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Show £8 E D W A R D and His chief Aim, he fays, in {looping to follicite Peace, Was from the Chains of Infidels to fave me. What / was it then to refcue me he fent, Be*iea h an all-rever'd and facred Name, B neah the Shelter of his Hand and Seal, A murdering Wretch, a facrilegious Bigot, To ftab at once the gallant Prince of England, And Moufol Faith ? nay, with a poifon'd Dagger (Such his inhuman Cowardice) to ftab him ? So well, 'tis true, hejudg'd, the Chnliian Prince • Hid now been mingled with the barmiefsDead j If his bright Princefs, glorious Eleonora, Had not redeem'd his dearer Life with her. You heard in what Extremity fhe lies. Go, tell, the Tyrant t h e n - - O Heaven and Earth / O Vanity of Virtue f that Daraxa Should e'er to Selim fend fo fell a MefTage-- I will fupprefs its Bitter n e f s - - Yet tell him, this Crime has plac'd eternal Bars be-twixt us. See my laft Tear to L o v e - - Arabian Wilds ihall bury 'raidft their Rocks the loft Daraxa. Away / Gloft. Behold they bear this way tbe Princefs, Once more to tafte the Sweetnefs of the Sun, E're yet to mortal Light Ihe bid farewel. SCENE E L E O N O R A. 39 ikWSS^S^ S C E N E V. n„**a Theald, Edward, Eleonora borne Eleonora^ entering. A Uttle °* * %££' in" £ cooling Air. Bear me, my Friends, in They call, they urge me hence-Yes, I obey. Bat forgive me, Heaven/ f ^ i l h Pai», With Agonies, I tear my fool fro™ Htt^ Edw. Heavens / what I fufter /-now rny pia M tive Voice Shoots Anguifh thro my Soul / „ Eleo. Some Power unfeen--- -. fThy Hand, my £^ar*i-fame dark Power u& feen C 4 |