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(By oft repeating instances) to draw
My sword for him: But when he found my soul
Disdain'd his purpose, he more fiercely told me,
That my Arpasia, my lov'd sister's fate
Depended on my courage shown for him.
I had long learnt to hold myself at nothing;
But for her sake, to ward the blow from her,
I bound my service to the man 1 hated.
Six days are past, since, by the sultan's order,
I left the pledge of my return behind,
And went to guard this princess to his camp:
The rest the brave Axalla's fortune tells you.
Tarn. Wisely the tyrant strove to prop his cause
Mon. Let Bajazet
Tarn. Haste, my Axalla, to dispose with safety
My glowing breast, and fires my soul to arms,
Oh, Selima! But let destruction wait.
Are there not hours enough for blood and slaughter?
Sel. Young and unskilful in the world's false arts,
Ax. Is it possible! Hate is not in thy nature; thy whole frame Is harmony, without one jarring atom. Why dost thou force thy eyes to wear this coldness? It damps the springs of life. Oh! bid me die, Much rather bid me die, if it be true
That thou hast sworn to hate me.
Sel. Let life and death
Ax. Oh, name it! say!
Sel. Forego your right of war,
Ax. Impossible! The tumult of the battle,
That bastes to join, cuts off all means of commerce
Sel. Swear then to perform it,
Ax. By the sacred majesty
Worthy my care, since I am lost to thee. [Going.
Ax. I do. Farewell!
Sel. What! and no more! A sigh heaves in my
Ax. Give it way.
Forbids not pity
If it were possible my heart could stray,
Sel. Where is my boasted resolution now?
[Sinking into his Arms.
Alas! Axalla, say dost thou not pity
My artless innocence, and easy fondness?
Oh! turn thee from me, or I die with blushing.
Ax. No, let me rather gaze, for ever gaze, And bless the new born glories that adorn thee;
[Trumpets. This envious trumpet calls,' and tears me from thee—
Sel. My fears increase, and doubly press me now: I charge thee, if thy sword comes cross my father, Stop for a moment, and remember me.
Ax. Oh, doubt not but his life shall be my care; Ev'n dearer than my own
Sel. Guard that for me too.
Ax. O, Selima! thou hast rcstor'd my quiet. The noble ardour of the war, with love Returning, brightly burns within my breast, And bids me be secure of all hereafter.
ACT THE SECOND
The Inside of a Magnificent Tent.
Enter Tamerlane, Axalla, Prince Of Tanais,
Ax. From this auspicious day the Parthian name Shall date its birth of empire, and extend
Ev'n from the dawning east to utmost Tlmle,
Prince. Nations unknown, -''y'.')'llrt ''''
Tarn. It is too much: you dress me Like an usurper, in the borrow'd attributes Of injur'd Heaven. Can we call conquest ours? Shall man, this pigmy, with a giant's pride, Vaunt of himself, and say, " Thus have I done this? Oh, vain pretence to greatness! Like the moon,: We borrow all the brightness which we boast, Dark in ourselves, and useless. If that hand, That Tules the fate of battles, strike for us, Crown us with fame, and gild our clay with honour^ Twere most ungrateful to disown the benefit, And arrogate a praise which is not ours.
Ax. With such unshaken temper of the soul To bear the swelling tide of prosperous fortune, Is to deserve that fortune:
Omar. Honour and fame [Bowing to Tamerlane. For ever wait the emperor: may our prophet •Give him ten thousand thousand days of life, And every day like this. The captive sultan, Fierce in his bonds, and at his fate repining, Attends your sacred will.
Tarn. Let him approach. , T- ,^.^
.e/kccbajazet, and other Turkish Prisoners, in Chains, 'tiith a Guard of Soldiers. .' .*.
When I survey the "'ruSris'bf this field, -