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Show / 74 M U S T A P H A. O Roxolana by thefe melting eyes ! B y tins imploring gpfture,! n o w exert rhoufond way3 of charming him y<|u.love ! yjfyk'e nature,"feafon, in his heart ; to fave A hero w h o fupports his throne, a fon W h o fears no death but from a father's frown. Think, for this noble act, h o w fair your name H o w bright with praife, to nations yet unborn All lovely will defcend ! You hear m e not. A h , M a d a m , this way bend your fight: in m e N o c o m m o n fuppliant kneels. I once believ'd -- O groundless pride ! ~ ^ - - t h a t but to heaven alone I could ave bow'd m e thus ! Roxolana. M y wonder, Princefs, H a s kept m e filent: let it plead m y pardon T h a t you have knelt fo long. N a y , dry your tears: M y felf will fend the Prince to your embrace, A n d end for ever all your doubts and fears. Pf%t£ #fc °m 7*$i C* sZ7 /\/TTv Ss~ S C E N E V. Emira. What infolence of cruelty, what cold, Unfeeling pride fafe mocking in her eye ! O man j what favzge bears a heart like thine, 'Till thy own ills have taught thee fecial fenfe ! And foftco'd thee to goodnefs !-«-Afrftopha I S C E N E M U S T A P H A. 75' fc- S C E N E VI. Emira, Muftapha. Muftapha. A Tfrt Mflft once more to fee thy face ? S " emoSfopfs .bee in my faUhlul arms I O tranfport even in death . Emira. Death ! B»«J » ^ ^ a i o g thought ! Defend me heaven, from . ^ T ^ J , M e S thee O moft inhuman Queen . Thus bf'hee in thy flowering fyrjngoMhi w irh all thv honours green and fragrant on thje 1 ^Snftapha. If I have2 right employ'd this fcanty >Tis life^full meafure : honour is old age. Were I not torn from thee, from thy lov'd bofom T o die isto be happy. Gracious heaven In mercy to mankind has made life fhort ; Elfe wrongs and fufterings, our fure portion here, Would be fupportlcfs load ! Emira. O heaven and earth ! Shall ruffians, mercenary flaves, enurd T o murders, recent from the bafeft crimes, Attempt thy facred iiic \ Muftapha. The caufe alone For which we fuffer makes death terrible. What can he more, with ail his terrors arm'd, When we oppofe fair virtue to his blow, But firft enlarge the foul to liberty i And then to blifs immortal X I will meet him, F 4 This MftBB M ^ B M . |