War is the province of ambitious man, Tam. [Raising her.] Rise, royal maid! the pride Pays homage, not receives it, from the fair. Yet, though our frowning battles menace death Sel. Where shall my wonder and my praise begin! Let thy beauty's safety in whose glad eyes, Be my Axalla's care; Worthy our knowledge ? Ax. This brave man, my lord, [To AXALLA. [Pointing to MONESES. With long resistance held the combat doubtful. His party, press'd with numbers, soon grew faint, And would have left their charge an easy prey; Whilst he alone, undaunted at the odds, Though hopeless to escape, fought well and firmly; Nor yielded, till o'ermatch'd by many hands, He seem'd to shame our conquest, whilst he own'd it. Tam. Thou speak'st him as a soldier should a soldier, Just to the worth he finds. I would not war [TO MON ESES. Why art thou, then, a friend to Bajazet? Man. If human wisdom Could point out every action of our lives, Tam. The brave meet every accident With equal minds. Think nobler of thy foes, Mon. Far, far from that: I rather hold it grievous Or ill-bought freedom, when I swear by Heav'n! It should be Tamerlane. Tam. A noble freedom Dwells with the brave, unknown to fawning sycophants, And claims a privilege of being believ❜d. I take thy praise as earnest of thy friendship. I was, when not long since my fortune hail'd me, Bless'd to my wish, I was the Prince Moneses; Tam. Ev'n that! that princly tie should bind thee to me, If virtue were not more than all alliance. Mon. I have a sister, oh, severe remembrance! Our noble house's, nay, her sex's pride; Nor think my tongue too lavish, if I speak her Fair as the fame of virtue, and yet chaste As its cold precepts; wise beyond her sex And blooming youth; soft as forgiving mercy, Yet greatly brave, and jealous for her honour: Such as she was, to say I barely lov'd her, Is poor to my soul's meaning. From our infancy, There grew a mutual tenderness between us, Till, not long since, her vows were kindly plighted To a young lord, the equal of her birth. The happy day was fix'd, and now approaching, When faithless Bajazet (upon whose honour, In solemn treaty given, the Greeks depended) With sudden war broke in upon the country, Secure of peace, and for defence unready. Tam. Let majesty no more be held divine, Since kings, who are call'd gods, profane themselves. Mon. Among the wretches, whom that deluge swept Away to slavery, myself and sister, Then passing near the frontiers to the court, (Which waited for her nuptials) were surpris'd, And made the captives of the tyrant's pow'r. Soon as we reach'd his court, we found our usage Beyond what we expected, fair and noble: "Twas then the storm of your victorious arms Look'd black, and seem'd to threaten, when he press'd me (By oft repeating instances) to draw My sword for him: But when he found my soul Tam. Wisely the tyrant strove to prop his cause I could as well restore that fair one's freedom, Back to thy arms: till that be past, since war Mon. Let Bajazet Bend to his yoke repining slaves by force; Tam. Haste, my Axalla, to dispose with safety Thy beauteous charge, and on the foe revenge The pain which absence gives; thy other care, Honour and arms, now summon thy attendance. Now do thy office well, my soul! Remember Thy cause, the cause of Heav'n and injur'd earth. O thou Supreme! if thy great spirit warms My glowing breast, and fires my soul to arms, TANAIS, ZAMA, MIRVAN, and ATTENDANTS. Ar. The battle calls, and bids me haste to leave thee; Oh, Selima!But let destruction wait. Are there not hours enough for blood and slaughter? When in thy father's court my eyes first own'd thee, Sel. Young and unskilful in the world's false arts, I suffer'd love to steal upon my softness, And warm me with a lambent guiltless flame: But, oh! 'tis past; and I will charge remembrance 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 Wait the decision of the bloody field; |