| Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse | |
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SCENE I.
Hassan's Garden.
Hassan. Edwin.
Has.
Friend! for thy greeting I reserve my Zaide,
(Her who is mine—mine only by thy goodness)
Till, soon at our high bridal feast, she burst
Upon thy sight “the fairest among women.”
Meantime, I would fain ask, tho' my tongue falters,
Where is thy lady, whom from Malta's isle
—Forgive me! I intrude upon thy sorrows.
Ed.
Lost!—lost, I fear for ever.
Has.
How, my friend?
Ed.
Together were we taken, and this morning
Were landed.
Has.
Hah!—And did the base Armenian
Purchase her also?
Ed.
Aye.
Has.
Then from his fangs
To rescue her, I fly.
Ed.
My Hassan!—Oh!
(opprest with gratitude)
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