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Your hasty zeal defrauds the claim of justice,
His breath prolong'd but to detect her treason, Then in short sighs forsook his broken frame.
Decreed to perish in Irene's chamber!
HASAN, CARAZA, MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA,
Forgive, great Sultan! that, by fate prevented,
Some artful wile of counterfeited love!
The queen requested that a chosen troop
The Greek Demetrius! whom the expiring Bassa Declar'd the chief associate of his guilt!
A chosen troop-to intercept-Demetius—
The queen requested—
Who? the dead Irene?
Was she then guiltless! has my thoughtless rage Destroy'd the fairest workmanship of Heav'n! Doom'd her to death unpity'd and unheard, Amidst her kind solicitudes for me!
Ye slaves of cruelty, ye tools of rage. [To Has. and
Your fierce impatience forc'd us from your presence,
What hadst thou lost by slighting those commands?
Great is thy woe! But think, illustrious Sultan,
Robb'd of the maid with whom I wish'd to triumph, No more I burn for fame, or for dominion; Success and conquest now are empty sounds, Remorse and anguish seize on all my breast; Those groves, whose shades embower'd the dear
Heard her last cries, and fann'd her dying beauties, Shall hide me from the tasteless world for ever. [Mahomet goes back, and returns. Yet, ere I quit the sceptre of dominion, Let one just act conclude the hateful day. Hew down, ye guards, those vassals of distraction, [Pointing to Hasan and Caraza. Those hounds of blood, that catch the hint to kill; Bear off with eager haste th' unfinish'd sentence, And speed the stroke, lest mercy should o'ertake them.
Then hear, great Mahomet, the voice of truth.
Hear, shall I hear thee! didst thou hear Irene?
Hear but a moment.
Hadst thou heard a moment,
Thou might'st have liv'd, for thou hadst spar'd Irene,
I heard her, pitied her, and wish'd to save her.
And wish'd be still thy fate to wish in vain.
I heard, and soft'ned, till Abdalla brought
Abdalla brought her doom! Abdalla brought it!
Abdalla brought it,
While yet she begg'd to plead her cause before thee.
O seize me, Madness-Did she call on me!
HASAN, CARAZA, MUSTAPHA, MURZA.
MUSTAPHA to MURZA.
What plagues, what tortures are in store for thee,
Such was the will of Heav'n-A band of Greeks That mark'd my course, suspicious of my purpose, Rush'd out and seiz'd me, thoughtless and unarm❜d, Breathless, amaz'd, and on the guarded beach Detain'd me, till Demetrius set me free.
So sure the fall of greatness rais'd on crimes!
When haughty guilt exults with impious joy,