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Show ,8 E D W A R D^ But a black View of Infamy and Horror ! What is the Loft of Life to Loft of Virtue !- A fid yet how can this heavenly Spark be loft c N o 'Virtue burns with an immortal Hlame. H e is belv'd -fome Villain has abas d him. Theald. I honour, Madam, this your virtuous But that the Sultan did employ th' AfTaffin Is paft all doubt-Behold the falfe Inftrutfions, By which he gain'd Admittance. [Giving her 1 the Letter the Tnnce had dropt. Dar Ha ' - ' T i s fo ! His Hand \ his Seal ! -From my deteftiog I tear him thus for ever ! Penfli, Selim I Perifh the feeble Wretch, who more bewails him ! That were to fhare his Guilt ! Unhappy Princefs ! _A ; N o w let m e turn m y Soul to thy A Affiance ' There is a Cure, 'tis true Eleo. A Cure, Daraxa I O lay, what Cure ? Dar. N o ; it avails not, M r d a m ; None can be found to rifque it. Eleo. None to rifque it ? Quick tell m e what it is, m y dear Daraxa ! Dar. T o find fome Perfon, that, with friendly May draw'the Poifon forth ; at leaft, its Rage And mortal Spirit. This will bring the Wound Within the Power of Art : bat certain Death Attends the generous Deed. Eleo. Then hear me, Heaven ! Prime Source of Love ! Ye Saints and Angels, bear me! I here devote m e for the beft of Men, Of Princes and of Husbands. On this Crols Ifeal the cordial V o w : confirm it Heaven And grant roe Courage in the Hour ol 1 nai. Tbeoll E L E O N O R A * 19 Theald. O Tcndernefs unequal'd / rinr Glorious Princefs! Eleo. Go, Theald, quickly find the Earl of Glofter, And with him break this matter to the Prince. As for the Perfon, leave that Task to me. I with Daraxa will your Call attend ; O all ye Powers of L O Y C , your Influence lend. The End of the Firji Alt. B . ACT |