IRENE. Unutterable anguish ! Guilt and Despair, pale spectres, grin around me, SCENE X. ABDALLA, HASAN, CARAZA. ABDALLA, aside. Safe in her death, and in Demetrius' flight, HASAN to CARAZA. Does not thy bosom (for I know thee tender, CARAZA. Her piercing cries yet fill the loaded air, ABDALLA. Frame your report with circumspective art: Inflame her crimes, exalt your own obedience; But let no thoughtless hint involve Abdalla. CARAZA. What need of caution to report the fate Or why should he, whose violence of duty Has sery'd his prince so well, demand our silence ? ABDALLA. Perhaps my zeal, too fierce, betray'd my prudence; CARAZA. From his escape learn thou the pow'r of virtue ; Nor hope his fortune, while thou want'st his worth, HASAN. The Sultan comes, still gloomy, still enraged, SCENE XI. HASAN, CARAZA, MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA, ABDALLA. MAHOM ET. Where's this fair trait'ress? Where's this smiling mis chief, Whom neither vows could fix, por favours bind ? HASAN. Thine orders, mighty Sultan! are perform❜d, MAHOMET. Your hasty zeal defrauds the claim of justice, Just as the rack forc'd out his struggling soul, MUSTAPHA. His breath prolong'd but to detect her treason, Decreed to perish in Irene's chamber ! There had she lull'd me with endearing falsehoods, Clasp'd in her arms, or slumbʼring on her breast, And bar'd my bosom to the ruffian's dagger. SCENE XII. HASAN, CARAZA, MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA, MURZA, ABDALLA. MURZA. Forgive great Sultan! that, by fate prevented, MAHOMET. Some artful wile of counterfeited love! MURZA. The queen requested that a chosen troop MUSTAPHA. The Greek Demetrius! whom th' expiring Bassa Declar'd the chief associate of his guilt! MAHOMET, A chosen troop-to intercept-Demetrius- traitor. The queen requested MURZA. МАНОМЕТ. Who? the dead Irene ? Was she then guiltless! has my thoughtless rage Ye slaves of cruelty, ye tools of rage, [To Has. and [Car. Could not her charms repress your zeal for murder? Could not her pra y'rs, her innocence, her tears, Suspend the dreadful sentence for an hour? One hour had freed me from the fatal error! One hour had sav'd me from despair and madness. CARAZA. Your fierce impatience forc'd us from your presence, MAHOMET. What hadst thou lost by slighting those commands? Thy life, perhaps-Were but Irene spar'd, Well if a thousand lives like thine had perish'd; Such beauty, sweetness, love, were cheaply bought With half the grov'ling slaves that load the globe. MUSTAPHA. Great is thy woe! But think, illustrious Sultan, Rush to the war, display thy dreadful banners, MAHOMET. Robb'd of the maid with whom I wish'd to triumph, Those groves, whose shades embower'd the dear Irene, 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. CARAZA. Then hear, great Mahomet, the voice of truth. MAHOMET. Hear! shall I hear thee! didst thou hear Irene? Hear but a moment. CARAZA. MAHOMET. Hadst thou heard a moment, Thou might'st have liv'd, for thou hadst spar'd Irene, CARAZA. I heard her, pitied her, and wish'd to save her. МАНОМЕТ, And wish'd-be still thy fate to wish in vain. CARAZA. I heard, and soften'd, till Abdalla brought МАНОМЕТ. Abdalla brought her doom! Abdalla brought it! The wretch, whose guilt, declar'd by tortur'd Cali, My rage and grief had hid from my remembrance: Abdalla brought her doom! HASAN. Abdalla brought it, While yet she begged to plead her cause before thee. |