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Buf. Yes to be sure—Why you don't suspect that all this hue and cry was after me, do you?
Mirz. Oh, 'tis evidentj—rthe fool betrays^himself.
BufsHey! Why, its Mirza, as I'm alive \ , Ko. What said you?
Buf. Why, I said it—it's a mercy I'm alive!—I wish you would not be so snappish.
Ko. Come, follow to the palace.
Buf: To the palace with—,
Ko. A witness, who can swear to the person who just now created this alarm.
Mirz. Ay, he who enter'd that door.
Buf. A witness! what did he see then ?— It's time for me to be off, here's some mischief Jsc,ewing—-O, if I could but turn the tables on my dear friend Korac, and recover my ascendancy in Zembuca's Cabinet, who knows but I may live to be Prime Vizier, after all.. [Exit Buffalo.
Ko. Now then away with speed; near at hand I have provided means that will pass you unquestion'd, unnotie'd, even to Selim's prison.
Mirz/ Which way does it lie} .
Ko. I will conduct you ;—Oh, Mahomet! should the efforts of thy servant in the cause of justice, be successful now, Korac's measure of s^lontept is full, -[Exeunt.
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In the lack a Gallery, about half way up Xhe Wall, with strong bars of iron interwove ' with Spears, het&atkxtrhich stands a Tabled on the nhsrijghtiia grated Entrance in an angular direction from the Gallery to a Column / on the opposite side, Selim is discovered, chain'd—Music— The ^Spear-Guard appears in the Gallery, with Basket, Lamp, &c.—He looks down on SfefciM as he passes—After a pause, Almazaide M seen in the Gallery.
Aim. I can go no further—terror and fatigue oppress me, and I faint, sink. (She leans against the bars). . . f.
(selim starts, and listens).
Ah! I hear the dank of chains—Perhaps' the chains of Selim.
Sel. That voice! my name, too! I could not dream it—'tis she! 'tis Almazaide!
Aim. Selim! O, my dear Selim! let me fly to your release!
Sel. Impossible! My chains are lockYl, the entrance is secured—return, return, I charge you; if you are found endeavouring to assist trie, they will destroy us both.
Aim. When danger threatens Selim, where should Almazaide be found, but sharing his calamity, and striving t» avert it ? No! I will not return; if we may not exist together, at least we'll die so.
Sel. How have you contrived to reach this dreary mansion? Had you accomplices? (
Aim. I had, courage and true faith !—they may befriend me still;—confident, that I could not escape, Zembuca left me in the Harem unattended; I took advantage of the darkness—I have followed the footsteps of the Spear-Guard thro' the mazes of this hideous labyrinth, and—
^ • ~\_Miisic.~\—(Guard appears at entrance, enters, and leaves the Gate ajar while he depbsih Lamp on Table): ^~ J• •;"^
Guard. See, I have brought you some refreshment \ \
Sel. Repose will now refresh me more than food—these chains prevent my sleeping—You have the key, and may release me from their weight.
Guard. I have the key, but, to use it as you require, is not in my orders—(Hangs it on a hook above the Table). :,
Sel. Does compassion interfere with duty? You were taught otherwise, when under my com' mand.
Guard. A brave soldier must not feel compassion., .
Sel. No soldier can be truly brave without it! Guard. Zembuca thinks differently—he may be wrong, but I dare not disobey him.
, r -(While speaking, ke takes the Lamp and hangs it against the column opposite to Seum—Almazaide is seen reaching to the lj£ey» but witkdraius her arm when the Guard turns). •
-~.Come, taste your bread, and eat heartily, while I prepare my mattrass. Ere long, I shaft' be for guard upon the ramparts.
(Music—Guard retires beneath the Gallery, andprepares hismattras—During this, AlMazaide gets one of the Spears, reaches the Key, and drops it into the Jug, Selim observing her).
Guard. (Returning). Come, eat. Sel. I cannot eat, my mouth is dry and feverish. Guard. Then drink—the contents of this jug will comfort yon.
(Music—After giving it, ke goes to the opposite side, and trims the Lamp).
—Has it-jreviv'd you J ,
(selim has taken the Key from the Jug, and unlock'd his Chains).
Sel. Much, much!
(Music—Guard goes to the Door—locks it, and retires to his Couch).
Sel. This key must be return'd. (Aside).
(selim, in reaching to replace the Key, drops the Chains from his gripe, and immediately falls upon them, holding the belt round him. At the same instant, AlmaZaide utters a cry of alarm, and the Guard starts forward—(Pause.) — Advances suspiciously, takes the Jug ttnd Bread, replaces them on Basket, and notices the Key).
Guards All is safe; but I thought—Did pot you hear a noise in the Gallery? ^
Sel. The echo of a creeking door, nothing else.
Guard. A light advancing!—'tis Zembucaj he comes to visit the prison—I must be ready.'"*
Sel. Zembuca! then Almazaide perishes! she cannot pass him,—cannot enter. (Aside): /
(Music—March. As they pass above, the Guard in haste kicks back his maltruss, «.,. e.-jhrows Basket on it, unlocks, and throws „ open the Door; then taking his Spear, - " which he had left against the column, stands as on duty.—At the moment he turns from the Door for the Spear, AlmaZaide darts thr ough it, and conceals her
Guards, Slaves, &c. enter, followed by
Zem. 'Tis well; these chains become a traitor.
Sel. Indeed! then it were fit Zembuca wore them.—Why come to mingle insult with thy cruelty?
Zem. I come to hear a fix'd resolve to what I shall propose—Mark me! Your scatter'd troops, join'd with the rebel army, have sent an insolent demand, that you, their General, be restor'd. Rather than shrink beneath their threats, these towers shall be Zembuca's tomb—sign this paper —betray them to the ambush I have form'd, and life, with liberty, again are yours.
Sel. I will not betray them.
Zem. Remember the alternative—speak!
Sel. Then, thus I answer—For myself, I demand justice; — for Almazaide, liberty; — for your unhappy subjects, mercy /—Render yourself immortal in the affections of your people-— for Time, that crumbles the inscription from a tyrant's monument, will make that indelible, which a virtuous prince impresses on the heart; — a good king's memory will never perish!
Zem. Your fate then is decided; unless these murmuring slaves return to their allegiance, yoa swing a lifeless corse above the battlements! Those who despise Zembuca's clemency, shall learn to fear his hate!—Away! »
fZembuca retires with Guards, Slaves, &c. As Korac exits, Almazaide looks after bim, from the Table, and is observed by cne of the Black Slaves, who lingers behind,