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Thou nam'st a man beyond a monk's discerning,
Tam. Tis well—I've found the cause that mov'd
Dei: I have but one resort. Now aid me, prophet.
[Aside. Yet I have somewhat further to unfold;
Our prophet speaks to thee in thunder—thus
[The Debvise draws a concealed Dagger, and offers to stab Tamerlane. Tam. No, villain, Heav'n is watchful o'er its worshippers, [Wresting the Dagger from him. And blasts \he murderer's purpose. Think, thou
wretch! Think on the pains that wait thy crime, and tremble
When I shall doom thee
Der, 'Tis but death at last;
And I will suffer greatly for the cause
Tarn. Oh impious!
Keep thy own wicked secret, and be safe!
Mon. Oh, emperor! before whose awful throne Th' afflicted never kneel in vain for justice,
[Kneeling to Tamerlane.
Tarn. Rise, prince,
Mon. One only joy, one blessing, my fond heart
Tarn. I well remember, When, ere the battle join'd, I saw thee first, With grief uncommon to a brother's love, Thou told'st a moving tale of her misfortunes, Such as bespoke my pity. Is there aught Thou canst demand from friendship? Ask, and have it. Mon. First, oh! let me entreat your royal goodness; Forgive the folly of a lover's caution, That forg'd a tale of folly to deceive you. Said I, she was my sister?—Oh! 'lis false; She holds a dearer interest in my soul, She was the mistress of my vows, my bride; By contract mine; and long ere this the priest Had ty'd the knot for ever, had not Bajazet——
Tarn. Ha! Bajazet!—If yet his pow'r withholds The cause of all thy sorrows, all thy fears, E'en gratitude for once shall gain upon him, Spite of his savage temper, to restore her. This morn' a soldier brought a captive beauty, Sad, tho'she seem'd, yet of a form more rare, By much the noblest spoil of all the field; Struck with a pleasing wonder, I beheld her, Till, by a slave that waited near her person, 1 learn'd she was the captive sultan's wife: Straight I forbid my eyes the dangerous joy Of gazing long, and sent her to her lord.
Mon. There was Moneses lost. Too sure my heart (From the first mention of her wondrous charms) Presag'd it could be only my Arpasia.
Tarn. Arpasia! didst thou say?
Mon. Yes, my Arpasia.
Tarn. Sure I mistake, or fain I would mistake thee; I nam'd the queen of Bajazet, his wife.
Mon. His queen! his wife! He brings that holy title To varnish o'er the monstrous wrongs he has done me.
Tarn. Alas! I fear me, prince, thy griefs are just; Thou art, indeed, unhappy
Mon. Can you pity me, And not redress? Oh, royal Tamerlane! [Kneeling. Thou succour of the wretched, Let thy justice Restore me my Arpasia;
Tam. Unhappy, royal youth, why dost thou ask'
Man. Perhaps it has, and like an idle madman,
Tam. Let thy virtue
Mon. Sacred Tamerlane,
Tam. This dull despair
Is nurs'd and bred in sloth, and too much ease;
But if the trumpets echo from afar,
On silken winds sublime he cuts the air,
Scar'd at the noise and clangour of the war. [Exeunt.
ACT THE FOURTH.
Enter Haly and the Dervise.
JIaly. To 'scape with life from an attempt like this, Demands my wonder justly.
Der. True, it may;
Haly. The prophet and our master will reward
Der. Just ent'ring here I met the Tartar general, Fierce Omar.
Haly. He commands, if I mistake not, This quarter of the army, and our guards? E