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Show 4^ E D W A R D and S C E N E II. Theald : He opens and looks on the Difpatches* Awful Heaven / Great Ruler of the various Heart of M a n / Since thou haft rais'd m e to conduct thy Church ' Without the bafe Cabal too often pradis'd, Beyond m y Willi, m y Thought, give me the Lights, The Virtues which that facred Truft require!: A loving, lov'd, unterrifying Power, Such as becomes a Father ; humble Wifdom ; Plain primitive Sincerity ; kind Zeal, For Truth and Virtue rather than Opinions And, above all, the charitable Soul Of healing Peace and Chriftian Moderation.-- The Dervife comes. SCENE HI. Theald, Selim difguis'd as a Dervife. Theald. With me, what would'ft tbou, Dervife f Sel. The Princefs Eleonara iivcs fhe ftill \ Theald E L E O N O R A. 47 Theald. She lives, and that is all. Sel. Allah be praiYd ! Then lives the Honour of the brightning N a me Of Saracen "and Muffulman. Theald. H o w , Dervife \ What can wipe out the Horror of this Deed ? Sel. A holy Man's Humanity fhall cancel The favage Fury of an impious Bigot. But, Chriftian Iman, lead xxe to the Princefs. For know, a Dervife, who, amid the Rocka Of Cedar-fliaking Lebanon, beheld Twelve hundred Moons compleat their pale Career j And who by Fafting, Meditation, Prayer, And filent Converfe with inftrutfive Nature, Had from his inward Eye and peaceful Heart, Purg'd off the Mift and Turbulence of Paffion : This venerable Dervife, not confin'd T o the ftill Tranfports of una&ive Virtue, Felt a warm Zeal to ferve his Fellow-Creatures j And to his pious Search the Grace waa given Of finding out a Remedy for Poifon. Nor can it come too late, while wand'ring Life Yet, with faint Impulfe, ftirs along the Veins. Theald. Ha ! Dervife, art thou fure of what thou fay'ft I Sel. Yes. He himfelf confign'd it to m y Care. The powerful Juice of Plants, for which he fcal'd The tufted Cliff, and o'er the Torrent hung; The Balm of Mountain.Herbs, where the grofa Soil Bat little mixes, temoer'dSun and D ew And not to thofe of his own Faith, alone, He this, from narrow Charity, bequeath'd ; J&J1?*£ ^e Gift of b°™teous Nature, rL ? K/r e c l y g° t0 a11 h « Sons. £ven in the laft hxtremiry, tho' call'd * *y *he fierce Angel who compels the Dead, |