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There is a father to be found above, Opinions which he hates. To-night the priest, Who can restore that father to his daughter. In private introduc'd, attends you here; · Zara. But I have planted pain in Osman's You promis'd himn admission. bosom:
Zara. Would I had not!
I must obey, all dangerous as it is;
charni'd heart This love so pow'rful; this sole joy of life; Made it a virtue to be lost in love; This first best hope of carthly happiness, When, without blushing, I indulg'd my flame, Is yet 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 thai liope, ! pour before him ev'ry guilty tear; Methinks, too bold for reason. Emperors I beg him to efface 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 But, while I weep and sigh, repent and pray,
slaves, Remembrance brings the object of my love, Have fortune's claim, at least, lo sure success: Ind ev'ry light illusion floats before bim. But 'twere profane to think of power in love. | see, I hear him, and again he charms; Dear as my passion makes you, I decline Fills my glad soul, and shines 'twixt me and Possession of her charms, whose heart's anoheav'n!
ther's. Oh, all ye royal ancestors! Oh, father! You will not find me a weak, jealous lover, Mother! 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, If you permit me not to live for him, Yet shunning and disdaining low complaint, Let me not live at all, and I am bless'd. I come-to tell youSel. Ah! despair nol;
Zara. Give my trembling heart Trust your eternal helper, and be happy. A moment's respite. Zara. Why, what has Osman done, that Osman. Osman, in every trial, shall he too should not?
member lias beaven so nobly form'd his beart to hale That he is emperor. Whate'er I suffer, it?
'Tis due to honour that I give up you, Gen'rous and just, beneficent and brave, And to my injur'd bosom take despair, Were be but Christian-- What can man bc Rather than shamefully possess you sighing; inore? Convinc'd those sighs were
never meant for I wish, methinks, this rev'rend priest was come To free me from these doubts, which shake Go, madam; you are free-from Osman's
pow'r : Yet know not why I should not dare to hope, Expect no wrongs; but see his face no more. That heav'n, whose mercy all confess and feel, Żara. At last 'tis come
the fear'd, Will pardon and approve th' alliance wish'd.
murd'ring moment Perbaps il seals me on the throne of Syria, Is come; and I am curs’d by earth and heaven! To tax my pow'r for these good Christians
[Throws herself on the Ground. comfort.
If it is true that I am lor'd. no morc; Thou know'st the mighty Saladine, who first If you Conquer'd this empire from my father's race, Osman. It is true, my fame requires it; Wbo, like my Osman, charm'd th’admiring It is too true that I unwilling leave you; world,
That I at once renounce you and adoreDrew breath, though Syrian, from a Christian Zara, you weep! mother.
Zara. If I am doom'd to lose you! Sel. What mean yon, madam? Ah, you If I must wander o'er
empty world, do not see
Unloving 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. I see my country, and my race condemn me; Punish me, if 'tis needful to your peace, I see that; spite of all, I still love Osman. But say not I deserv'd it. What if I now go throw me at his feet, But, ah! my heart was never known to Osman. And tell 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 life,
Osman. Rise! Expose the Christians, and betray you all. What! is it love to force yourself to wound Zara. You do not know the noble heart of the heart you wish to gladden? But I find Osman.
Lovers Icast know themselves; for I believ'd' Sel. I know him the protector of a faith,
That I had taken back the power I gave you; Sworn enemy to ours: the more he loves, Yet see!
you did but weep, and have resum'd The less will be permit 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 sofiness can disarm it. 'Tis decreed,
Zara!-Rise! I must for ever love; but from what cause, Bring it with speed. Shame on your flatt'ring If thy consenting heart partakes my fires,
distance ! Art ihou reluctant to a blessing meant me?
[Advancıs, 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 abhorr’d 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. Discoverd, What canst thou mean?
He waits in chains bis doom from
decree. Zara. I have no power to speak it.
Osman. Leave me. (Exit Melidor] I tremble, Osman. Is it some secret dangerous to my
as if something fatal state?
Were meant me from this letter. Should I Is it 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 may remove all doubts, and calm your Fears and misfortunes 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 d.–Orasmin, markOsman. A favour! Oh, you guide the will tell! tortures! death! and woman!-What, of Osman.
Orasmin, Zara. Ah! would to heav'n our duties were Are we awake ?--Heard'st thou ?-Can this be united:
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, las 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!
To an affront like this you cannot, must not, I will not have a thought conceald 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,
and consent Find an effectual cure, and banish love. Depends not on my choice, but your decree: Osman. Seek her this instant-go, Orasmin, Go; but remember how be 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 to make Then, in the rising horrors of her guilt,
Stab her 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 yet, 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 detecied this infernal despair!
secret! Now, when her hopes have wings, and every This fountain of her tears, which my weak wish
heart Is courted to be lively! When I love, Mistook for marks of tenderness and And joy and empire press her to their bosom; Why! wbat 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 retirement till to-morrow! I have 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! forSprung to her lips, and longd to leap to mine,
give my zeal, With honest, ardent uttrance of her love. You would Who can possess a heart so low, so base, Osman. I know it-thou art right-I'll see To look such tenderness, and yet have none?
I'll tax her in thy presence; I'll upbraid her; Enter MELIDOR, with ORASMIN:
I'll let her learn-Go-find, and bring her to me. Mel. This letter, great disposer of the world! Oras. Believe me, sir, your threat'nings, Address'd to Zara, and in private brougbt,
you feel it.
What will they all produce but Zara's tears, Had I not seen, had I not read, such proof To quench this fancied anger? Your lost heart, of her light falsehood as extinguish'd doubt, Seduc'd against itself, will search but reasons I could not be a man, and not believe her. To justify the guilt which gives it pain: Zara. Alas, my lord! what cruel fears have Rather conceal from Zara this discovery;
seiz'd you? And let some trusty slave convey the letter, What harsh, mysterious words were those I Re-closd to her own band : then shall you
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. 'Thy 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 yet she never saw, and who retains Osman. Since Zara loves him! His tried fidelity-dispatch—be gone.
Zara. Is it possible
[Ě.xit Orasmin. Osman should disbelieve it?—Again, again Now 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 ?- Heaven 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, madam! fortune will befriend my cause, And free me from your fetters.—You are met
Re-enter ORASMIN. Most aptly, to dispel a new-ris'n doubt, Orasmin, she's perfidiqus, even beyond That claims the finest of your arts to gloss it. ller sex's undiscover'd power of seeming. Inbappy 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, My pride forgotten, my obtruded throne, Oras. Punctually I have obey'd your whole My favours, cares, respect, and tenderness,
command: Touching your gratitude, provok'd regard; But have you arm'd, my lord, your injur'd Till, by a length of benefits besieg’d,
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 deceivd yourself, and injur'd me. Osman. Orasmin, I adore her more than There is, I'm told, an object more deserving Your love than Osman: I would know his Oras. My lord! my emperor! forbid it,
heaven! Be just, nor trifle with my anger: tell me Osman. I have discern'd a gleam of distant Now, while expiring, pity struggles faint ;
hope. While I have yel, perhaps, the power to pardon, Now hear me with attention.—Soon as night Give up the bold' invader of my claim, as thrown her welcome shadows o'er the And let him die to save thee. Thou art known.
palace; Think and resolve. While I yet speak, re- When this Nerestan, this ungrateful Christian, nounce him;
Shall lurk in expectation near our walls, While yet the thunder rolls suspended, stay Be watchful that our guards surprise and seize it;
him; Let thy voice charm me, and recall my soul, Then, bound in fetters and o'erwhelm'd with That turns averse, and dwells no more on Zara.
shame, Zara. Can it be Osman speaks, and speaks Conduct the daring traitor to iny presence: to Zara?
But, abore all, be sure you hurt not Zara; Learn, cruel! learn that this afflicted heart, Mindful to what supreme excess I love. This heart which heaven delights to prove by
[Exit Orasmin. tortures,
On this last trial all my hopes depend. Did it not love, bas pride and power to shun Prophet, for once thy kind assistance lend, you.
Dispel the doubts thai rack my anxious breast : I know not whether heaven, that frowns upon if Zara's innocent, thy Osman's bless'd. [Exit.
me, Has destin'd my unhappy days for yours ;
ACT V. But, be my fate or bless'd or curst, I swear, SCENE I.--Enter ZARA and SELIMA.By honour, dearer ev'n than life or love,
Zara. Sooth me no longer with this vain Could Zara be but mistress of herself,
desire; She would with cold regard look down on to a recluse like me, who dares henceforth kings,
Presume admission!--The seraglio is shut; And, you alone excepted, fly 'em all.
Barr'd and impassable, as death to time! And to this sacred truth, attesting heaven! My brother ne'er must hope to see me more. I call thy dreadful notice !- If my heart Hów now! what unknown slave accosts us Deserves reproach, 'tis for, but not from,
here? Osman. Osman. Wbat! does she yet presume to
Enter MELIDOR. swear sincerity ?
Mel. This letter, trusted to my hands, reOh, boldness of unblushing perjury!
In secret witness I am wholly yours.
Enter Osman and ORASMIN. [Zara reads the Letter. Osmun. Swifter, ye hours, move on; my 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 haled 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? Zara. I wish, my friend, the comfort of Mel. She blush'd, and trembled, aud
pale, and paus'd; Sel. Retire-you shall be calld—wait near Then blush'd, and read 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 called me For I would gladly hear my brother's voice.
back, Sel. Say rather you would hear the voice Tell him (she cried) who has 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 hour,
Zara. I know it, nor resist his awful will; Expect and introduce him to his wish. Thou know'st that I have bound my soul by Osman. Enough; be gone! I have no ear oath;
[To the Slave. But can I, ought I, to engage myself, Leave me, thou too, Orasmin. Leave me, life, 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, [Evit Orasmin. Your love speaks loudest to your shrinking soul. Who am I? Heav'n! Who ain 1? What reThis tiger, savage in his tenderness,
solve I? Courts with contempt, and threatens amidst Zara! Nerestan! sound these words like names softness;
Decreed to join? Why pause I? Perish Zara-
Re-enter ORAS MIN.
This absence from thy reason : 'twas unkind,
thee. To tremble, conscious of affronted power! llow goes the hour? Hlas he appear'd, this rival? Have not I triumph'd v'er his pride and love? Perish the shameful sound. This villain ChrisSeen him submit his own high will to mine,
tian! And sacrifice his wishes to my weakness? Tias he appear'd below? Sel. Talk we no more of this unhappy pas
Oras. Silent and dark sion :
Th' unbreatbing world is bush'd, as if it heard What resolution will your virtue take? And listeo'd to your sorrows. Zara. All things combine to sink me to Osman. 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 mischiess ibrive beneath thy shade. I long to see the Christians' happy climes ; Ilark! 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. À voice, like dying groans ! How sad a stale is mine! my resiless soul Oras. I listen, but can
nothing. All ignorant what to do, or what to wish: Osman. Again! look out-he conies-My 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 bis prayer: The still seraglio lies, profoundly plung'a 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 more He will approve my choice, and pity me.
dark than these,
Nor could have felt a mis’ry but for her!
Oras. Tears! Oh, heaven!
Osman. Do-tremble at my sufferings
[Exeuni Zara and Selima. Al my revenge too, tremble—for 'tis due,
And will not be deluded.
Osman. Dost thou behold her, slave? Oras. Hark! I bear
Ner. Unhappy sister! The steps of med 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.
[Erit Oras. She was iny sister. All that now is left thee,
Dispatch-From my distracted heart drain nexi Enter ZARA and SELIMA, in the dark.
The remnant of the royal Christian blood! Zara. Where art thou, Selima? Give me Old Lusignan, cxpiring in my arms, thy hand.
Sent his too wretched son, with his last blessIt is so dark, I tremble as I slep,
ing, With fears and startings, pever 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 charmd me into baseness! Would have awaken'd'in her languid heart
[Draws a Dagger. A livelier sense of her abandon'd "God; Revenge, stand firm, and intercept his wishes! That God, who left by her, forsook her too, Revenge! On whom? No matter: carth and And gave the poor lost sufferer to thy rage. heaven
Osman. Thy sister! Lusignan her father! Would blush, should I forbear: now, Zara,
Selima! now! [Drops the Dagger. Can this be true? and have I wrongd thee, I must not, cannot strike, the starting steel,
Zara? Inwilling, flies my hand, and shuns to wound Sel. Thy love was all the cloud 'twixt her her.
and heav'n! Zara. 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 bas 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 Zara. I walk in terror, and my heart fore
Ilas never ceas'd to stream on Syria's sands. Who's there? Nerestan! Is it you? 0 wel- Restore a wretch to bis 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 his unmoving eye, and heeds not me. parting soul,
Osman. Oh, Zara! And take thy trembling servant to thy mercy. Oras. Alas, my lord, relurn! Whither would
grief Osman. Soul! then revenge has reach’a Transport your gen'rous heart? This Christian. thee. I will now
dog Haste from this fatal place: I cannot leave her! Osman. Take off his felters, and observe Whom did I strike? Was this the act of love? Swallow me, .earth! She's silent! Zara's dead! To him and all his friends, give instant liberty: And should I live to see returning day, Pour a profusion of the richest gifts Twill show me but her blood! show me left On these unhappy Christians; and when heapid joyless,
With vary'd benefits, and charg’d with riches, h a wide, empty world, with nothing round Give 'em safe conduct to the nearest port. me,
Oras. But, sir But penitence and pain, and yet 'twas just. Osman. Reply not, but obey. Hark! Destiny bas sent her lover to me, Fly-nor dispute thy master's last command, To fill my vengeance, and restore my joy. Thy prince, who orders--and thy friend, who
loves thee! Re-enter ORASMIN, with NERESTAN. Go-losc, no time --- farewell -- be gone -- and Approach, thou wretch! thou more than curs'd!
thou ! come near!
Unhappy warrior-yet less lost than 1Thou who, in gratitude for freedom gain'd, Hlaste from our bloody land, and to thy own Hast gir'n me miseries beyond thy own! Convey this poor pale object of my rage. Tbou heart of hero with a traitor's soul! Thy king, and all his Christians, when they Are 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, Whose love, descending to a slave like thee,' They who shall hate my crime, shall pity me. From my dishonour'd hand receiv'd her doom. Také too, this poniard with thee, which my See! where she lies--
hand Ner. Oh, falal, rash mistake!
Ilas stain'd with blood far dearer than my own;