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Show 46 M U S T A P H A. A few year, longer, load m e with the fin* And blood of thoufand* i Shake an empire's peace, Tjnbin£e its frame, and rend it 15^A%ttS*ili heterrible I Zanger. T h e crime i» their* who force you into On them lione, the rapine, that lh.llI wafte, T h e flame, that fhall devour, our fields, our towns, T h e blood that fliall be/pilt, tor ever reft,. Vet more ; a Prince', life » not bi. own , N o t "or himfelf, he live, for human race. Thi, oniverfal duty to your kind Cancel* all private bond.. T h e future Mid, or w o e of Million., you were born to, rule, H^riSfe*Vwi^nder T h e glorious counfel whtch I muft not take. N o end i. noble where the mean, are bafe What? violate allegiance, duty, nature} W a d e on thro" cruelty, rebelhon, rum I Thfttb^a^Jl^ ^ve caufe to Mef. A iovercign, thus extalted ( - No, my friend ; Heaven means Not me its inftrument of good. If bu* by ways like thefe I muft effect it. Brother -farewel : I leave the world with joy, Leaving it thee ! Zanger. O cruel -godlike friend ! Canft thou refolve on death; And bid m e live? ,, f Muftapha. Yce, live, m y brother, live to bleft Shcwmwo*oVing nationi what a Monarch »•* {& M U S T A P H A. 47 Heaven's true Vicegerent, whofe fnperior fool, Rais'd high above the tyrant'sfellifh poorneff, Pants but for power of doing good, rejects A H power of doing ill; who makes no war But to revenge his people's wrongs; no peace' But wh3tfecures their fafety ; courts no fame But from their happinefs: a parent he, The public parent; they not flaves, but fons. Zanger. Thou fhalt not go. This moment yet remains ; Perhaps the l a f t - - Does friendfhip plead in vain ? Yet if thine ear ii deaf to Zanger's call-* Think of Emiral think of her, m y brother, T o whom thy foul has wedded all its wifhes I Canft thou abandon her } Be deaf to love ? the pleading voice Of love, and youth, and beauty, Defpairing, dying in thy death ? Muftapha. A h friend. What haft tho u done? W h y doft thou found m y heaxt, T o fhew m e I am man ? frail, fearful mar. ? Why, Zanger, haft thoa brought to light a weaknefs,, I would have kept in darknefs from all eyes ? Even from myfelf ? or wept in filence o'er it, M y laft unconquerable fondnefs ? Zanger. See ?• • She comes. What grace, whatnoblefweetnefsfhines, Victorious, in her opening fpring of charms * Muftapha. O go, m y brother; ieave m e to m y felf; M y heart runs over with paflion, nor can be^r Even a friend's eye fhould read its tender follies. SCENE |