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Show 44 M U S T A P H A. S C E N E VII. Muftapha, Zanger. Zanger. •&ow they tear im Nature and friendfhip ! bofom ? H o w wound m y inmoff, foul ? Muftapha What means my brother ? ^ange'"™ ™ WhaC *aS ™*« thi, M Muftapha. Be it fo. Life is beneath m y Care f nor can I wifh T o «rear ,t longer, if a father deem* me Unworthy top3rraitc the common beffin-, A H creatures fhare in "' «£a"ser f- M"/^ha', no more. Imi'f/« V a " ° n ia h«ven's eldeft law, Impreft upon our nature with our life It wh'n oguf;hona o Ufe " "T"'8 t0 his reaf°» : TTi.:1>;Ue:u't;r^'at uuc d deaDd ftab'd "> a," i° c,ncoantfr violence w h h force ^ M g ^ V f t - force, ray jgjr, ftall , fa Againft the facred life that gave him being ? In M U S T A P H A . 4, In me, refiftance would be parricide : Thar guilt I dread ; I cannot fear to die. Zanger. Fly then : Prevent th' euormoas guilt of others By timely flight. Muftapha. And fo avow the crime M y foes would fix, in Allies blacknefs, on me ? Such cowardice were treafon to m y felf. Think, Zanger, for us both. Zanger. What can I think, But thai you charm th' unhappy breaft you wound \ O Muftapha I Yet can your virtue bear T o fee our father ftain himfelf with blood? T h e blood that Nature, Honour, Bid him fpare ? H e is no more The Monarch, Europe, Afia, Have trembled at. His amorous Wealcneft grows to dotage : And hat robb'd him of himfelf. Slave to a woman'i will I would forget Ihe gave me birth • Xnd to a minifter, tamihar with All guilt j behold his fword, That fkould be drawn for juftice, Turn'd to murder ! T o perpetrate th' offence it fhould revenge ! And will not you by honeft flight prevent His fin and fhame? prevent ;he fnre reproach That muft defcend for ever on his name? T h e brand of murderer ? Muftapha Zanger, fhouldT fly J-. N o other choice \% mine I moft unfheachethe all-devouring fword. " Tnen what enfues ? revolt, Inteftine brojis, th^ baneful train Ol cr;mei and miferies that wait on war. Shall I, good heaven I T o breathe this idle air |