ZAPOLY A. SCENE I. Front of a Palace with a magnificent Colonade. On one side a military Guard-house. Sentries pacing backward and forward before the Palace. CHEF RAGOZZI, at the door of the Guardhouse, as looking forwards at some object in the distance. CH. RAG. MY eyes deceive me not, it must be he. Lo! e'en this eager and unwonted haste But agitates, not quells, its majesty. My patron! my commander! yes, 'tis he! Call out the guards. The Lord Kiuprili comes. B Enter RAAB Drums beat, &c. the Guard turns out. KIUPRILI. R. KIUP.(Making a signal to stop the Drums, &c.) Silence! enough! This is no time, young friend! For ceremonious dues. The summoning drum, Th' air-shattering trumpet, and the horseman's clatter, Are insults to a dying sovereign's ear. Soldiers, 'tis well! Retire! your General greets you, His loyal fellow-warriors. CH. RAG. [Guards retire. Pardon my surprise. Thus sudden from the camp, and unattended! What may these wonders prophecy? R. KIUP. Tell me first, How fares the king? His majesty still lives? CH. RAG. We know no otherwise; but Emerick's friends (And none but they approach him) scoff at hope. R. KIUP. Ragozzi! I have rear'd thee from a child, And as a child have rear'd thee. Whence this air Of mystery? That face was wont to open Clear, as the morning on me, shewing all things. CH. RAG. O most lov'd, most honor'd, The mystery, that struggles in my looks, |