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Ebra. A drum! (In terror, looking through

the Lattice).—Ah! I see guards approaching.

Buf. Guards!—Oh lord!

Mirz. Guards! be silent; no doubt in search of that fool Butfardo—'tis no affair of ours. I must hasten to the boat—Come, wife, 'tis a clear night, and you shall along with me. Be sure you lock the door,—fast bind, safe find, they say; -—so, stick to the old proverb.

(^During the latter speech, Mirza places the Poniard in his Belt—throws the Bag over his shoulder, and is assisted eagerly by Ebra, who glances her eye round the room, in search of the object of the^r alarmThey go out,' and loch the &>or).

[The Drum heard at intervakSf**

Bif (After attempting to open the door, advances). Fast bind, fast find—blocks and bowstrings! they'll find me! Oh, Mahomet! if you ever took pity on a miserable Mussulman, now's your time—they are coming this way—coming for my ears! perhaps, for my head ! Oh, if I could but transfer my punishment with my place, howgladly would 1 deliver up the seals of office!

[Loud knockMusic] (buffardo rushes up the StairsThe latticework of the IVindow and Door are forced, with a crashHasem enters with Guards—By his direction, they separate in search—-tyhilelhc examines the Apartment, Buffardo drifts across the IPindow). « •"" ' 7 ''

Has. (Seeing him rise and run), He escape^ 1 (Guards enter). FoHow, foHowto the bridge; (They rush after in pursuit). °[ *' .

..4. [Music, hurrying and expressive,']

SCENE II.;

The Shore beneath the Walls of the Fortress— Platform, with a Watch-towerThe Water-gate of the Fortress in the middle rfwtance, beyond which, other parts of tlie BuildingA bright Moon-lightA Sentinel on Guard.After Symphony, which commences as . the Scene is disclosed,

Voice* Piano.

Pull away, pull away! Ihe stream is deep;

But labour once over, I soundly sleep; • *

Pull away, pull away! the tide to save;

My bark must fly swift o'er the rippling wave,

. ... [korac appears on the Walls, J ,*.•-*>,

Sent. Who's there f Ko. A friend.

Sent. The word?' "_ r"

Ko. Zembuca!

.«..,• . >:

(MusicThe Relief entersGuard is relieved, during which tfteBoat has approached the ShoreAs the Relief departs, 730' the Boatman's Song is resumed in a louder strain). -•' .. ,. _'

My voice shall keep time to the murmuring tfaT,
My song be re-echoed from shore to shore;
And gaily I'll cut thro' the sparkling foam,
And the moon-beams will light me in safety home.

jf<k Tig the signal! Tis Mirza! Once past trie Sentinel, he is safe. .. ....

• One stanza of the Boatman's Song omitted after the first representation.

[The Boat appears behind the Platformi] All is yet well—he lands—advances.

fMiBZA appearsAs tlw Sentinel makes a turn on the Parade, he observes him).

Sent. How's this! a stranger beneath the walls! Stand! who are you} , Mirz. A friend.

Sent. What are you? .. -j

Mirz. A fisherman. i; (

Sent. What have you there?
Mirz. The produce of my labour.
Sent. I must see it.
Mirz. Impossible.
Sent. How!

Mriz. The Officer of the Janissaries told me I might pass unmolested.

Sent. Indeed! then you know the watch-word —Let me hear it.

Mirz. The watch-word! S'death I I know it not—Korac forgot to apprize me. .„••.. ^ •

Sent. The word, I say! . • »

Ko. Zembuca, (From the Wall),(mirza looks around amazed).

Sent. What said you?

Mirz. Didn't you hear.? Zem—Zembuca —
Sent. Right—you may pass,

(mirza observes Korac, who leaves, the- Wfdl— A shot is heard without, repeated at a distance Drum, at the sound of which, the Sentinel runs out.Mibza throws the Netting wef: the Battlement, and ascends tlie wall, tlifs Net serving as a ladderAs he draws it. after him, Bufpabdo ruslies across the Stage, looking bach in terror, as if pursued. As the Guards enter, Mirza having drawn up the Net, disappears from the wall, and the Music which has acconpanied the preceding Action, bursts into the following)

CHORUS*

Follow, follow, follow near,
J The Tash intruder must be here;
Conceal'd in dusky shade he lies—
Escape is vain; the traitor dies!

Follow, follow, follow, now
The Outlaw to his fate must bow;
Success will soon reward our pains,
And his reward be death or chains.

Follow, follow!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

(Within the Walls,'—Steps of rough stone-work running up to the left, as leading to the Rampartsa small, but heavy and deep Portal seen in the Wall, the whole exhibiting marks of decay, but great strength.The report of a musket heard, and Bupfabdo instantly darts thro* the door, and secures it after kirn).

[Music]

Buf lam just in time—I heard the gullet whiz dose to my head !—A purse-bearer never ran so fast before—'I have sprairi'd my back jumping from Mirza's cock-loft, and have been httnted' like a badger, by a pack of—If that damned fellow with the long whiskers had fiVd a mdment sooner, I should have had it.—'Tis well I sectored a retreat,—bot^ if I don't see Zerhbuca, and explain this; blunder before I'm caught by one »f'these savages^ t shall be strangled by mistake—Hey!" <•

Chorui omitted after the first representation, owing- to the length of the piece.'

Korac enters.Buffardo /z'^ens in terror.

Ko. Not here !—I heard the guard in loud confusion on the shore,—if they should take him, he'll hang alive, food for vultures.. ,

Buf . O Lord!

Ko. What noise? I heard him !—he must have passed the wall—this way, perhaps.

Buf. Hang'd alive!—food for vultures! what's to be done? If 1 stir, I'm lost—if I stay, I'm found directly—Another !-.—it's all over.

Enter MrKZA.

Mirz. The murmuring of the breeze deceived me, or I heard his voice, he couldn't have left this spot—Now, my good poniard, IiWayvrieed thy service.

Ko 'Tis he! I was not mistaken, {advancing, MiRZA. lifts his poniard).—Hold! 'tis thy friend!

(At this moment, Bufpardo being on the ground between Korac and Mirza, he

exclaims), . . .. .

Buf. Hold! hold, I beseech you-—I'll take it as a particular favor. Oh! Korac, my dear friend —I never was so glad to be a dear friend in' all my life.

Ko. Buffardo here!

Buf. Aye, I am here,—I wish I was any where else—I'm on the look-out for the rascal that has just past the wall. ,»

Mirz. Indeed I (Again raising his poniard).

Buf Now don't—don't flourish that spitefullooking thing about. ,

Ko. You I—you in search oferr- li,;

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