 | The Enchanter ; Or, Love and Magic |  |
SCENE II.
Moroc, Kaliel.MOROC.
Recit.
O Kaliel! Kaliel! Speak thou faithful Slave,
What Hope?—Will Zaida yield?—Alas, I rave!
KALIEL.
Recit.
Torn from her Lover's Arms,—The mournful Fair,
Rejects your Vows, and cherishes Despair;
Like a transplanted Flower, the blooming Spoil,
Droops in a foreign, tho' a richer Soil.
Air.
Rejects your Vows, and cherishes Despair;
Like a transplanted Flower, the blooming Spoil,
Droops in a foreign, tho' a richer Soil.
In vain I try'd
Each soothing Art,
To swell her Pride
Or melt her Heart.
Each soothing Art,
To swell her Pride
Or melt her Heart.
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In vain your Love,
Your Pow'r display'd,
Nor Pow'r could move,
Nor Love persuade.
Your Pow'r display'd,
Nor Pow'r could move,
Nor Love persuade.
With lifted Eyes,
She Zoreb calls,
Then strikes her Breast!
The Sighs that rise,
The Tear that falls,
Declare the rest.
She Zoreb calls,
Then strikes her Breast!
The Sighs that rise,
The Tear that falls,
Declare the rest.
MOROC.
Obdurate Fair-one! What uncommon Mould
Impress'd thy Mind—That Pleasure, Power, nor Gold
Can soften or allure it;—Take this Wand;—
[Gives a Wand to Kaliel.
Again persuade,—implore,—at thy Command
Joys shall attend—While I with other Arms
My Rival seek, and Hell shall aid my Charms.
Air.
My Slaves below
Prepare, prepare!
Enchant the Foe,
Deceive the Fair:
Magic now with Magic vies,
Moroc's Art, with Zaida's Eyes.
Prepare, prepare!
Enchant the Foe,
Deceive the Fair:
Magic now with Magic vies,
Moroc's Art, with Zaida's Eyes.
[Sinks.
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