oft my soul 'Twere most ungrateful to disown the benefit, Has started into tumult at his name,

And arrogate a praise which is not ours. As if my guardian angel took the alarm,

Ar. With such unshaken temper of the soul At the approach of somewhat mortal to me. To bear the swelling tide of prosperous fortune, But say, my friend, what hear'st thou of Arpasia? Is to deserve that fortune: in adversity For there my thoughts, my every care is cen The mind grows tough by buffetting the tempest, tered.

Which, in success dissolving, sinks to ease; Stra. Though on that purpose still I bent my And loses all her firmness. search,

Tam. Oh, Axalla!
Yet nothing certain could I gain, but this; Could I forget I am a man as thou art,
That in the pillage of the sultan's tent

Would not the winter's cold, or summer's heat, Some women were niade prisoners, who, this į Sickness, or thirst, and hunger, all the train morning,

Of nature's clamorous appetites, åsserting Were to be offered to the emperor's view : An equal right in kings and common men, Their names and qualities, though oft enquiring, Reprove me daily?-No-If I boast of aught, I could not learn.

Be it to have been Heaven's happy instrument

, Mon. Then must my soul still labour

The means of good to all my fellow creatures: Beneath uncertainty and anxious doubt, This is a king's best praise. The mind's worst state. The tyrant's ruin gives

Enter OMAR. But a half ease.

Om. Honour and fame (Bowing to TAMERLANE. Stra. 'Twas said, not far from hence

For ever wait the emperor! May our prophet The captives were to wait the emperor's passage. Give him ten thousand thousand days of life, Mon. Haste we to find the place.-Oh, my And every day like this ! The captive sultan, Arpasia!

Fierce in his bonds, and at his fate repining, Shall we not meet? Why hangs my heart thus Attends your sacred will. heavy,

Tum. Let him approach.
Like death, within my bosom? Oh! 'tis well,
The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence,

Enter BAJAZET, and other Turkish Prisonera Else who could bear it?

in chains, with a guard of Soldiers. When thy loved sight shall bless my eyes again, When I survey the ruins of this field, Then I will own I ought not to complain, The wild destruction which thy fierce ambition Since that sweet hour is worth whole years of pain. Has dealt among mankind (so many widows [Ereunt MONESES and STRATOCLES. And helpless orphans has thy battle made,

That half our eastern world this day are moureSCENE II.-The inside of a magnificent Tent. ers), Symphony of warlike Music.

Well may I, in behalf of heaven and earth, Enter TAMERLANE, AXALĽA, Prince of Ta-Demand from thee atonement for this wrong. NAIS, ZAMA, MIRVAN, Soldiers, and other

Baj. Make thy demand to those that own thy Attendants.

power!
Ar. From this auspicious day the Parthian (Curse on that changeling deity of fools !)

Know, I am still beyond it; and though Fortune
Has stript me of the train

and pomp of greatness

, Shall date its birth of empire, and extend That outside of a king, yet still my soul, Even from the dawning east to utmost Thule, Fixt high, and of itself alone dependent, The limits of its sway.

Is ever free and royal, and even now,

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