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Has dealt among mankind, (so many widows
Baj. Make thy demand to those that own thy pow'r,
Tarn. Well was it for the world,
Canst thou believe thy prophet, or, what's more,
Baj. Thou pedant talker! ha! art thou a king
Tarn. Causeless to hate, is not of human kind:
Baj. Can a king want a cause, when empire bids Goon? What is he born for, but ambition? It is his hunger, 'tis his call of nature, The noble appetite which will be satisfy'd, And, like the food of gods, makes him immortal. . ..•J
Tarn. Henceforth I will not wonder we were foes, Since souls that differ so by nature, hate, And strong antipathy forbids their union.
Baj. The noble fire, that warms me, does indeed
Tim. No—for I think like man.
As form'd for her destruction.
Tis true, I am a king, as thou hast been:
Baj. Prophet, I thank thee:
Damnation!—Couldst thou rob me of my glorj,;;'
To dress up this tame king, this preaching deryisef*
Unfit for war, thou shouldst have liv'd secure
In lazy peace, and with debating senates
Shar'd a precarious sceptre, sat tamely still, t\
And let bold factions canton out thy pow'r,
And wrangle for the spoils they robb'd thee of;
Whilst I (curse on the pow'r that stops my ardour !)
Would, like a tempest, rush amidst the nations/.,;/
Be greatly terrible, and deal, like Alia.
My angry thunder on the frighted world.
Tarn. The world!—'twould be too little for thy pride: .■
Thou wouMst settle Heav'n'
Biij. I would :—Away! my soul Disdains thy conference.
Tam. Thou vain, rash thing,
That, with gigantic insolence, hast dar'd
Baj. 'Tis false! I am not fall'n from aught I have
Tam. Almost beneath my pity art thou fall'n; Say, what had I to expect, if thou hadst conquer'd?
Baj. Oh, glorious thought! By Heav'n I will en-
Tam. Well dost thou teach me
Baj. Do it, and rid thy shaking soul at once
Tam. Hadst thou an arm To make thee fear'd, thou shouldst have prov'd it on me,
Amidst the sweat and blood of yonder field,
When, thro' the tumult of the war I sought thee,
Fenc'din with nations.
That fated us to different scenes of slaughter!
Oh! could my sword have met thee!
Tam. Thou hadst then,
As now, been in my pow'r, and held thy life
Dependent on my gift—Yes, Bajazet,
I bid thee, live.
Nay more; couldst thou forget thy brutal fierceness,
And form thyself to manhood, I would bid thee
Live, and be still a king,
This royal tent, with such of thy domestics
As can be found, shall wait upon thy service;
Nor will I use my fortune to demand
Hard terms of peace, but such as thou may'st offer
With honour, I with honour may receive.
With scorn the mercenary world regard,
[Exeunt all but Bajazet and Omar
Baj. Come, lead me to my dungeon; plunge me down Deep from the hated sight of man and day, Where, under covert of the friendly darkness, My soul may brood, at leisure, o'er its anguish.
Omar. Our royal master would with noble usage, Make your misfortunes light: he bids you hope— Baj. I tell thee, slave, I have shook hands with hope, And all my thoughts are rage, despair, and horror.
[Exit Omar. Ha! wherefore am I thus ?—Perdition seize me! But my cold blood runs shiv'ring to my heart, The rage and fiercer passions of my breast Are lost in new confusion.
Enter Haly and Arpasia.
Haly. Oh, emperor! for whose hard fate our prophet And all the heros of thy sacred race Are sad in paradise, thy faithful Haly," The slave of all thy pleasures, in this ruin, This universal shipwreck of thy fortunes, Has gather'd up this treasure for thy arms: Nor ev'n the victor, haughty Tamerlane, (By whose command once more thy slave beholds
thee) Denies this blessing to thee, but, with honour, Renders thee back thy queen, thy beauteous bride.
Baj. Oh ! had her eyes, with pity, seen my sorrows, Had she the softness of a tender bride, Heav'n could not have bestow'd a greater blessing. And love had made amends for loss of empire. But see, what fury dwells upon her charms! What lightning flashes from her angry eyes! With a malignant joy she views my ruin: