Thou wouldst scale Heav'n-- Tam. Thou vain, rash thing, That, with gigantic insolence, hast dar'd And mate with pow'r almighty: Thou art fall'n! At least my soul resolves to keep her state, Tho' but in fancy; imagination shall Make room to entertain the vast idea. Oh! had I been the master but of yesterday, I would have taught thy neck to know my weight, I would have cag'd thee, for the scorn of slaves, Till thou hadst begg'd to die; and ev'n that mercy I had deny'd thee. Now thou know'st my mind, And question me no farther. Tam. Well dost thou teach me What justice should exact from thee. Mankind, 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, Baj. Curse upon the stars That fated us to different scenes of slaughter! As now, been in my pow'r, and held thy life I bid thee, live. Nay more; couldst thou forget thy brutal fierceness, This royal tent, with such of thy domestics Hard terms of peace, but such as thou may'st offer Baj. Ha! say'st thou-no-our prophet's vengeance If thou shalt buy my friendship with thy empire. Give me again my chains, that I may curse thee, Be a vain fool, and play with thy perdition, Tam. Be still my foe. Great minds, like Heav'n, are pleas'd in doing good, Virtue still does 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, And all my thoughts are rage, despair, and horror. Enter HALY and ARPASIA. Arpasia!-Haly ! Haly. Oh, emperor! for whose hard fate our prophet And all the heros of thy sacred race (By whose command once more thy slave beholds thee) Denies this blessing to thee, but, with honour, Even beauteous in her hatred, still she charms me, And awes my fierce tumultuous soul to love. Arp. And dar'st thou hope, thou tyrant! ravisher! Where lost Arpasia's wrongs stand bleeding fresh, The pain of life, to call for justice on thee: verse, And muster all the woman in thy soul; Goad me with curses, be a very wife, That I may fling off this tame love, and hate thee. Enter MONESES. [Starting.] Ha! Keep thy temper, heart; nor take alarm At a slave's presence. Mon. It is Arpasia !-Leave me, thou cold fear. Sweet as the rosy morn she breaks upon me, And sorrow, like the night's unwholesome shade, Is this thy faith? Mon. Why does thy frowning brow Put on this form of fury? Is it strange We should meet here, companions in misfortune, Nor shouldst thou wonder that my sword has fail'd Couldst not stand up against his dreadful battle. That crush'd thee with its shock. Thy men can witness, Those cowards, that forsook me in the combat, Baj. Notis false; Where is my daughter, thou vile Greek? Thou hast Pale with thy fear, didst lose her like a coward; Mon. Ha! saidst thou, like a coward? Hast thou put on, to guard thee from my rage, And know me for thy lord Mon. I tell thee, tyrant, When, in the pride of power, thou sat'st on high, Baj. Brav'd by this dog! Now give a loose to rage, And curse thyself; curse thy false cheating prophet. Ha! yet there's some revenge. Hear me, thou christian! Thou left'st that sister with me:-Thou impostor! Thou boaster of thy honesty! Thou liar! But take her to thee back. Now to explore my prison-If it holds Another plague like this, the restless damn'd (If Mufties lie not) wander thus in hell; |