MAHOMET. Some artful wile of counterfeited love! MURZA. The queen requested that a chofen troop MUSTAPHA. The Greek, Demetrius ! whom th' expiring Baffa MAHOMET. A chofen troop-to intercept-Demetrius- The queen requested— MURZA. MAHOMET. Who the dead Irene ? Was fhe then guiltless! Has my thoughtless rage Destroy'd the fairest workmanship of heav'n ! Doom'd her to death unpity'd and unheard, Ye flaves of cruelty, ye tools of rage, [To Haf. & Car- Could not her charms reprefs your zeal for murder? CARAZA. Your fierce impatience forc'd us from your presence, MAHOMET. What hadft thou loft by flighting those commands ? MUSTAPHA. Great is thy woe! but think, illustrious Sultan, MAHOMET. Robb'd of the maid with whom I wish'd to triumph, Thofe groves, whofe fhades embower'd the dear Irene, [Mahomet goes back and returns. Yet ere I quit the fceptre of dominion; Let one juft act conclude the hateful day. Hew down, ye guards, thofe vaffals of distraction, Thofe hounds of blood, that catch the hint to kill; CARAZA. Then hear, great Mahomet, the voice of truth: MAHOMET. Hear! fhall I hear thee! didst thou hear Irene ? Hear but a moment. CARAZA, MAHOMET. Hadft thou heard a moment, Thou might't have liv'd, for thou hadst fpar'd Irene. CARAZA. CARAZA. I heard her, pitied her, and wifh'd to fave her. MAHOMET. And wifh'd-Be ftill thy fate to wish in vain. CARAZA. I heard, and foften'd, till Abdalla brought MAHOMET. Abdalla brought her doom! Abdalla brought it ! HASAN. Abdalla brought it, While fhe yet begg'd to plead her caufe before thee. MAHOMET. O feize me, madness-did fhe call on me! He feiz'd her melting in the fond appeal, Which murder'd innocence that call'd on me. [Exit Mahomet. [Abdalla is dragg'd off. SCENE XIII. MAHOMET, HASAN, CARAZA, MUSTAPHA, MURZA. MUSTAPHA to MURZA. What plagues, what tortures, are in ftore for thee, Behold the model of confunimate beauty, MURZA. Such was the will of heav'n-A band of Greeks That mark'd my courfe, fufpicious of my purpose, Rush'd out and feiz'd me, thoughtlefs and unarm'd, Breathless, amaz'd, and on the guarded beach Detain'd me till Demetrius fet me free. MUSTAPHA. So fure the fall of greatnefs rais'd on crimes, Weak man with erring rage may throw the dart, |