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Show 8 M U S T A P A A, S C E N E III. Solyman Ruftan. polyman. What a Scene Of folemn mockery is all human grandeur ! Thus worfhip'd, thus exalted by the btcath Of adulation, are m y paffions (ootb'd ? M y fecret pangs afTuag'd r* The peafant hind, W h o drives his camel o'er the burning wafte, With heat and hunger fmote, knows happier dayt, And founder nights than I. Ruftan. H e feems diilurb'd. Solyman. M y couch is grown a bed of thorns : fleeps, That fhould repair frail nature, weigh her down With vifionary terrors. This fad dream, Not fuch as fancy in her fhadowy workings Amufive raifes and deftroys at will> W a s on m y brain with deep imprefiure ftruck ; It feem'd the band of fome nighNhovering power, That meant to warn me. ^Ruftan I Rulfan. Health, m y Lord, And ever-growing honors 1 Dares your Have, Your trueft fervant, ask what care invades His Sovereign's peace of mind ? Solyman Vizir, I blufh T o think illufions of the dark have power T o move m e thus Yet, wherefore, night by night, A m i thus vifited with horrid fhapei A.nd M U S T A P H A. And omens of impending ill ? Ruftan. Grant, heaven, That in fuch warnings be not fhadow'd forth- Pardon m y zeal th' unwelcome truths that oft Alarm our ears, of dark and deep defigns, Thro* all thofe bounds where Muftapha prefides Solyman Ha / Vizir whieheV would'ft thoa iead m y thought ? Ruftan. I know the perilousnicenefs of thistheme; Tis cloath'd with death .- and I am as a man W h o walks the fummit of a fearful cliff, Each motion hazards falling ; And that fall I Is fate inevitable. Solyman. Thou art fafe. When dutyfpeaks, its very error claims t> a Pa r d o n : ie dcferves appiaufe. Ruftan. What may not youth, m y Lord, impetu. ous youth, p ** By factious armies heated and inflam'd, «y ftrong ambition feaver'd into phrenzv, P>efume to dare ? Impatient of controuJ, l w o o^r o fPe u rnat heaven itfelf, would fcale the Of him, the facred Power, who gave it beine TubtTh°U ^^ arr°US'd ^ f°uK *nd if ' who Vms ent'ir~7hitwra tyranr'« ™™* : tfigisTT e carl Awa>'f u ch A n/i r rcs thc monarch in the father ; And love of one preferves him juft to both. Hi. - A J So m a y ic Cvcr be • A n d you deferve Hi moft devoted fervice. For his fake, TS KC t h r°J 3l1 the ™ l " °f ' O ^ cnilom Tha_ buries in the dark feraglio's round, ' R ^ J s ! P< at Cautioosdiftance, fon or brother X ; ; ] T ge and «* w- • aa'fm»». True : m y heart 8 3 Bit |
