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Show IO MUSTAPHA. Difdain'd thofe narrow forms which low fufpkon, T h inglorious policy of mean foul'd men, H a d rlnd^'d reverend to our barbarous world ; £ h e d with fcorn by wifer nation, round us W h o m reaion and difcernment have enlarg d With tiobler views, And polifh'd into honor. * Ruftan. A zeal well meant, Tho' icidifcreet, the King Will fure forgive.- But does this Con approve T h e breach of antient cuttom- > » Ineachinit*nce? There may be novelties-- Solyman. What would'ft thou fay ? Rufian £*' r fince the time inhuman Tamerlane, In lauizet'x infulted Queen, difhonor'd T h e m-jelty of empire, future Sultans Havefhunn'd ;be marriage-tie. Solyman, Solyman nas not .• Superior to tnat cowariice of pride, Which made it a itate-rnvxim-Buf fay, who, What flave of mire fo l»ghtly holus his lite As but to murmur at it / Rufian. All good fubje&s Applaud your a £ with duteous veneration. Fair Roxolana even adorns the name, T h e honor'd name fhe wears. T h e Prince too, Sir, Is valiant, noble, rich in manly virtues, - A n d with thefe virtues, loyal Bat h* P « « - Solymnn. His pride !-away-he does not, darei Confutn!^^Tme I He muft approve my a6t Beafon Wpir'd, and honor boafts it done She merits Vnore than pomp and\*™*l™«* Even all that love in his unbounded fondneis, Inventive to beftow with tafte and grace, Can find to crown the idol of his vow.- I(jft M U S T A P H A. ii I lofe my felf in fondnefs - S a y , I wifh A moment's converfe with her. i>*ay. * n* letters, What fay they of my fon ? Will he obey M y ordei ? Does he come to vindicato His queftion'd loyalty ? Ruftan. T o all but that M y letters fpeak at large, and high extoll His gentle manners, popular behavior, And tqual ufe of delegated fvvay. Solyman. M y mandate was cxprefs and abloiutc . And I expect him here, ere yonder orb Has meafur'd half its courfe-But fhould he fail-- That popular behaviour, priz'd fo high* M a y coft him dear / - M y Roxolana comes. I would be left alone. SCENE IV. Roxolana, Solyman. Roxolana- Alas, my Lord, Thro' thofe fevere regards you dart around you, Methinks I read fome difcontented thought. Ah fljould it point oo m e ! Solyman. M y Roxolana \ That fear is vain, is cruel to us both. N o anger, no diftafte can dwell with love, W ith love like ours, ennobled into friendship, That, while it fooths, invigorates the heart: Union of wifhes, harmony of wills, B 4 Blended |