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Show ~ MUSTAPHA. • <i .nnvia on on thee » ftrike thee dumb? S J ' S S S S S R coofid^ of tongue, T^V^ xTen^rewel, Hope 1 V f "if me die the fame I M l have W9. Yet-let me u diffimulation. Above all Wfeb00d n'dtut for that mad tumult, I am, roy Lord ana abrup,ly off, Which broke our « * « " £ . ^ (h (So angry heaven deer«*J * kld In all the pUuinet* ^ «*ave ^ beUef, S*SS l/y'rby can/or™ by Jottcc, And to Em"*, c,0*°ir ' 0* tendertft love. Wi'h every virtue bright, your tenucr May IP'0^ ' d , What can'ft thou add, Solyman. 1'?,otee°/_^„. pr00fs on proofs, •wrv... Mri I hear, but riling yTU-f'' r ho,lJd Vi t » father', deepdiftruft, DUhonour'd by fathe d ^ ^ ljghten ^'""udWt that weigh, upon my name. Th* imputed gu> nreienting foes M y lots, 1 knew, iray fted 6 belov'd , Wer^\tithrer"'«htoyou;thanfix'd Attach d *«» »o w d_it 0 ruin rae. And m doft U a f M ^ f ftw . Their power in all » • f heavtn, lt, baleful infl£«« U • T h c ^ erye SiSKitft mother from a crime. Myie«»r unabatine bate, A £ a'n^nrn edion fought a fure retreat: I fought PJ0«a»?. , P f L „ monarch', love. A n d found « * * « ^ » m reft> Weary of war • fe'' 'av.f 'hter t0 ray arm., H % « " . S S f f i fS ^F-vince. yo'ur fword A o d with her tno e j ^ fce a n n e x d ^ c ^ ^ ' o u t S p - , on fuch term* M U S T A P H A . 67 Of peace, jrs you and juftice might approve. Behold, my Lord, even in its iaft rccefs, The heart of Muftapha / Solyman. Well- thou haft faid, Is there aught more ? Muftapha. M y Lord, to life or death Indifferent, as impatient of dishonour, Refign'd, unfearing, I expect my fate. Bac o h - E m i r a I-On ray knee, for her, W h o but for being mine hadbcen moft happy, I beg a father's dear regard. •*S^o^l^y!ml,aSnS.! fR*ertji>rSe'. 42UVC2 S C E N E X. Solyman. w*.* A . . l^fa* entersat a diftance. Why docs my ftrammg eye purfue his fteps ? Out, foohfh nature } leave me to the thoughts That fau a monarch. He, or I muft fall. lis rage no more : 'tit reafon's deep alarm, Abruptly waken'd o'er the ftartling view Oi precipice and ruin full before her • May I believe my fenfea ? H o w ! a fon Afpiring, popular, belov'd and brave, His very virtues formidably great, U>mbm'd, confederate with my mortal foe ? Even wedded to his daughter? young and fair; And mighty o'er a husband's ductile heart ! WirhJ^hl,P?ffion,» and inflame his will" And ihS ^^ r ? 0 * of her fathc''8 ^ t e . And fall a tale by fmooth tongu'd cunning fram'd Stagger roy hcart> Qr f 6 »««' •rapemi juftKe knows no tics of blood. Rtjftan. |