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Show UK 7o M U S T A P H A. Of virtue, of mankind. But how ? alas ! For I have founded all a mother's heart, Each fource of tendernefs profefs'd for me, In favour of this brother and in vain ! T h e Sultan too, inexorable, deaf Even to Emira'* voice ! has feal'd his doom. Amid the fiience of the midnight hour, A fhameful death awaits him ! Achmet. Judge fupreme ! Is fuch the lot tor innocence decreed X What can w e do \ Zanger. Brave Achmet, true, the camp Lies plung'd in flumber : but the troops adore This injur'd virtue. Roufe the neareft bands: Then, on a fignal given, rufh w e at once Into the guilty room j and bear him thence A m o n g th' expecting foldiers. Achmet. By the ftorm That thunders round us with redoubling peals f T h e brave defign has fir'd m e : I will fave, Or perifh greatly with him. Knows the Prince Of our intention ? Zanger. N o ; nor were it fafe T o truft his fcropulous virtue with the fecret. Above all fear of death, he would not rifque A life this way, to make his o w n immortal. Then give m e honour ftricr as his no caufe T o difavow our action ; let no blood, Even of his executioners, befpilt. Achmet. W e will not ftain an enterprize of Juftice With deeds of cruelty. That care be mine. What fhall the fignal be ? Zanger. *\ blazing torch Wav'd thrice amid the trees that fhadc this tent, M y watch is there. Jchmet. Enough. Ranger. Farefhel. Achmet. Yet fay, Where do w e meet ? Zanger. Behind the blaftid pine * That M U S T A P H A. 7 That bounds the laft pavilion. •hmet. Prince, reroen Myfe%ceffl..UnotlinBer:ifIftHs Achmet. Prince, remember. ice fhall not \r i fodier fhould. Zanger. Away Is coming towards us. the ViXtf SCENE VI. Roxolana, Mufti, Ruftan. Roxolana. Mufti, what a night Is roaring o'er us ! M y frail woman's heart Quakes at the loudning horror of the ftorm I What mean the angry skies ? M«fii. I have obierv'd, When the foul labours with fome mighty purpolc That dread and danger uiher into birth, Fancy alarmid i~^% in each accident A heaven-fent omen ; of her own vain fears Shapes fiends or ghofts ; embodies empty fpace, Pours terror on th' unreal form : then fhrinks Appall'dand trembling from her own creation. W h y , this tempeftuous time refpecls not u$ i Or it befriends our purpofe Ruftan. True, great Princefs. The foldiers all are huih'd : the camp is now Still as the midnight defart. Even the facriouSf Whofe prying curioffty had e;fe B^en buzzing round us, trembling in their tents, Awe-ftruck ; nor dare affemble while the heavens Are blazing round their heads, F 2 Mufti fl \\ I |