Nor can a monarch's friendship more than pay it. Baj. Ha! know'st thou that, fond girl?-Go -'tis not well, And when thou couldst descend to take a benefit Ar. Weep not, lovely maid! I swear, one pearly drop from those fair eyes low! Dishonoured to my face! Thou earth-born thing! At distance have beheld? And what art thou? My friendship such, as thou might'st deign to accept With honour, when it comes with friendly office, To render back thy crown, and former greatness; And yet even this, even all is poor, when Selima, With matchless worth, weighs down the adverse scale. Baj. To give me back what yesterday took from me, Would be to give like Heaven, when, having fi nished This world (the goodly work of this creation), Ar. Nor is this gift beyond my power. Baj. For our daughter thus aught else? With a vile peace, patched up on slavish terms? I charge thee, drive this slave from thy remenbrance! Hate shall be pious in thee. Come and join [Laying hold on her kan!. To curse thy father's foes. Sel, Undone for ever! Now, tyrant duty, art thou yet obeyed? There is no more to give thec.-Oh, Axalla! [BAJAZET leads out SELIMA, she looking back on AXALLA. Ar. 'Twas what I feared; fool that I was to obey! The coward, Love, that could not bear her frown, Has wrought his own undoing. Perhaps e'en now The tyrant's rage prevails upon her fears: Fiercely he storms: she weeps, and sighs, and trembles, But swears at length to think on me no more. He bade me take her. But, oh, gracious honour! Upon what terms? My soul yet shudders at it, And stands but half recovered of her fright. The head of Tamerlane! monstrous impiety! Bleed, bleed to death, my heart, be virtue's martyr! Oh, emperor! I own I ought to give thee Some nobler mark, than dying, of my faith. Then let the pains I feel my friendship prové; 'Tis easier far to die, than cease to love. [Exit AXALLA SCENE II.-TAMERLANE's Camp. Enter severally MONESES, and Prince of TANAIS. Mon. If I not press untimely on his leisure, You would much bind a stranger to your service, To give me means of audience to the emperos. (Than whom none bows more lowly to high Heaven) In reverend regard holds all that bear Enter TAMERLANE and a Dervise. Tam. Thou bring'st me thy credentials from the highest, From Alla, and our prophet. Speak thy message; It must import the best and noblest ends. Der. Thus speaks our holy Mahomet, who has To reign and conquer: ill dost thou repay Thou hast forgot high Heaven, hast beaten down Tam. Now, as I am a soldier and a king So much the sacred name of Heaven awes me, By fostering the pernicious Christian sect: struction, Thou tak'st into thy bosom, to thy councils! They are thy only friends. The true believers Mourn to behold thee favour this Axalla. Tam. I fear me, thou outgo'st the prophet's order, And bring'st his venerable name to shelter Der. He is a Christian; there our law condemns him, Although he were even all thou speak'st, and more. Tam. 'Tis false; no law divine condemns the virtuous, For differing from the rules your schools devise. Heaven takes the various tribute of their praise; Der. Most impious and profane !-Nay, frown Full of the prophet, I despise the danger Drive out all other faiths, and let the world Tam. Had he but commanded In all, which differ now like human faces. Der. Well might the holy cause be carried on, If mussulmen did not make war on mussulmen. Why hold'st thou captive a believing monarch? Now, as thou hop'st to 'scape the prophet's curse, Release the royal Bajazet, and join, With force united, to destroy the Christians. Tum. 'Tis well- -I've found the cause that. moves thy zeal! What shallow politician set thee on, Tam. No-thou dost belie him, Thou maker of new faiths! that dar'st to build Suspect her angel's face is foul beneath, Der. I have but one resort. Hence! I have Now aid me, [Aside. Yet I have somewhat further to unfold; have it. Mon. First, oh! let me entreat your royal Our prophet speaks to thee in thunder-thus- Thou canst demand from friendship? Ask, and [The Dervise draws a concealed dagger, and offers to stab TAMERLANE. Tam. No, villain, Heaven is watchful o'er its worshippers, [Wresting the dagger from him. And blasts the murderer's purpose. Think, thou wretch! Think on the pains that wait thy crime, and tremble When I shall doom thee Der. 'Tis but death at last; And I will suffer greatly for the cause, Tam. Oh, impious! Enthusiasm thus makes villains martyrs. [Pausing.] It shall be so-To die! 'twere a reward Now, learn the difference 'twixt thy faith and mine: Thine bids thee lift thy dagger to my throat; That there is such a monster in my kind. When bold assassins take thy name upon them, And swear they are the champions of thy cause? Enter MONESES. Mon. Oh, emperor! before whose awful throne The afflicted never kneel in vain for justice; [Kneeling to TAM, Undone, and ruined, blasted in my hopes, Here let me fall before your sacred feet, And groan out my misfortunes, till your pity (The last support and refuge that is left me) Shall raise me from the ground, and bid me live! Tam. Rise, prince, nor let me reckon up thy worth, And tell how boldly that might bid thee ask, tection. Speak, then, as to a king, the sacred name Tum. I well remember, When, ere the battle joined, I saw thee first, With grief uncommon to a brother's love, Thou told'st a moving tale of her misfortunes, Such as bespoke my pity. Is there aught goodness, Forgive the folly of a lover's caution, Tam. Ha! Bajazet-If yet his power withholds Mon. There was Moneses lost! Too sure my heart (From the first mention of her wondrous charms) Presaged it could be only my Arpasia. Tum. Arpasia! didst thou say? Mon. Yes, my Arpasia. Tam. Sure I mistake, or fain I would mistake thee: I named the queen of Bajazet, his wife. Mon. His queen! his wife! he brings that holy title, To varnish o'er the monstrous wrongs he has done me. Tam. Alas! I fear me, prince, thy griefs are just; Thou art, indeed, unhappy Mon. Can you pity me, (Kneeling. Thou succour of the wretched, reach thy mercy Tam. Unhappy, royal youth, why dost thou ask That holy knot, which, tied once, all mankind Thou shalt forget these lesser cares, Moneses; Thou shalt, and help me to reform the world. Mon. So the good genius warns his mortal charge To fly the evil fate that still pursues him, Thy words are as the breath of angels to me. Tam. This dull despair Is the soul's laziness. Rouse to the combat, And thou art sure to conquer. War shall restore thee; The sound of arms shall wake thy martial ar dour, And cure this amorous sickness of thy soul, war. He had begged her, as a captive of the war, From Tamerlane; but meeting with denial Of what he thought his services might claim, Loudly he storms, and curses the Italian, Ha. To 'scape with life from an attempt like As cause of this affront. I joined his rage, this, Demands my wonder justly. Der. True, it may; But 'tis a principle of his new faith; 'Tis what his Christian favourites have inspired, Ha. The prophet and our master will reward Thy zeal in their behalf; but speak thy purpose. Der. Just entering here, I met the Tartar general, Fierce Omar. Ha. He commands, if I mistake not, This quarter of the army, and our guards. Der. The same. By his stern aspect, and the fires That kindled in his eyes, I guessed the tumult Some wrong had raised in his tempestuous soul; A friendship of old date had given me privilege To ask of his concerns. In short, I learned, That, burning for the sultan's beauteous daughter, And added to his injuries, the wrongs [They seem to talk together aside. Om. No-if I forgive it, (Then petty prince of Parthia) and, by me SCENE II. And adds even beauty to adorn his conquest, Arp. Since I have borne That miserable mark of fatal greatness, power To cure those ills which you unjustly suffer, Draws, and discovers ARPASIA lying on a couch. If I look on, and see you weep in vain. SONG. To thee, O gentle Sleep, alone Is owing all our peace; By thee our joys are heightened shewn, The nymph whose hand, by fraud or force, In her own choice is blessed. To grasp whose pleasing form she sought, Arp. Oh, death! thou gentle end of human sorrows, Still must my weary eye-lids vainly wake In tedious expectation of thy peace? Arp. Not that my soul disdains the generous aid Thy royal goodness proffers; but, oh, emperor! It is not in my fate to be made happy; Nor will I listen to the cozener, Hope, But stand resolved to bear the beating storm That roars around me; safe in this alone, That I am not immortal. Though 'tis hard, 'Tis wondrous hard, when I remember thee, Dear native Greece! and you, ye weeping maids, That were companions of my virgin youth! My noble parents! Oh, the grief of heart, The pangs, that, for unhappy me, bring down Their reverend ages to the grave with sorrow! And yet there is a woe surpassing all: Ye saints and angels, give me of your constancy, If you expect I shall endure it long! Tam. Why is my pity all that I can give To tears like yours? And yet I fear 'tis all; Nor dare I ask, what mighty loss you mourn, Lest honour should forbid to give it back. Arp. No, Tamerlane, nor did I mean thou should'st: But know, (though to the weakness of my sex Why stand thy thousand thousand doors still I yield these tears) my soul is more than man. Think, I am born a Greek, nor doubt my virtue: Enter BAJAZET. Baj. To know no thought of rest! to have the mind |