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Show 64 E D W A R D and Thou gnaw'ft thy quivering Lip A fmother'd M Pa^l0n, ,. RrnV> . What Villainy U Shakes thro' thy Frm- J • Th?^ * fe.r ? • Wert thou not a Thou dar'ft not utter r Wretch, ,. . , r..nj Proteaed by thy Habit, this right Hand Should crulh thee into A w B * - - " ^ « ! a way • G o teil thy Rafter that hold him bag, Bevond the Power of Woras 10 iy Seward fan Acting£o-rd In all the' Gall and Bitternefs of Guilt Grinding the vengeful Steel betwixt his Teeth, Will make the Traitor own it. W [*W,», differing himfelf. Never! itT?on can'ft nor, haughty Momarch ! 1 T ™ tisfcwifii' / this infulted Selim lx y'etdt, ». Day, and will confound thy Paffion. .giw. Thou Selim I Edw. Was ever Guilt fo bold t Sel. Did ever Innoeencedefcend fc> fear ? . Fiw. This bears fome Shew of Honour. Wilt thou then Decide it by the Sword ? Sel, I will do more- ' Edw. H o w more ? to/. Decide it by fuperiorRealon. £Jzf. NoweakEvafions!- to/. If I not convince thee, If by thy felf I a m not ol ton Crime Acquitted, then I grant thee thy Remand. Nay more, yon yicidi* y toll be thine . E L E O N O R A. *5 jpor know, hot Prince, I fhould difdain a Throne, I could not fill with Honour. Were I guilty, I would not tremble at thy threatning Voice; No,'tis m y felf I fear. Edw What mail I think? Sel. Hear but one Wi'njs, and I aik no more, To clear m y Name. The Witnefs is a Woman. Her Looks are Truth * fair uncorruptcd Faith Beams from her £yes. Thou ne'er canft doubt fuch Beauty ; For 'til th' ExprelTion of a fpotlefs Soul. Edw. Curfe on thy mean luxurious Eaflern Arts. Of Cowardice! Thou wouldft fcduce m y Vengea n c e - - But I deteft all Beauty-Barbarous Sultan / Ah/ thou haft murdered Beauty/ thy fell Crime-* Hafte, Glofter, hafte In fight of Camp and City, Prepare the Lifts Now fhow thy felf a Prince, Or dye in fhameful Torture, like a Slave. Sel. I came not hither or to dread thy Wrath, Or court thy Mercy. Gloft Sir, yoa cannot juftly, Refufe him his Demand. The fervent Soul Of undiffembled Innocence, methinks. Ii felt in what he fays. Firft hear this Perfon^ And if fhe gives not full Conviction, then, Have then recourfe to what fhould always be The laft Appeal of reafonable Beings, Brute Force. Edw. Well then, conducts her hither, Sultan.^- (Selim goes out. Ah! my difordered Mind! from Thought to Thought, Uncertain, tofs'd, the Wreck of ftormy Paffion / This Rage a while fupports m e -, but I feel It will defart me foon, and I again Shall fcon reJapfe to Mifery and Weaknefs. OEleonoral little didft thou think, How deeply wretched thy dire Gift of Life Would make me. SCENE |