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Show XY I ill 1 36 M U S T A P H Y. \-A/VV*VP S C E N E III. Solyman Roxolana, Ruftan. Solyman. Prefumptuous flaves Thefe accidents in fuch a flate as this is, B y laws unfix'd, are ever 10 be fear'd, Are often fatal.- This alarming ftorm Is paft, m y love : and tho' the rage of tumults H a s from old time fhook fore our empire's frame, Nay buried monarchs in the general wreck, This laft I can forgive. It fhew'd me plain - T h e foul of Muftapha. With care I watch'd T h ' emations fpringing from his inmoft breaft> There where no art has power: and found the true T o virtue and to me. I know this news, T o her whofe deareft happinefs is mine, W'll be moft welcome. Roxolana. You arejult, m y Lord ; Juft to us both. I triumph ia 4 our joy, A n d wifh it all fincere. Solyman. Long peace, I find, But nurfes dangerous humours up to ftrength, Licence and wanton rage ; -which war alone Can purge away. I will refume m y arms. T h e Perftan, w h o m I deadly hate, muft down- Some flight advantage by his troops obtain'd I fought not there-has fwcli'd his inborn pride Above all equal bounds. But 'ere the fun Lights up another morn, m y power*, ftall hence M U S T A P H A ; 37 T o fcourge that pride. A rou^hr^ feafon now, M y Roxolana, muft divide the hearts, It fhall not change. Roxolana. Mine is not in the power Of time or accident. This faithful bre «ft Will know no hour of joy, till favouring heaven Reftore you, bright with conqueft, to thefe arms. But-is all wed, m y Lord I Solyman. All well! Roxolana Alas ! Solyman. H a .' what alarms thee ? Roxolana. Does m y Lord believe, His lowly handmaid loves him ? Solyman. Moft unkind ! W h y doft thou kneel, and hang upon m y robe ? Roxolana. O Solyman - But wilt thou then forgive T h e W o m a n ' s frftnefs ? thofe prcfaging thoughts T h a t wifh, yet doubt thy fafcty. Solyman. Safety ! what, W h a t wouldft thou fay ? Roxolana. O m a y ray fears be vain / But w h e n m y thought recalls this horrid tamult; Recalls th* unbounded infolence that fpread So faft, and rag'd fo high ; w h e n I ravolve T h e caufe that fpirited thofe factious m e n T o fuch bold outrage can I chufe but w e e p, A n d tremble for thy life I Solyman. M y life » Ruftan Well faid. (aftde Exquifite woman \ Roxolana. Have they not prefum'd O n idle rumors * rumors too that fix The name of murderer on yon here to judge Betwixt you and your fon ? to give you laws i As if the fovereign power was in their hands / And you their flave ! Solyman. H a ! Roxolana-" "-Ruftan I Ruftan. She fpeaksa dreadful truth ! Power is no more* D Aoton* 1 « nrj w 1 1 |