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Show 48 E D W A R D and Yet bold Experience gives me Room to hope. Ofc have 1 ken its vital Touch diffufe }\ew Vigour thro' the poifon'd Streams of Lifea W h e n almoft fettled into dead Stagnation , Swift as a Southern Gale unbinds the Fiood Say, wilt thou trull m e with the Trial, Chriftian. Theald. Thou know'ft, w e have great Reafon for Diftruft ; But Fear in thofe who can no longer hope Where idle andabfurd. Sel. Bright Heaven ! -what Fear ? is there a Slave of fuch Inhuman Bafenefs nurs'd on the fickning Bofom of this Earth, to add frefh Outrage T o a dying Princefs ? for Virtue dying ? Look into my Eye: does one wei\k Ray there fhun thy keeneft Gaze ? Say, do'ft thou there behold fo foul a Bottom ? Theald. N o ; fceming Truth and generous Candour fhine In what thou fay'ft. Come, follow me, good Der. vife. Sel. A Moment yet.- Should Heaven accord Succefs, I have, befides the Life of Eleonora, M y iojur'd Sulcan's wounded N a m e to fave » Whofe Soul abhors the Crime imputed to him. Then let m e be the firft w ho to the Prince Imparts the happy News; that Selim's Honour, Entorc'd by Edward's Joy, may ftrike more deep, With ftrong ConvicYion But of this here-aftet SCENE E L E O N O R A. 49 S C E N E IV. Theald, Selim difguifed, Daraxa. Daraxa. At laft, thro'various Pangs, the dying Princefa Sees the delivering Moment, and demands Thy Prefence, Reverend Chriftian. Theald Dervife, come- Forbid it Heaven this Aid fhould be too late! S$) $MW$$$ SCENE V. I farely know thit Daraxa. Ha! let me think Dervife- 0 my aftonifh'd Fancy !* .can it be ? But in his Looks, methought, I mark'd the Sultan And, as he fhot athwart me, from his Eye Flafli'd the proud Lightning of affronted Virtue. He muft be innocent ; his being here It radiant.Proof he muft O weak Daraxa I What Man of Virtue more would deign to lodge His Image in thy Breaft ? A h ! what availa D Thg |