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There is a father to be found above, Opinions which he hates. To-night the priest,
Zara. Would I had not!
I must obey, all dangerous as it is;
charm'd heart This lore so pow'rful; this sole joy of life; Made it a virtue to be lost in love; This first best hope of earthly bappiness, When, without blushing, I indulg'd my flame, Is ved less pow'rful in my heart than heaven. And every day still made you dearer to me. To him who made that heart I offer it: You taught me, madam, to believe my love There, there I sacrifice my bleeding passion; Rewarded and return'd; nor was that hope, 1 pour before him ev'ry guilty tear;
Methinks, too bold for reason. Emperors Iber him to eflace the fond impression, Who choose to sigh devoted at the feet And fill with his own image all my soul. Of beauties, whom the world conceive their Bat, while I weep and sigh, repent and pray,
slaves, Remurmurance brings the object of my love, Have fortune's claim, at least, to sure success: And ev'r light illusion floats before him. But 'twere profane to think of power in love. I see, I bear bim, and again he charms; Dear as my passion makes you, I decline Flis my glad soul, and shines 'twixt me and Possession of her charms, whose heart's anobearin!
ther's. Ok, all ye royal ancestors! Oh, fatber! You will not find me a weak, jealous. lover, Vitber! You Christians, and the Christians' By coarse reproaches, giving pain to you, God!
And shaming my own greatness: wounded You who deprive me of this gen'rous lover!
deeply, !! you permit me not to live for him, Yet shunning and disdaining low complaint, Li me Dot lise at all, and I am bless'd. I come-to tell you— Sel. Ah! despair not;
Zara. Give my trembling heart Trust your cernal helper, and be happy. A moment's respite. Zara. Why, what bas Osman done, that Osman. Osman, in every trial, shall he too should not?
member Hus beaven so nobly form'd his heart to hale That he is emperor.
Whate'er I suffer, it?
'Tis due to honour that I give up you, Groruds and just, beneficent and brave, And to my injur'd bosom lake despair, Here br but Christian-- What can man be Rather than shamefully possess you sighing, more?
Convinc'd those sighs were never meant for. I wish, methinks, tbis rev’rend priest was come *o free me from these doubis, which shake Go, madam; you are free-from Osman's my soul:
pow'r: *-+ know not why I should not dare lo hope, Expect no wrongs; but see his face no more.
at bear'a, whose mercy all confess and feel, Zara. At last 'tis come — the fear'd, the Wil pardon and approve th' alliance wish'd.
murd'ring moment ways it seats me on the throne of Syria, Is come; and I am curs'd by earth and heaven! in tai my pow'r for these good Christians'
[Throws herself on the Ground. comfort
If it is true that I am lor'd no more; u know'st the mighty Saladine, who first if you –
squer'd this empire from my father's race, Osman. It is true, ny fame requires il; 13like my Osman, charm'd th' admiring It is too true that I unwilling leave you ; world,
That I at once renounce you and adorehew breath, though Syrian, from a Christian Zara, you weep! mother.
Zara. If I am doom'd to lose you! Sel What mean you, madam? Ah, your I must wander o'er an empty world, do not sec
t'nloving and unlov'd. Oh! yet do justice Zara. Yes, yes, I see it all; I am not blind : To the afflicted; do not wrong .me doubly: we my country, and my race condemn me; Punish me, if 'tis needful to your peace, * that, spite of all
, I still love Osman. But say not I deserv'd it. ** me if I bow go throw me at his feet, But, ah! my heart was never known to Osman.
ll him there sincerely what I am? May heav'n, that punishes, for ever hate me, Sel Consider – that might cost your bro- If I regret the loss of aught but you. ther's lise,
Osman. Rise! ne the Christians, and betray you all. What! is it love to force yourself to wound Loro you do not know the noble heart of the heart you wish to gladden? But I find Osman.
Lovers least know themselves; for I believ'd 6-1. I know him the protector of a faith,
That I had taken back the power I gave you; *7 enemy to ours: the more he loves, Yet see! you did but weep, and have resum'd z less will be perniit you to profess
Proud as I am, I must confess one wish Your faithful guards this moment intercepted, Evades my power—the blessing to forget you. And humbly offer to your sovereign eye. Zara, thy tears were form’d to teach disdain, Osman. "Come nearer - give it me- To That softness can disarm it. 'Tis decreed,
Zara!-Rise! I must for ever love; but from what cause, Bring it with speed. Shame on your falt'ring If thy consenting heart partakes my fires,
distance ! Art ihou reluctant to a blessing meant me?
[Advancrs, and snatches the Letter. Speak! is it artifice?
Be honest, and approach me like a subject O! spare the needless pains: art was not made Who serves the prince, yet not forgets the For Zara. Art, however innocent, Looks like deceiving; I abhorrid it ever. Mel. One of the Christian slaves, whom Zara. Alas! I have no art; not even enough
late your bounty To hide this love, and this distress you give me. Releas'd from bondage, sought with heedful Osman. New riddles! Speak with plainness
guile, to my soul;
Unnotic'd to deliver it. Discover'd, What canst thou mean?
Ile waits in chains his doom from your
decree. Zara. I have no power to speak it.
Osman. Leave me. (E.cit Melidor] I tremble, Osman. Is it some secret dangerous to my
as if something fatal state?
Were meant me from this letter. Should I Isit some Christian plot grown ripe against me?
read it? Zara. Lives there a wretch so vile as to Oras. Who knows but it contains some betray you?
happy truth, Osman is bless'd beyond the reach of fear: That
remove all doubts, and calm your Fears and missorlunes threaten only Zara.
heart? Osman. Why threaten Zara?
Osman. Be as 'twill, it shall be read. Zara. Permit me at your feet,
[Opens the Letter Thus trembling. to beseech a favour from you. Fate, be thy call obey 3.-Orasmin, markOsman. A favour! Oh, you guide the will Hell! tortures! death! and woman!-What, of Osman.
Orasmin, Zara. Ah! would to heav'n our duties were Are we awake?-Ileard'st thou?-Can this be umited;
Zara? But this day,
Oras. Would I had lost all sense! for what But this one sad, unhappy day, permit me,
I heard Alone, and far divided from your eye, Has cover'd my afflicted heart with horror. To cover my distress, lest you, too tender, Osman. Thou seest how I am treated. Should see and share it with me: from to- Oras. Monstrous treason! morrow
To an affront like this you cannot, must nol, I will not have a thought conceal'd from you. Remain insensible. You, who but now, Osman. If it must be, it must. Be pleas'd, From the most slight suspicion, felt such pain,
Must, in the horror of so black a guilt, Takes purpose from your wishes; and consent Find' an effectual cure, and banish love. Depends not on my choice, but your
decree: Osman. Scek her this instant-go, Orasmin, Go; but remember how he loves, who thus
fly! Finds a delight in pain, because you give it. Show her this letter : bid her read and tremble: Zara. It gives me more than pain io make Then, in the rising borrors of her guilt,
Stab ber unfaithful breast, and let her die. Osman. And can you, Zara, leave me? Say, while thou strik'st
Stay, stay, return Zara. Alas, my lord.
and pity me. Osman. It should be yel, methinks, too soon Would I were dead ! to fly me;
Would I had died, unconscious of this shame! Too soon, as yet, to wrong my easy faith. Oras. Never did prince receive so bold a The more I think, the less I can conceive
wrong What hidden cause should raise such strange Osman. See here detected this infernal despair!
secret! Now, when her hopes have wings, and every This fountain of her lears, which
heart Is courted to be lively! When I love, Mistook for marks of tenderness and pain! And joy and empire press her to their bosom; Why! what a reach has woman to deceive! To see her eyes through tears shine mystic love! Under how fine a veil of grief and fear Yet, was I blameless? No-I was too rash; Did she propose retiremeni till to-morrow! I bave felt jealousy, and spoke it to her; And I, blind dotard! gave the fool's consent I bave distrusted her-and still she loves : Sooth'd her, and suffer'd her to go!-She parted Gen'rous atonement that! I remark’d, Dissolv'd in tears; and parted to betray me Ev’n while she wept, her soul a thousand times Oras. Could you, my gracious lord! for Sprung to her lips, and long'd to leap to mine,
give my zeal, With honest, ardent ultrance of her love. You would Who can possess a heart so low, so base, Osman. I know it-thou art right—I'll set To look such tenderness, and yet have nonc?
I'll tax her in thy presence; I'll upbraid her Enter Meldon, with ORASMIN.
I'll let her learn-Go-find, and bring her to me Mol. This letter, great disposer of the world! Oras. Believe me, sir, your threat'nings Address'd to Zara, and in private brought,
weak may retire.
What will they all produce but Zara's tears, Had I not seen, had I not read, such proof
seiz'd you? And let some trusty slave convey the letter, What barsh, mysterious words were those I Re-cosid to ber own hand: then shall you
heard ? learn,
Osman. What fears should Osman feel, Spite of her frauds, disguise, and artifice,
since Zara loves him? The firmness, or abasement of her soul. Zara. I cannot live, and answer
to your Osman. 'Tby counsel charms me! We'll
voice about it now.
In that reproachful tone; your angry eye Here, take this fatal letter; choose a slave Trembles with fury while you talk of love. Whom set sbe never saw, and who retains Osman. Since Zara loves him! His tried fidelity-dispatch-be gone.
Zara. Is it possible
[Exit Orasmin. Osman should disbelieve it?— Again, again Kaw whither shall I turn my eyes and steps Your late repented violence returns. The surest way to shun her, and give time Alas! what killing frowns you dart against me! For this discovering trial ?-Ileaven she's here! Can it be kind, can it be just to doubt me?
Osman. No! I can doubt no longer.—You Re-enter ZARA.
[Exit Zara. So, adam! fortune will befriend my cause, And free me from your fetters.—You are met
Re-enter ORASMIN. Masi aptly, to dispel a new-ris'n doubt, Orasmin, she's perfidious, even beyond That daims the finest of your arts to gloss it. ller sex's undiscover'd power of seeming. Unhappy each by other, it is time
Say, hast thou chosen a slave?- Is he inTo end our mutual pain, that both may rest.
structed ? You want not generosity, but love;
Haste to detect her vileness and my wrongs, Vy pride forgotten, my obtruded throne, Oras. Punctually I have obey'd your whole My tatours, cares, respect, and tenderness,
command: cuching your gratitude, provok'd regard; But have you armid, my lord, your injur'd Tuil, by a length of benefits besieg'a,
heart, Your heart submitted, and you thought 'twas With coldness and indifference? Can you hear, love:
All painless and unmov'd, the false one's shame? But you deceiv'd yourself
, and injur'd me. Osman. Orasmin, I adore her more than There is, I'm told, an object more deserving Your lose than Osman: I would know his Oras. My lord! my emperor! forbid it,
heaven! Be just, por trille with my anger: tell me Osman. I have discern'd a gleam of distant *, while expiring pity struggles faint;
hope. Walel bare yet, perhaps, the power to pardon, Now hear me with attention.-Soon as night Ozive up the bold invader of my claim, Has thrown her welcome shadows o'er the And let himn die to save thee. Thou art known.
palace; Iaink and resolve. Wbile I yet speak, re- When this Nerestan, this ungrateful Christian, nounce bim;
Shall lurk in expectation near our walls, Wbile yet the thunder rolls suspended, stay Be watchsul that our guards surprise and seize
him; Lathy voice charm me, and recall my soul, Then, bound in fetters and o'erwhelm'd with 1:at turns averse, and dwells no more on Zara.
shame, Zare. Can it be Osman speaks, and speaks Conduct the daring traitor to iny presence: to Zara ?
But, above all, be sure you hurt not Zara; Lars, cruel! learn that this afficted heart, Mindful to what supreme excess I love. Ilus beart which heaven delights to prove by
[Exit Orasmin. tortures,
On this last trial all my hopes depend. D: it not love, bas pride and power to shun Prophet, for once thy kind 'assistance lend, you.
Dispel the doubts that rack my anxious breast : I kcow not whether heaven, that frowns upon if Zara's innocent, thy Osman's bless'd. [Exit.
me, lias destin'd my unhappy days for yours ;
ACT V. be my fate or bless'd or curst, I swear,
Scene I.-Enter ZARA and SeLIMA. k bodour, dearer ev'n than life or love, Zara. Sooth me no longer with this vain (sveld Lara be buł mistress of herself,
desire; would with cold regard look down on to a recluse like me, who dares henceforth kings,
Presume admission!—The seraglio is shut; ed, you alone excepted, fly 'em all.
Barr'd and impassable, as death to time! hed to this sacred truth, attesting heaven!
My brother ne'er must hope to see me more.I call thy dreadful notice !-If my heart How now! what unknown slave accosts us Lestries reproach, 'tis for, but not from,
here? Osman. Oman. What does she yet presume to
Enter MELIDOR. swear sincerity ?
Mel. This letter, trusted to my hands, reboldness of unblushing perjury!
In secret witness I am wholly yours.
Enter OSMAN and ORASMIN. [Zara reads the Letter. Osman. Swifter, ye hours, move on; m Sel. Thou everlasting Ruler of the world!
fury glows Shed thy wish'd mercy on our hopeless tears; Impatient, and would push the wheels of time Redeem us from the hands of hated infidels, How now? What message dost thou bring And save my princess from the breast of Osman.
[Aside. What answer gave she to the letter sent her Zura. I wish, my friend, the comfort of Mel. She blush'd, and trembled, and grew
pale, and paus'd; Sel. Retire-you shall be calld—wait near Then blush’d, and read it, and again grew pale -go, leave us.
And wept, and smil'd, and doubted, and re [Exit Melidor.
solv'd: Zara. Read this, and tell me what I ought For after all this race of varied passions,
When she had sent me out, and call d m For I would gladly hear my brother's voice.
back, Sel. Say rather you would hear the voice Tell him (she cried) who bas intrusted thee, of heaven.
That Zara's heart is fix’d, nor shrinks at danger 'Tis not your brother calls you, but your God. And that my faithful friend will, at the hou
Zara. I know it, nor resist his awful will; Expect and introduce him to his wish. Thou know'st that I have bound
Osman. Enough; be gone! I have no es oath;
[To the Slave But can I, ought I, to engage myself, Leave me, thou too, Orasmin. Leave me, lil My brother, and the Christians, in this danger? For ev'ry mortal aspect moves my bate: Sel. 'Tis not their danger that alarms your
[To Orasmin fears ;
Leave me to my distraction, [Erit Orasmin Your love speaks loudest to your shrinking soul. Who am I? Heav'n! Who am I? What re This tiger, savage in his tenderness,
solve I ? Courts with contempt, and threatens amidst Zara! Nerestan! sound these words like name softness;
Decreed to join? Why pause I? Perish ZaraYet cannot your neglected heart efface Would I could tear 'her image from my heart His fated, fix'd impression! Zara. What reproach
Re-enter ORAS MIN. Can I with justice make him ?-I indeed Orasmin! Friend! return, I cannot bear Have given him cause to hate me!
This absence from thy reason : 'twas unkind Was not his throne, was not his temple ready? 'Twas cruel to obey me, thus distress'd, Did he not court his slave to be a queen, And wanting power to ibink, when I had lon And have not I declin'd. it?-1 who ought
thee. To tremble, conscious of affronted power! llow goes the hour? Has he appear'd, this rival Have not I triumph'd o'er his pride and love? Perish the shameful sound. This villain Chris Seen him submit his own high will to mine,
tian! And sacrifice his wishes to my weakness? llashe appear'd below? Sel. Talk we no more of this unhappy pas- Oras. Silent and dark sion:
Th' unbreathing world is hush'd, as if it hear What resolution will your virtue take ? And listen’d to your sorrows. Zara. All things combine to sink me to Os nan. Oh, treach’rous night! despair:
Thou lend'st thy ready veil to ev'ry treason, From the seraglio death alone will free me. And teeming mischiefs thrive beneath thy shade I long to see the Christians' happy climes ; Hark! Heard'st thou nothing ? Yet in the moment while I form that prayer, Oras. My lord. I sigh a secret wish to languish here.
Osman. A voice, like dying groans! How sad a state is mine! my restless' soul Oras. I listen, but can bear nothing. All ignorant what to do, or what to wish: Osman. Again! look out-he comesMy only perfect sense is that of pain.
Oras. Nor tread of mortal foot, nor voice Oh, guardian heaven! protect my brother's life,
I hear: For I will meet him, and fulfil his prayer: The still seraglio lies, profoundly plung’d Then, when from Solyma's unfriendly walls, In death-like silence!' nothing stirs – The air His absence shall unbind his sister's tongue, Is soft, as infant sleep, no breathing wing Osman shall learn the secret of my birth, Steals through the shadows to awaken night. My faith unshaken, and my deathless love; Osman, Horrors a thousand times mori He will approve my choice, and pity me.
dark than these, I'll send my brother word he may expect me. Benight my sufforing soul.
Thou dost no Call in the faithful slave. God of my
know, [Exit Selima. To what excess of tenderness I lov'd ber: Let thy hand save me, and thy will direct. I knew no happiness but what she gave me
Nor could have felt a mis’ry but for her! Re-enter Melidor, with Selima.
Pity this weakness-mine are tears, Orasmin. Go-tell the Christian who intrusted thee, That fall rot oft, nor lightly; That Zara's heart is fix’d, nor shrinks at danger; Oras. Tears! Oh, heaven! And that my faithful friend will, at the hour, Oh, my unhappy lord! I tremble for Expect and 'introduce him to his wish. Osman. Do-tremble at my sufferings, ai Away-the sultan comes; he must not find us.
[Exéuni Zarn and Selima. At my revenge too, tremble-for 'tis due,
And will not be deluded.
Osman. Dost thou behold her, slave? Oras. Ilark! I bear
Ner. Unhappy sister! The steps of men along the neighb'ring wall! Osman. Sister! Didst thou say sister? If Osman. Fly! seize him! 'tis Nerestan! Wait
thou didst, no chains,
Bless me with deafness, heaven! But drag him down to my impatient eye. Ner. Tyrant! I did.
[Exit Oras. She was my sister. All that now is left thee, Dispatch-From
distracted heart drain next Enter ZARA and SELIMA, in the dark.
The remnant of the royal Christian blood! Zare. Wbere art thou, Selima ? Give me Old Lusignan, expiring in my arms, thy hand.
Sent his too wretched son, with his last blessIt is so darh, I tremble as I step,
ing; With fears and startings, never felt till now! To his now murder'd daughter! Osman. Damnation !''tis her voice! the well- Would I had seen the bleeding innocent! known sound
I would have liv'd to speak to her in death; That has so often charm'd me into baseness! Would have awaken'd in her languid heart
[Draws a Dagger: A livelier sense of her abandon'd God; herenge, stand firm, and intercept his wishes! That God, who left by her, forsook her too, Reseuge! On whom? No matter: earth and And gave the poor lost sufferer to thy rage. heaven
Ostian. Thy sister! Lusignan her father! Would Hush, should I forhear: now, Zara,
Selima! now! [Drops the Dagger. Can this be true? and have I wrongd thee, I must sot, cannot strike, the starting steel,
Zara? Cowling, flies my hand, and shuns to wound Sel. Thy love was all the cloud 'wixt her her.
and heav'n! Zare. This is the private path; come near- Osman. Be dumb! for thou art base, to er, lead me.
add distraction Are we not notic'd, think'st thou ?
To my already more than bleeding heart. Sel. Fear not, madam;
And was thy love sincere? What then remains ? It cannot now be long, ere we shall meet him. Ner. Why should a tyrant hesitate on murOsman. That word has given me back my
der! ebbing rage.
There now remains but mine of all the blood, [Recovers the Dagger. Which through thy father's cruel reign and Zora. I walk in terror, and my heart fore
llas never ceas'd to stream on Syria's sands. Who's there? Nerestan! Is it you? wel- Restore a wretch to his unhappy race;
Nor hope that torments, after such a scene, Osman. [Stabs her.] This to thy' heart. Can force one feeble groan to feast thy anger.
'Tis not the traitor meets thee, I waste my fruitless words in empty air; Tis the betray'd, who writes it in thy, blood. The tyrant, o'er the bleeding wound he made, Zara. Oh, gracious heaven! receive my Hangs bis unmoving eye, and heeds not me. parting soul,
Osman. Oh, Zara ! And take thy trembling servant to thy mercy. Oras. Alas, my lord, return! Whither would
griet (Ismon. Soul! then revenge has reach'd Transport your gen'rous heart? This Christian thee. I will now
dog Ihaste from this fatal place: I cannot leave her! Osman. 'Take off his fetters, and observe
bom did I strike? Was this the act of love? Sillow me, earth! She's silent! Zara's dead! To him and all his friends, give instant liberty: Ar.d should I live to see returning day, Pour a profusion of the richest gifts ini. show me but her blood ! show me left On these unhappy Christians; and when heap'd joyless,
With vary'd benefits, and charg'd with riches, be a wide, empty world, with nothing round Give 'em safe conduct to the nearest port. me,
Oras. But, sir Fiut penitence and pain : and yet 'twas just. Osman. Reply not, but obey. Hark! Destiny has sent her lover to me, ---nor dispute thy master's last command, To fall my vengeance, and restore my joy. Thy prince, who orders-and thy friend, who
loves thee! Re-enter ORASMIN, with Nevestan. Go - lose no time— farewell — be gone - and Approach, thou wretch! thou more than curs’d!
thou ! come near!
Unhappy warrior-yet less lost than 1itse who, in gratitude for freedom gain'd, Haste from our bloody land, and to thy own hast gir'n me miseries beyond thy own! Convey this poor pale object of my rage. Ttoa heart of hero with a traitor's soul! Thy king, and all his Christians, when they se my commands obey'd ?
hear Oras. All is prepar'd.
Thy miseries, shall mourn 'em with their tears; Osman. Thy wanton eyes look round in Bui, if thou tell'st 'em mine, and tell'st 'em search of her
truly, bose love, descending to a slave like thee,' They who shall hate my crime, shall pity me. **m my dishonour'd hand receiv'd her doom. Take too, this poniard with thee, which my ! where she lies
hand Ver. Ob, fatal, rash mistake!
Has stain'd with blood far dearer than my own;