 | Edward and Eleonora |  |
SCENE VI.
Eleonora, Daraxa, Theald, Attendants.Eleonora.
'Tis past, the Bitterness of Death is past—
Alas! Daraxa, I can ne'er requite
Thy generous Cares for me. Thou art the Cause
My Edward lives, my Children have a Father,
Thy Heaven-inspir'd Proposal—Tell him, Theald,
That, in the troubled Moments of our Parting,
I had forgot to beg he would restore
Th'Arabian Princess to her Friends and Country—
Thy Hand—This sure, howe'er in Faith we differ,
Humanity, the Soul of all Religion,
May well permit.
Thy generous Cares for me. Thou art the Cause
My Edward lives, my Children have a Father,
Thy Heaven-inspir'd Proposal—Tell him, Theald,
That, in the troubled Moments of our Parting,
I had forgot to beg he would restore
Th'Arabian Princess to her Friends and Country—
Thy Hand—This sure, howe'er in Faith we differ,
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May well permit.
Daraxa.
By Virtue's sacred Fire!
Our Paradise, the Garden of the Blest,
Ne'er smil'd upon a purer Soul than thine.
Our Paradise, the Garden of the Blest,
Ne'er smil'd upon a purer Soul than thine.
For me, think not of me; such are my Woes,
That I disdain all Care, detest Relief:
My Name is trod in Dust; Thine beams for ever,
The richest Gem that crowns the Worth of Woman.
That I disdain all Care, detest Relief:
My Name is trod in Dust; Thine beams for ever,
The richest Gem that crowns the Worth of Woman.
Eleonora.
The Guilt of Selim cannot stain thy Virtues:
It rather lends them Lustre—Bear me back,
My dear Attendants: and, good Theald, come,
Come, aid my mounting Soul to spring away,
From the lov'd Fetters of this kindred Clay.
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