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SCENE IV.

MAHOMET, CALI, MUSTAPHA.

CALI.
Hail ! terrour of the monarchs of the world;
Unshaken be thy throne, as earth's firm base ;
Live, till the sun forgets to dart his beams,
And weary planets loiter in their courses !

MAHOMET.
But, Cali, let Irene share thy prayers;
For what is length of days, without Irene?
I come from empty noise, and tasteless pomp,
From crowds, that hide a monarch from himself,
To prove the sweets of privacy and friendship,
And dwell upon the beauties of Irene.

CALI.
O may her beauties last, unchang’d by time,
As those that bless the mansions of the good !

MAHOMET. Each realm, where beauty turns the graceful shape, Swells the fair breast, or animates the glance, Adorns my palace with its brightest virgins ; Yet, unacquainted with these soft emotions, I walk'd superiour through the blaze of charms, Prais'd without rapture, left without regret. Why rove I now, when absent from my fair, From solitude to crowds, from crowds to solitude, Still restless, till I clasp the lovely maid, And ease my loaded soul upon her bosom?

MUSTAPHA. Forgive, great sultan, that intrusive duty Inquires the final doom of Menodorus, The Grecian counsellor.

MAHOMET.

Go, see him die;
His martial rhet'rick taught the Greeks resistance;
Had they prevaild, I ne'er had known Irene.

[Exit Mustapha.

SCENE V.

МАНОМЕТ, , CALI.

MAHOMET.
Remote from tumult, in th' adjoining palace,
Thy care shall guard this treasure of my soul :
There let Aspasia, since my fair entreats it,
With converse chase the melancholy moments.
Sure, chill’d with sixty winter camps, thy blood,
At sight of female charms, will glow no more.

CALI.

These years, unconquer'd Mahomet, demand
Desires more pure, and other cares than love.
Long have I wish’d, before our prophet's tomb,
To pour my pray’rs for thy successful reign,
To quit the tumults of the noisy camp,
And sink into the silent grave in peace.

MAHOMET.

What! think of peace, while haughty Scanderbeg,
Elate with conquest, in his native mountains,
Prowls o'er the wealthy spoils of bleeding Turkey!
While fair Hungaria's unexhausted valleys
Pour forth their legions; and the roaring Danube
Rolls half his floods, unheard, through shouting camps !
Nor could'st thou more support a life of sloth
Than Amurath-

CALI.
Still, full of Amurath!

[Aside.

MAHOMET.
Than Amurath, accustom'd to command,
Could bear his son upon the Turkish throne.

CALI.

This pilgrimage our lawgiver ordain'd

MAHOMET.
For those, who could not please by nobler service.-
Our warlike prophet loves an active faith.
The holy flame of enterprising virtue
Mocks the dull vows of solitude and penance,
And scorns the lazy hermit's cheap devotion.
Shine thou, distinguish'd by superiour merit;
With wonted zeal pursue the task of war,
Till ev'ry nation reverence the koran,
And ev'ry suppliant lift his eyes to Mecca.

CALI.
This regal confidence, this pious ardour,
Let prudence moderate, though not suppress.
Is not each realm, that smiles with kinder suns,
Or boasts a happier soil, already thine ?
Extended empire, like expanded gold,
Exchanges solid strength for feeble splendour.

MAHOMET.
Preach thy dull politicks to vulgar kings,
Thou know'st not yet thy master's future greatness,
His vast designs, his plans of boundless pow'r.

When ev'ry storm in my domain shall roar,
When ev'ry wave shall beat a Turkish shore ;
Then, Cali, shall the toils of battle cease,
Then dream of pray'r, and pilgrimage, and peace.

[Erennt.

ACT II.-SCENE I.

ASPASIA, IRENE.

IRENE.
ASPASIA, yet pursue the sacred theme;
Exhaust the stores of pious eloquence,
And teach me to repel the sultan's passion.
Still, at Aspasia's voice, a sudden rapture
Exalts my soul, and fortifies my heart;
The glitt'ring vanities of empty greatness,
The hopes and fears, the joys and pains of life,
Dissolve in air, and vanish into nothing.

ASPASIA.
Let nobler hopes and juster fears succeed,
And bar the passes of Irene's mind
Against returning guilt.

IRENE.

When thou art absent, Death rises to my view, with all his terrours; Then visions, horrid as a murd'rer's dreams, Chill my resolves, and blast my blooming virtue: Stern torture shakes his bloody scourge before me, And anguish gnashes on the fatal wheel.

ASPASIA. Since fear predominates in ev'ry thought, And sways thy breast with absolute dominion, Think on th' insulting scorn, the conscious pangs, The future mis'ries, that wait th' apostate ; So shall timidity assist thy reason, And wisdom into virtue turn thy frailty.

IRENE.

Will not that pow'r, that form’d the heart of woman, And wove the feeble texture of her nerves, Forgive those fears that shake the tender frame?

ASPASIA.
The weakness we lament, ourselves create;
Instructed, from our infant years, to court,
With counterfeited fears, the aid of man,
We learn to shudder at the rustling breeze,
Start at the light, and tremble in the dark ;
Till, affectation ripening to belief,
And folly, frighted at her own chimeras,
Habitual cowardice usurps the soul.

IRENE. Not all, like thee, can brave the shocks of fate. Thy soul, by nature great, enlarg'd by knowledge, Soars unincumber'd with our idle cares, And all A spasia, but her beauty's man.

ASPASIA.
Each gen'rous sentiment is thine, Demetrius,
Whose soul, perhaps, yet mindful of Aspasia,
Now hovers o'er this melancholy shade,
Well pleas’d to find thy precepts not forgotten.
Oh! could the grave restore the pious hero,
Soon would his art or valour set us free,
And bear us far from servitude and crimes.

IRENE.

He yet may live.

ASPASIA.

Alas! delusive dream! Too well I know him; his immoderate courage, Th' impetuous sallies of excessive virtue, Too strong for love, have hurried him on death.

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