Those tears, those shrieks, that animated grief, Man. Thou art, thou art my son; thy father's face; His ev'ry feature blooming in his boy. Oh! tell me, tell me all; bow hast thou liv'd In dreary solitude thy tender years? How train thy growing virtue? quickly tell me; Hamet. Mysterious pow'rs! have I then liv'd to this? Thus on the brink of death to find a parent, In virtue firm, majestic in distress, At length to feel unutterable bliss In her dear circling arms? Re-enter OCTAR, with TIMURKAN, &c. Tim. Where is this wild, This frantic woman, who with headlong grief And rend a wretched mother's brain with madness. Re-enter ZAMTI. Zamti. Sure the sad accents of Mandane's voice Struck on my frighted sense. Tim. Once more, thou traitor! Who is that stubborn youth? Zamti. Alas! what needs This iteration of my griefs? Man. Forbear, Thou marble-hearted father!-'tis your son; And wouldst thou see him bleed? Zamti. On him-on him Now, tyrant, now I beg to live; lo! here I plead for life; not for the wretched boon [Faints. [frame. Hamet. Support her, heaven! support her tender To breathe the air, which thy ambition taints, But oh! to ease a mother's woes; for her, For that dear object, let me live for her. Tim. Spite of their frauds, the truth begins to dawn: In her wild vehemence of grief, I hear The genuine voice of nature. Man. [Recovers] Where's my child? Oh, let me strain him to my heart; thy hard, Tim. Hear me, thou frantic mourner; dry those tears; Tim. Resign your king, Your phantom of a king, and save your child. Hamet. No, my much-honour'd mother, never hear The base, the dire proposal; let me rather Exhaust my life-blood at each gushing vein! Mandane then-then you may well rejoice To find your child; then you may truly know The best delight a mother's heart can prove, When her son dies with glory. Tim. Curses blast The stripling's pride. [Talks apart with Octar. Zamti. Ye powers, enthron'd above! You never meant entirely to destroy This groaning land, when your benignant care My brave, my gen'rous boy! Tim. Dost thou at length Confess it, traitor? Zamti. Yes, I boast it, tyrant; Boast it to thee, to earth, and heaven I boast, Hamet. At length the hour, The glorious hour is come, by Morat promis'd, The righteous gods, and your own inward feelings, And mark my words: abjure the mandarin, This mystery, and still your sou may live, In which my heart ne'er knew decreasing love, Inhuman Tartar, I defy thy power. Lo! here-the father, mother, and the son! Tim. Then, by heaven! Your doom is fix'd. This moment seize the slaves; Let each apart be plung'd; and Etan too- Let him forthwith be found-he too shall share Mir. Be it my task, dread sir, To make the rack ingenious in new pains; At their keen, agonizing groans. Mirvan, thy care. By the immortal Lama, And ne'er know rest, ne'er sheathe th' avenging sword, Till their king fall, and treason is no more. [Exit. Octar. Mirvan, bear hence those miscreants to their fate; Thou, Zamti, art my charge. Zamti. Willing I come. My son, thy father doubts not of thy fortitude. [Exit, with Octar, Man. Hamet! restor❜d and lost again! Hamet. Alas! [Struggles with the Guards. No means to rescue thee! inhuman villains! And will you tear me from her? [He is dragged off. Man. Ŏh! my child!— Now then, barbarians, you have seiz'd on all My soul holds dear.-What have I now to dread? I flew to rescue him; I could no more. [Exeunt, SCENE I. A Prison. HAMET lies stretched on the Ground, in Chains. Enter ZAPHIMRI, in a Tartar Dress, and MIRVAN. Mir. There, stretch'd at length on the dank ground, he lies, Scorning his fate: your meeting must be short. Mir. And yet I tremble for th' event. Zaph. Mirvan, no more: I will hold converse with Though death were arm'd against the interview. [him, Hamet. What wouldst thou, Tartar? No vulgar errand mine. [Exit Mirvan. [stabber, Hamet. [Rises] Now speak thy purpose. Zaph. To these lone walls, where oft the Scythian With murd'rous stride hath come; these walls that oft Have seen the assassin's deeds, I bring a mind Firm, virtuous, upright Under this vile garb Hamet. Yes, thy garb Denotes a son of China, and those eyes |