SCENE XII Hasan, Caraza, Mahomet, Mustapha, Murza, ABDALLA MURZA Forgive, great sultan, that, by fate prevented, I bring a tardy message from Irene. 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 The queen requested-Wretch, repeat the mes sage; And, if one varied accent prove thy falsehood, Or but one moment's pause betray confusion, Those trembling limbs-Speak out, thou shiv'ring traitor. The queen requested MURZA MAHOMET 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 Hasan and Caraza. Ye blind, officious ministers of folly, Could not her charms repress your zeal for murder? CARAZA Your fierce impatience forc'd us from your presence, MAHOMET What hadst thou lost, by slighting those commands? MUSTAPHA Great is thy woe! But think, illustrious sultan, MAHOMET Robb'd of the maid, with whom I wish'd to triumph, Success and conquest now are empty sounds, 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 dayHew down, ye guards, those vassals of destruction, [Pointing to Hasan and Caraza. Those hounds of blood, that catch the hint to kill, Bear off, with eager haste, th' unfinished sentence, And speed the stroke, lest mercy should o'ertake them. 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. MAHOMET And wish'd-be still thy fate to wish in vain. CARAZA I heard, and soften'd, till Abdalla brought MAHOMET 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 begg'd to plead her cause before thee. MAHOMET O, seize me, madness-Did she call on me! I feel, I see the ruffian's barb'rous rage. He seiz'd her melting in the fond appeal, And stopp'd the heav'nly voice that call'd on me. Which murder'd innocence that call'd on me. SCENE XIII HASAN, CARAZA, Mustapha, Murza MUSTAPHA to MURZA What plagues, what tortures, are in store for thee, Thou sluggish idler, dilatory slave! Behold the model of consummate beauty, MURZA 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. MUSTAPHA So sure the fall of greatness, rais'd on crimes! Weak man, with erring rage, may throw the dart, |