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Show 3 u i l / i<5 M U S T A P H A. Solymon. Enough.-/I croud of thoughts Doubting, difcordant, tumolt in m y breaft, Unfettlingmy refolves-What fhould I think U Sofpicion may enquire, but muft not judge.-. 'Tis now dovotion's hour: invoke we then, T o guide oar councils, that unerring Mind Whofe goodnefs guards the majefty of Kings • Whofe jnftke each dark thought to judgment briog,. T?JS End of the Firji A8. A C T M U S T A P H A . i7 A C T II. S C E N E I. Muftapha, Achmet, Heli> Ofman, Soldiers. Muftapha, at the door of the tent, to the foldiers mujfvpo , ^ ^^ followed butt* MY friends and fellow-foldiers, I accept V n plers'd, thefe kind expreffions of your love ; A . meant in honor of our common Lora, WsSrtbo. y i grace hi. fon. But leave m e now, And each attend his duty Helt, go, Watch near Emir a ; bid her be of comfort. S^lltoweU. Good O/man, find »1 * * J $ M y Zanger: I would meet him here Oh Achmet. Faithful inftruaor of my youth in arms, Thefe fhouts, this honeft transport of thea*my, That had been mufic in the front of battle, Is difcord here / Achmet. N o w by fair fate and honor ! I felt my heart fpring high within m y bofom, And anfwer to th' effufions of their joy. Their fhouts, their acclamations fwell d to panion. Muftapha. Ah, friend thefe acclamations will undo me ! Achmet. What fays m y Prince ? Muftapha. For thofe, whom fovcreign power Beholds with jealous eye, to be belov'd Is to be guilty ! 4ctmef |