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Show 72 M U S T A P H A. Mufti' Madam, fee here- And give full fcope to joy- •behold thefcroli That numbers Muftapha among the dead ! Roxolana. Yet, Mufti, was it hardly gain'd. Th combat c 'Twixt love and vengeance in his father's breaft Like agonizing nature 'ere it yields T o death's laft dart, held ftrong and terrible. Mufti. Nor had che fon's accumulated crimes Met their due punifhment, but for yoar skill Your known afcendant o'er the Sultan's heart* All open to your influence. Take it, Vizir, Th' important fchedule ; and fee juftice done* O n this our enemy Ruftan. O I co»ld give A loofe to rapture ! - . But the time forbids. & W h e n muft he die ? ™ Mufti. Deftruction hovers o'er him, Thefe moments are his laft. So wills the Sultan: And h*s fhut wphis tent from all accefs 'Till this be done. Roxolana. Now, n o w indeed I live ! N o w am I bleft J O friends, you both fhall task Henceforth m y deareft intereft in your fervice. Fly* Ruftan, phnt ftrong watch at every gate At every avenue ; ht none go forth, None enter, till tha morning fhines abroad. Ruftan. Ail is prepar'd. T h e flaves are ready arm'd, A numerous band : and I will poft them ftrait With watchful fecrefy Now, Muftapha, T h y boafted victories, the courted love Of giddy multitudes that hail'd, this morn, T h y fhortliv'd triumph ^what avail they now ? That pageant fhow will but embitter thought, But aid thy foes to torture th;e in death. Come, Muf;i; *o our task. SCENE M U S T A P H A. 73 S C E N E III. Roxolana. I a m alone j 5SM3X J?? SK3S2 "*. P.« i The folitar* horror of m y thoughts Difmays m e Who goes there ?- His wife ! - 1 would not N o w hear her fond complainings. <o % 5 C E N E IV. Emira, Roxolana, Emira. Fly not, Madam : For mifery has fure a mournful right T o pity, even to reverence. If your foul Is truly toyal, and adorns the heigh* Of your imperial fortune, you will weep The woes you have not known. If mercy lives, If gentlenefs yet holds her fofttft feat, Where once fhe joy'd to dwell, a woman's bra |