excites admiration, but neither pity, nor delight. The Arpasia of Mrs. Siddons has, indeed, the power of inspiring a degree of horrible wonder in the dying scene; when, dropping down dead at the Sultan's feet, she gives, by the manner and disposition of her fall, such assurance of her having suddenly expired, that an auditor of a lively imagination casts up his eyes to Heaven, as if to catch a view of her departed spirit. Rowe, after sending many a hero and heroine to their graves, by various untimely ends, died himself peaceably in his own bed, in the year 1718, aged forty-five. The following lines, from this tragedy, seem exactly to describe that joyful fortitude which he professed to experience in his dying moments; and which, probably, he anticipated when he wrote them. Nor has my soul "One unrepented guilt upon remembrance, "To make me dread the justice of hereafter; "But standing now on the last verge of life, 66 Boldly I view the vast abyss, eternity, Eager to plunge, and leave my cares behind." TAMERLANE. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I. Before TAMERLANE'S Tent. Enter the PRINCE OF TANAIS, ZAMA, and MIRVAN. Prince. Hail to the sun! from whose returning light The cheerful soldier's arms new lustre take, friends! To deck the pomp of battle. Oh, my Zam. Our Asian world, From this important day expects a lord; Prince. Late in the evening, A slave of near attendance on his person 'Scap'd to our camp. From him we learn'd, the ty rant, With rage redoubled, for the fight prepares; (Love, as 'tis thought, for a fair Grecian captive) [Flourish of Trumpets. Enter TAMERLANE, GUARDS, and other ATTENDANTS. Tam. Yet, yet a little, and destructive slaughter Shall rage around, and mar this beauteous prospect; Pass but an hour, which stands betwixt the lives Of thousands and eternity. What change Shall hasty death make in yon glitt'ring plain? Oh, thou fell monster, war! that in a moment Lay'st waste the noblest part of the creation, The boast and masterpiece of the great Maker, That wears in vain th'impression of his image, Unprivileg'd from thee. Health to our friends, and to our arms success, [To the PRINCE, ZAMA, and MIRVAN. Such as the cause for which we fight deserves! Prince. Nor can we ask beyond what Heav'n bestows, Preventing still our wishes. See, great sir, The universal joy your soldiers wear, Omen of prosp'rous battle. Impatient of the tedious night, in arms Watchful they stood, expecting op'ning day; From darting on the foe. Tam. Yes, prince, I mean to give a loose to war. This morn Axalla, with my Parthian horse, Arrives to join me. He, who, like a storm, Swept, with his flying squadrons, all the plain Between Angoria's walls and yon tall monntains, Enter AXALLA, who kneels to TAMERLANE. Ax. My emperor! My ever royal master! Enter SELIMA, MONESES, Prisoners; GUARDS, This earnest of your fortune. See, my lord, Tam. This is indeed to conquer, And well to be rewarded for thy conquest; : Sel. Most renown'd in war, [Kneeling to TAMERLANE. Look with compassion on a captive maid, Though born of hostile blood; nor let my birth, Derived from Bajazet, prevent that mercy . Which every subject ofi your fortune finds. |