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Show 22 M U S T A P H A. ~*^'~ ll ^yj^jj - ^ 3^1 S C E N E IV. Muftapha, Zanger. Zanger. ' Muftapha I Muftapha. Zanger I Zanger. Brother of m y love O greatly, dearly welcome / Muftapha. O h m y Zanger I M y heart has ficken'd to transfufe it felf Into thy faithful bofom. Friendfhip mourn'd, And found himfelf unbleft for want of thee, T h o u foul of tcndernefs, to wake anew His holy flame, and light it into rapture. Zander. O more than brother / O my nobler fell 1 I fwear by honour, by the facred inftinct Thai nature kindled in m y infant breaft, That tafte improv'd, and reafon makei immortal ; M y foul that languifh'd for thee, finds her powers Reftor'd to health and vigor in thy prefence ; Kor more refrefhing are the dews of heaven T o Araby'w dry defart, than tome T h y fight and wiih'd return/ Muftapha. M a y fame renounce A n d fcorn rny name, if I not prize thy love Beyond renown ; beyond th* applauding fhouti O f myriads in the lawrei'd front of war. Zanger. Q thou hall: iir'd'my foul 1 thy voice re- The days of glory, when I trac\J thy fteps Thro' honour's rugged paths to nob.e danger T': -f M U S T A P H A. ^3 The watch by night - the weary march by day j The battle's open rage ; the dark affault, Where unknown perils dwelt $ the fum of toils, That fameimpofes, and ambition courts ! Muftapha. Ah, Zanger-thofe bleft days are fled for ever / Zanger. What fays m y Frisnd ? Muftapha. Alas ! I am no more That brother of the war, whofe honeft name Thy partial love has iavifhly adorn'd. 'Zanger^ in m e thine eyes behold a flave, Difgrac'd I difarm'd ! Zanger. O m y prefacing heart / The Vizir Muftapha. He. Zanger. Blue plagues upon him / - y e s , I have of late, I have obferv'd his vifage O'ercaft with dark fevere ; his fpeech ambiguoai, Broken, and fhifring quick, or paufing fhort. Even when he taik'd no more, fell mischief lour'd HA nodw bcoodueldd ifna ihri sH ofniloe n>cre .th iBnku,t hIi st hhoeulglh-tb onront .ar ts Took aim at you ? It is not, cannot be. Our father loves you to your worth's extent : Then who dares be your foe ? Muftapha. I have not learnt By what pernicious tales the Sultan's ear Hath been abufed: nor can thy plainnefs think Thy honeft foul, what arrows of the dark Clofe Hatred fhoots with ,• various, fecret, fudden. And fatal every fhafr. Some three moons paft, A prefent of delicious fruit was brought me, The firft and faireft of the bounteous year j Seafon'd with complements of high regard, And profer'd love. I bade the bearer tafte What feem'd moft exquifite. 'Twas fure m y genius T,hat gave the ftrong alarm. Th'unwary fhve Ate freely -But, O heaven! the lightning's fatti Scarce fwifter kills. His ghaftly eye-balls roll'd ; Convulfioas ftoox hh frame-~he groan'd; he died I C Z £xpjr 4 s |