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Show If I .1/ ^ I'" 38 MUSTAPHA, Zanger. Then ftrike here : I a m th*-criminal. Roxolana. T h y folly is ; T h y milky foftnefs uuinform'd, unwarrn'4 By brave ?mbition. Z a ^ r . Rather fay, not fear d By hate, not favag'd by remorfelefs rage Roxolana. H o w ! does thy madnefs lofe all .« rent fenfe Of love and duty to a parent due I U n n a w a l and ingrate ! Z ^ ^ r What is m y fault ? J&wr*/***. All I am doing for thee. Zanger. Have I wifh'd ? Have I contriv'd that guilt ? Roxolana. Yet is it thine T h e guilt is his WIK, profits by it. Zanger. M o : Such gains m y foul renounces. Can a world A purch:.s*d world advantage him, who pays His virtue for the purchafe I Yet recall, m y mother, (W **<-, O recall your better mind, that feeling Pity, that fo t fenfe of goodnefs T h e grace and glory of the gentler fex N o w f Madam, while the Sultan .awful will Yet wavers unrefolv'd ; addrefs his mere), Hi* juftice, fave him from the worft of crimct! « Tl 'fe moments are moft precious - Roxolana. Zanger, rife, A n d heedful mark m e •» 'Tis m y '.aft advice, m y kindeft Roufe thee from this dreaming fondneli, This foul-debafing narrownefs of purpolc. Refoive to ftcond m e to aid roy view* * Or fbare thy brother's fate. , Zanger. Hii fate I envy H e dies with all his virtue, all his lame : Kor is his parting foul'mful ed, poifon d, By fuch dire ofLrs Gracious heaveo • ^ Roxolana. G o on. Zanger. I dare not: nature, honour, cheque my tongue. Roxolana. 'Tis w e l l - - 1 hou voluntary wretch 1 henceforth I hold thee as an alien to m y love. Trembie. Thir hand may fend thee Zanger. Should it prove Ano her murderous prefent • Roxolana. H a ! Zanger. 'Twoi I be More welcome than an empire on fuch terms. Roxolana. T h y choice be thine. I caft thee from m y heart ; Renounce thee ; know thee for no fon of mine. Thou flave in foul ! this moment is thy laft ; This moment joins thee to thy brother's doom I (returning. Zanger be warn'd.. • . I feci I love thee ftill • •• The mother rifes o'er the woman's rage, And bids me fpare thee • - 'Tis thy canfe I plead" Inhuman! why are m y cares, m y labours, If not for thee J Reply not: but obey.- Thou feeft m y tears: la them the parent fee Diftradt m e not: m y life is in thy hands,- M y fame, m y all on earth! Remember too, That from this Hour m y bleffing, or m y carle, Is thine for ever I E4 S C E NE |