The Orphan of China A Tragedy |
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The Orphan of China | ||
SCENE II.
Zamti, Etan,Zamti.
My friend!—I understand—your tears explain it.
Etan.
Your hapless son—
Zamti.
Ah! speak of him no more;
Speak of our Monarch's son, the hope o'th' Empire.
Say, is he safe?
Etan.
The holy monuments
Of his great ancestors from hostile eyes
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A life, whose dawn in heaviness comes on:
Too fatal gift perhaps.
Zamti.
He lives: enough.
O you, my Royal Masters, to whose shades
My only child I sacrifice, forgive
A father's tears!
Etan.
Within these conquer'd walls
Your sorrows speak too loudly.
Zamti.
Oh! my friend,
In what sad mansion shall my grief have vent?
And how shall I sustain the first approach,
Bitter upbraidings, yellings, wild despair,
And imprecations of a furious mother?
Let us at first, if possible, deceive her!
Etan.
The ruffians, in her absence, took your son,
And to the cruel victors strait convey'd him.
I flew immediately to save, if possible,
Th'endanger'd Orphan.
Zamti.
Tell her, my good Etan,
That we have sav'd the heir of China; tell her,
Our boy is safe; and thus with kind delusion
Win her, if possible, to fond belief.
Alas! that truth so often should be cruel!
Mankind adore it; and it makes them wretched.
Come then, my Etan!—Heav'n! my wife approaches,
And death and madness stare within her eyes.
The Orphan of China | ||