Osman An Historical Tragedy |
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SCENE V.
The Sultan's Pavilion.The Capigy Bassa, and his Corps with Maces, preceding the Embassadors, pass and repass the Stage, 'till they come to the Hall of Audience, which opening, discovers the Sultan on his Throne. The Mufti, Vizier, Beglerbegs, Bassas, on each Hand; Registers fronting it: They are presented to the Sultan, and kiss his Robe.
Sobieski delivers the General's Letter to the Junior of the Bassas, who hand it from one to another, so to the Vizier, who, on his Knee, lays it on a Cushion before the Throne.
VIZIER.
His Highness is prepar'd to hear your Excellencies.
ZORAVINZE.
Most mighty Lord—Renowned Osman!
Our gracious Master's Aim hath ever been,
To cultivate firm Friendship with your Highness;
Transmitting Deputies amidst his Forces,
As well prepar'd for Terms of Peace, as War.
This—having rag'd, till Death itself was gorg'd:
That—thro' the prudent Conduct of your Vizier,
Now lays us prostrate at your Highness's Feet;
Craving a Confirmation of our Happiness—
Whilst here we swear the punctual Execution
Of every Clause on our great Lord's Behalf;
Nor question we, its sacred Conservation,
From you, illustrious Sir! in whom combin'd
Each generous Virtue of your Ancestors,
With matchless Lustre eminently shine—
Our gracious Master's Aim hath ever been,
To cultivate firm Friendship with your Highness;
Transmitting Deputies amidst his Forces,
As well prepar'd for Terms of Peace, as War.
This—having rag'd, till Death itself was gorg'd:
That—thro' the prudent Conduct of your Vizier,
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Craving a Confirmation of our Happiness—
Whilst here we swear the punctual Execution
Of every Clause on our great Lord's Behalf;
Nor question we, its sacred Conservation,
From you, illustrious Sir! in whom combin'd
Each generous Virtue of your Ancestors,
With matchless Lustre eminently shine—
We dread, great Sir! t'approach your Majesty,
Devoid of Off'rings worthy your Acceptance—
Your rich Dominions, and extensive Rule,
Prevent our adding to your Highness' Treasures:
But Love and Dread are equally discern'd—
In lowest as in highest Things, regarding
The Disposition of the Offerer—
Whilst here in Arms, far from our native Homes,
War's Instruments proclaim our only Riches—
Accept these, Sir, as Symbols of Affection—
[Presents two Silver Javelins, &c.
May all your Enemies by them subdued,
In Prosecution of your Highness' Glory,
Bring daily to your Mind the friendly Poles.
Devoid of Off'rings worthy your Acceptance—
Your rich Dominions, and extensive Rule,
Prevent our adding to your Highness' Treasures:
But Love and Dread are equally discern'd—
In lowest as in highest Things, regarding
The Disposition of the Offerer—
Whilst here in Arms, far from our native Homes,
War's Instruments proclaim our only Riches—
Accept these, Sir, as Symbols of Affection—
[Presents two Silver Javelins, &c.
May all your Enemies by them subdued,
In Prosecution of your Highness' Glory,
Bring daily to your Mind the friendly Poles.
OSMAN.
My Lords, with Pleasure we confirm this Peace;
Your Presents we accept—and Sulisczouii—
T'attend our Person to the royal Porte.
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T'attend our Person to the royal Porte.
I hear your Forces are repassing Tyre—
'Tis well—or I had urg'd it to be done.
'Tis well—or I had urg'd it to be done.
[The Embassadors retreat backwards, and the Scene closes upon the Room of Audience.
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