University of Virginia Library

Scene 9.

Frontenac, Ulamar, Sakia, Irene.
Ire.
She comes, she flies to that Enchanting Voice.

Ul.
O let me press thee to my very heart;
From which ev'n Fate had not the pow'r to tear thee.
Sir, I us'd no entreaty for my Life;
But for my Love thus low I humbly bow.
[Kneels.
That you'd consent to make it happy here.

Front.
Take her, She's thine; but cherish her like Life;
She merits all thy Love; and more I prize her
For the Rich Dowry of her matchless Virtue;
Than if extended Empire were her lot.

Sak.
O the most blissful hour of all my Life!
My long Calamities be quite forgot,
And let me give up all my Soul to Joy!

Ul.
VVhere hast thou past this doleful dismal hour;
In dreadful expectation of what Fate
VVas terribly about to execute?

Ire.
Among a Crowd of miserable Slaves;
VVhere hearing of thy Death in wild Despair;
I made a dire attempt upon my Life,
When gracious Heav'n by Miracle preserv'd me.

Ul.
To preserve thee, what God would not appear?

Ire.
No, 'twas no God, but 'twas a Godlike Man.