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SCENE III.
A Tomb rises from the Ground, in which Zoreb lies, Kaliel standing by him with his Wand on his Breast.ZAIDA.
Recit. Accomp.
My Zoreb—dead!—then Sorrow is no more:
Now let the Lightning flash, the Thunder roar!
Now let the Lightning flash, the Thunder roar!
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Back to your Source weak, foolish, Tears,
Away, fond Love, and Woman's Fears;
A nobler Passion warms:
The Dove shall soar with Eagle's Wing,
From Earth I spring,
And fly to Heav'n, and Zoreb's Arms.
Away, fond Love, and Woman's Fears;
A nobler Passion warms:
The Dove shall soar with Eagle's Wing,
From Earth I spring,
And fly to Heav'n, and Zoreb's Arms.
[Offers to stab herself; Moroc runs to prevent her, and in his Fright drops his Ebon Wand, which Kaliel takes up.
MOROC.
Hold, desp'rate Fair—
[Takes away the Dagger.
No more will I employ
Love's softer Arts, but seize, and force my Joy.
[Takes hold of her.
ZAIDA.
Help, heav'nly Pow'rs!
MOROC.
What Pow'r can Moroc fear?
KALIEL.
The Pow'r of Virtue—which I now revere!
With thy own Arms thy guilty Reign I end,
No longer Moroc's Slave, but Zaida's Friend.
Thus do I blast thee—As the Thunder's Stroke
Blasts the proud Cedar—All thy Charms are broke.
[Kaliel strikes Moroc with the Wand, and he sinks.
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