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Show ] I 1/ ' II 62 M U S T A P H A. Thou haft undone m y fame- What bright unknown Attracts m y eyes, and charms away m y rage. Fancy not fairer paints thofe heaven-born rnaidi Daughters of piradife, for ever young, For ever blooming ; w h o on beds of floweri, By ftre3ni3 of living waters, foft repofe T o crown th' immortal blifs of happy fouls With raptures unconcdv'J--- She knee's ! and weeps ! Emira. O royal Solyman-- Solyman. Say. beauteous maid, What may this pofiurc mean ? Emira. Supreme of monarchs, Renown'd for virtues, greatly good and juft, Let not a helplefs ftranger plead in vain ! I beg i~or mercy. Solyman. Mercy ? Can thy youth, Can charms like thine want honour ? wan* « tection ? c Pro' You muft not kneel. Emira. Unhappy Muftapha-* Solyman. H a ! what of him ? Emira, Is innocent, m y Lord ; Is clear of every crimeagainft a father, W h o m more than life he loves. Solyman. This would be fcan'd. You know him then. Emira. Believe thefe ftreaming eyes • Truth is not fairer, nor is faith more loyal O by your juft renown, by ail your hopes Of peace 00 earth, of paradife on high Be timely warn'd : rovoke the dreadful doom, That, giving him to death, will rain yoa ' Will kill your fweet repofe of heart for ever ' Solyman. Amazement all ? T h y words, thy mounful action Confound m y thought. Say, fpeak, how is the fate O f Muftapha thy care f Emirs M U S T A P H A . 63 Emira- Q Solyman I O father of th'unhappy Solyman O my foul ! What can fht mean ?--Go on. Emira- O pardon h:m I Have pity on us both !- I am -toil wife- f Solyman. Confnfion !-*-wtt«• Emita. Arm not your eye with anger. If 'tis a crime • • Revenge it all on me : And in my gufbing blood- Solyman Rack m e no more Relume thy fenfes : tell m e who thou arr Emira- 'las, m y Lord, you tremble witn yo pafiion. But hear me with indulgence-- • By the love I bear your fon ; Th'obfervant faichweboth Vrofefs for Solyman-* A H may be well. I bring the nobleft dowry T o his arms ; peace to your realms, A potent monarch's friendfhip On happy terms obtain'd. Solyman A m I awake ? Speak, fpeak, and eafe m y foul. Emira. I a m - - - Solyman. Well, fay. Emira. T h e Sophy's daughter, Solyman- H a ! Emira. The eldeft born Of J erfta _ Solyman. Hell and horror ! heard I tr Of l erfta * Daughter of my mortal foe r ' _ At length his treafons all are come to l i g h t - - Perfidious ! lying Have ! Emcra. O no, m y Lord : By him who fees the foul, he is not falfe. H e never knew a thought- 1 Solyman \ |