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Show 50 E D W A R DS The light unfounded Love, the treacherous Friend ihip, That, with inhuman Cowardice, gives up A worthy M a n to Infamy and Slander ? They talk'd of Aid what Aid ? [A Cry heard within. Alas ! 'tis paft ! For Death wa* in that Cry » • and now her Soul, Exulting, quits the Coil of this dim World. Severe Misfortune !-~-. If there was a Core, That it fhould come too late ! S C E N E VI. Daraxa, an Officer. Officer. Madam, the Prince, Rous'd by that deathful Cry, from the cold Earth, Where in his Tent he lay, to Grief abandon'd, And told by an Attendant of the Princefs, That fhe this fatal Moment breath'dhcr laft, N o w ruihes hither to indulge his Sorrows. Dar. Unhappy Prince ! I venerate his Tears, And will retire But whither? Rage, Confufion, Defpair and Defolation frown around me !-- I muft find out this Dervife, muft difcorer If he indeed be Selim* i •••.•• -••> Edward comet. SCEN E L E O N O R A , 5* ^mxsssBb^immmsSi . S C E N E VII. Edward. SU is no more! th-iSoul of .very Grace, Of every Virtue ! Tendernefs lttelt : The mitchlefs Eleonora is no more I Where am I ? Heavens ! - A h ! wnat a hideous Is now this World, this blafted World, around me ? .'•".«. O Son I hate thee, I abhor thy Light, That Ihews not Eleonora / liar h, tny Joy, Thy Sweetnefs all is fled, all all ha- made Thy Ways to m e delightful, Eleonora! O Eleonora t perifh'd Eleonora I Pour not fo fail thy Beauties on m y Heart: Ah ! whither (hall. sly from thy Perfea*ons ? Would I could think no more ! What fliall I Where go I what fay ? That Tent! Ah me I that Tent! I dare not enter there. There Death difplaya His utmoft Terrors--Pale and lifelefs, there, She lies, whofe Looks were Love, whofe Beauty fmil'd The fweat Effulgence of endearing Virtue • • And here I laft beheld Her Ay, and how, and how beheld her ! • • •• The remorfelefs Image will hunt m e To the Grave- 1 fee H e r Suffering, With female Softnefs yet to Pain fupsnor, Fearful and bold at once, with the ftrong Ha^ad V 2 Cf |