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Show 6 MUSTAPHA. Could raife it to more height. He doats upon u Beyond all vulgar paflion. Age but ftrengthenj And each new day adds fervour to its warmth/ But as this great defign requires much paufe And gradual machination ; I, at times, H a v e thrown oot hints, iofinuations, doubts Some dark and diftant, fome more plain and near A n d from fuch fruitful feeds is fpringing up A harveft to our hopes. The Sultan now, Declining to th' infirmities of age, Is Iapfing to its vices ; qnick diftruft, Umbrage at rifing excellence, but chief At fignal fame in arms. H e fears his fon ; A n d in the hearts of Kings, by years made gloomy. From fear to hate the progrefs is not flow. What fays m y friend ? Mufti. N o w , by the Prophet's tomb, T h e happy news is gladnels to m y foul. I hate the ftripling- Ruftan. Hark / T h e Sultan's v o i c e - - H e leaves his coach. I muft attend him here, You, haften to th' apartment of the Kmprefj. Be wife, be fecret ; what fhe gives in order. Obey without referve. T h e daily form O f folemn falutation now begins; Fram'd to remind him what a Monarch is, And what he once muft be. M U S T A P H A. & W \sBfc' SCENE S C E N E II. Tbe lack Scene opening, difcoversthe Sultan's pavilion. befitting ; Officer* and Slaves around him. Firft Officer, behind the throne. The fragrant health Of morning when it fhines; the gentle calm Of evening when its dewy fhades defcend, Repofe on Solyman and make his breaft A paradifcoffweets. T o him, the King Of Kings, the Lord of weft and eaft, belong Juftice and mercy ; to chaftife all vice, And to reward all virtue. Second Officer on the left. Yet this Prince, This firft of Monarchs, mighty, and renown'd, Shall die ! fhall die I fhall die ! Third Officer on the right. Praife be to him W h o lives for ever. Solyman riftng. Leave m e - - Bj SCENE |