The matchless fair has bless'd me with compliance; Let ev'ry tongue resound Irene's praise, And spread the general transport through mankind. CALI. Blest prince, for whom indulgent Heaven ordains MAHOMET. Forbear-I know the long-tried faith of Cali. CALI. O! could the eyes of kings, like those of Heaven, Oft would they find ingratitude and treason, MUSTAPHA. Yet ere we give our loosen'd thoughts to rapture, MAHOMET. To still their murmurs, ere the twentieth sun Then shall the Rhodian mourn his sinking towers, ABDALLA. Then seize fair Italy's delightful coast, MAHOMET. Her sons malicious Clemency shall spare, And fill the world with follies and impostures, How should I joy, 'midst the fierce shock of nations, And bid the master genius rule the world! [Exeunt Cali and Abdalla. SCENE VI.-MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA. MAHOMET. Still Cali lives: and must he live to-morrow? MUSTAPHA. With cautious vigilance, at my command, Pursue him through his labyrinths of treason, MAHOMET. Call them-but let them not prolong their tale, [Exit Mustapha. SCENE VII.-MAHOMET, Solus. Whome'er the hope, still blasted, still renew'd, By reason not convinc'd, nor won by love: If thou art more than the gay dream of fancy, SCENE VIII.-MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA, HASAN, CARAZA. MAHOMET. Caraza, speak-have ye remark'd the Bassa? CARAZA. Close, as we might unseen, we watch'd his steps; His hair disorder'd, and his gait unequal, Betray'd the wild emotions of his mind. Sudden he stops, and inward turns his eyes, Absorb'd in thought; then, starting from his trance, Constrains a sullen smile, and shoots away. With him Abdalla we beheld MUSTAPHA. Abdalla! MAHOMET. He wears of late resentment on his brow, ᏟᎪᎡᎪᏃᎪ. We mark'd him storming in excess of fury, MUSTAPHA. How guilt, once harbour'd in the conscious breast, See Cali, dread of kings, and pride of armies, MAHOMET. Shall monarchs fear to draw the sword of justice, Aw'd by the crowd, and by their slaves restrain'd? Seize him this night, and through the private passage Convey him to the prison's inmost depths, Reserv'd to all the pangs of tedious death. [Exeunt Mahomet and Mustapha. ་ SCENE IX.-HASAN, CARAZA. HASAN. Shall then the Greeks, unpunish'd and conceal'd, CARAZA. Whate'er their scheme, the Bassa's death defeats it, And gratitude's strong ties restrain my tongue. HASAN. What ties to slaves? what gratitude to foes? CARAZA. In that black day when slaughter'd thousands fell Of stern Sebalias the triumphant crescent, And dash'd the might of Asem from the ramparts. HASAN. Do thou repay the gift, Lest unrewarded mercy lose its charms. Profuse of wealth, or bounteous of success, |