University of Virginia Library

ACT the THIRD.

The SCENE, a Room of State.
Enter Ibrahim and Isabella with Women-Attendants.
Ibrah.
His generous Friendship that unites us now,
Was that which did so long divide us too.
For when as my long Services reward,
Quitting my tiresome Honours I prepar'd
To beg my Freedom, and returning home,
To meet my only Joys in Christendom:
One War scarce finisht, still succeeded new,
The Sultan found fresh Kingdoms to subdue:
And whilst he had Foes t'oppose, or Crowns to gain;
My Passion with my Honour strove in vain.
Still studying to discharge my mighty Debt,
I lost my Freedom by deserving it:
By my success, to Solyman I grew
Still more endear'd, and more remov'd from you.

Isab.
So much this Justice merits my Applause,
That had you quitted such a Monarchs Cause
Ignobly, though for me; so great a stain,
Had made me share the wrongs of Solyman.

Enter Solyman and Morat.
Solym.
Natolia up in Armes! I wish no more.
[to Morat.
Rebellion ne're was welcome till this hour.
This Insurrection will auspicious prove,
And aid me in my bold and dangerous Love.
My fair Adopted, with that care and art,
[To Isab.
I'm bound to treat such infinite desert:
That trembling I approach, you out of fear
To loose that favour which I prize so dear;
When my Necessity my Tongue must force,
To make a short, but an unkind Divorce.
Start not at what your pleasure my withstand;
'Tis only my request, not my command.
But if fair Isabella wou'd dispence
With Ibrahim's absence to revenge his Prince.
I'd beg my Valiant Ibrahim's Sword of you;
The Insolent Natolians to subdue.
His presence their Allegiance will restore,
Who felt his Conquering Arm so late before.
And though a while he does his Joys delay,
Hee'l come more glorious to his Nuptial day.

Isabel.
When Solyman's Honour, or his Dangers call,
My Right's so little, and my power so small:
I can't, or if I could, I shou'd not stay
Their hands, who at your feet their Laurels lay.
Go fight, and conquer to adorn that brow:
Pay your vast debt to this great Monarch due.
[to Ibrah.
Whatever my own private sufferings be,
When 'tis t'advance your Fame, I ought to see
Him rather dye for you, than live for me.

to Solym.
Solym.
Illustrious Maid, fear not his safe return.
Heav'n for your merit must have such concern,
That if his own yet matchless courage cou'd.
Not bring him safely back, your wishes wou'd.

Ibrah.
My Pride, and my Devotion shou'd embrace
That glorious task, which your Imperial Grace,
Upon your Creature, and your Slave confers.
But thus t'assert your Fame wou'd ruine Hers:

Solym.
How Ibrahim.

Ibrah.
Great Sir, the very sound
Of a Seraglio will her Honour wound.
Virgins their Fame so cautiously support,
That she's not safe, though lodg'd in Solyman's Court.
I therefore beg our speedy Nuptials may
Drive both her Dangers, and my Fears away.
And till our Stars my safe return decree,
My Pallace may her Sanctuary be.
But if the chance of War has not design'd
My Life, as Fortune is not always kind:
I at my destiny shall less repine,
To think my Isabella once was mine;
Adding the thoughts of one days bliss below,
To that Eternity to which I goe.

Solom.
I can forgive thy fear, though 'tis unjust.
My well-known Virtue checks that vain distrust:
That Constancy which long has been my Fame,
And render'd a Seraglio but a name.
Yet e're you go, I would compleat your Bliss:
But Honour which commands that, hinders this.
So bright must Isabella's Nuptials shine,
And I so great Solemnities design;
That the o're-hasty Cause which calls you hence,
Does too few hours for that great work dispence.

Ibrah.
Our Nuptials with less State—

Solym.
It is unkind
To think so ill of what's so well design'd:
You slight my favours when you treat me so.

Ibrah.
That word has silenc'd me. If I must go,
And go, e're I the Sacred Tye can bind,
Of th'unseal'd Treasure that I leave behind,
I make a Deed of Trust to Solyman.
[gives her to Solym.
Here in my absence as a Father Reign.
To my great Lord her safety I resign:
Whilst I subdue your World, do you guard mine.

Solym.
Guard her! that charge not her best Angels can
Perform, with half the Zeal of Solyman.
(Aside...)
Oh Ibrahim! cou'd thy Innocence but guess,
With how much guilt I this fair charge possess!
'Twould chill thy blood, and make an Ague there,
As great as is the burning Feavour here. (...Aside)

Me-thinks I in your looks discern a pain,
That begs this guift some minutes back again.
Take her: Till that just right's perform'd, I'm gone:
Your parting Love admits no lookers on.
[gives her agen to Ibrahim.
(Aside...)
Conquest and Armes on him I did bestow,
To raise him once, but to destroy him now.
Love of all passions is the most Divine,
But when encompast with such Crimes as mine,
By th'num'rous frailties that attend it, then
When we come next to Gods, we are but men. (...Aside)


[Exit Solym. and Morat.
Isabel.
I bid you go; but guard your precious Life;
For endless, if you dye, will be my grief.
I shall be left in a strange Court unknown,
Where my dear Fame may suffer, when you're gone.
Nay worse; left in a World, not worth my care
Or thought, when once my Ibrahim's not there.

Ibrah.
Beauty and Love so fair a Seat ne're held.
Were not the Constant Sultan's bosom seal'd;
Were not his Heart, his Roxolana's prize,
I should suspect the Magick of your Eyes.

Isabel.
Could Solyman be false, and by my pow'r,
Though absent, nay, though dead, yet rest secure:
Fear not in Heav'n assaults against her Love,
Which Crowns can't buy, nor Fate it self remove.
But cou'd he Love, there's little danger here.
What e're their pow'r is when my Ibrahim's near;
He'l find, when you are absent, in these Eyes,
More to move pitty, than gain Victories.

Ibrah.
Surprizing Vertue; so much Extasy
In our next happy meeting I fore-see:
Did not the pain of parting make it less,
My joys would ev'n grow fatal by th'excess.
But if the distant prospect is so clear,
How dazling will the bliss be when 'tis near?

Isabel.
When you are gone, as 'tis resolv'd you must:
My tears in solitude will be so just;
And I'le perform my Loves sad Rites so well,
As shall convert a Pallace to a Cell:
And if the War should take your Life away;
(But oh far distant be that fatal day.)
From Courts, and from the tiresome world I'le flye,
And your just mourner in a Cloyster dye.

Ibrah.
Oh matchless Faith! They who would search about
The World, to find thy Vertues equal out:
Must take a Journey longer than the Sun,
And Pilgrims dye, e're half their race is run.
[Enter Asteria.
Asteria here!

Isabel.
Do I my Rival see?
Is this the Beauty you refus'd for me?

Aster.
Fair envy'd Maid! 'Tis not enough that you
Should only Conquer, you must Tryumph too.
Your Beauty has no little Trophy won,
When it is prais'd by her it has undone:
See here a Monarchs mourning Daughter brought
To speak the glories by a Rival wrought:
Mrs. of more than all the World can boast;
Mrs. of all Asteria's hopes have lost.

Isabel.
Can so much Beauty mourn? If there's that Breast
That can the force of those fair Eyes resist,
The fault's in Fortune, not your want of pow'r:
I saw him first, and in the luckiest hour:
You only came too late to gain that heart;
And are in chance Out-rival'd, not desert:
But am I safe against such charms? I view
Fresh dangers in the Wonders lodg'd in you.

Aster.
O do not fear that I'd invade your right;
I would not make him wretched, if I might:
If Destiny cou'd e're have made me His,
His Soul all mine; in that high state of bliss,
I shou'd have pitty'd Kings; thought Crowns less dear;
To command worlds, not worth obeying here.
But could he now be mine, the dearer joy
He lost in you, would his Lifes peace destroy.
But know I'd ne're cloud him to make me shine;
I would not shake his peace, though to crown mine.

Ibrah.
Mirrour of Vertue! stop those Tears, and treat
Ingratitude at a much juster rate:
Your hate and scorn shou'd my deserts repay,
Cast not so ill those sacred Pearl away.

Aster.
Not mourn for Ibrahim! yes! and dye; but if
Fate for a while protects my weary Life,
'Tis only lent me to be kind to you:—

Ibrah.
No longer this astonishing theam pursue.

Aster.
O Sir, there hangs a Comet o're your head,
A threatning Star in gloomy horrors spread.

Isabel.
Say, Madam, what's that Ruine that's so near;
Dangers are his Familiars, but not fear.

Aster.
My Cruel Father—oh that Sacred Name!
None but a Daughter to pronounce his shame!
My Father, Sir, has laid his Vertue down,
Has shaded all the lustre of his Crown.
And in that black degenerate disguise,
Has seen his Ibrahim's Saint with impious eyes.

Ibrah.
Tortures and Hell!

Isabel.
Oh would this sound of Death,
Had found a passage from some Villains breath;
Some Infidel or Hellish minister:
There might be hopes then my deluded ear
Had been abus'd, and some brib'd Traitor spoke;
But there's too great Credentials in that look.

Ibrah.
Quick, quick, dear Madam, Kill apace; go on.
Say, what black hour this Cruelty begun?
How fatally the sudden Tempest rise,
That would put out my light, and Ecclipse his.

Aster.
To Ulama he has reveal'd his shame,
'Tis from his Mouth, the fatal secret came:
And that your sight may not his hopes debar,
He takes th'occasion of th'approaching War
To make his passage free; whilst you are sent
To conquer, 'tis a splendid banishment.
But fly dear Sir, leave an Inhumane Court,
Where glorious ills their gaudy pomp support.
Fly to some kinder Clime,
Where both from dangers and from fears remov'd,
For ever Love, and be for ever Lov'd;
Free from all Jealousie, Cares, and distrust,
Live a long happy Life when I am Dust.
And Madam, do not think I am unkind
[To Isabel.
In courting him to leave his pow'rs behind,
And all his Honours quit: You, who can dwell
Securely with such merit in a Cell;
Will make your Joys the loss of Crowns supply,
If you but love him half so well as I.

Isabel.
Great Solyman has found an early Heir;
Vertue has left his breast t'inhabit here.

Aster.
But when I bid you flye, and from all harms,
Remove you to be safe in Ibrahims Armes:
I make you happy, but with all the pain
Despairing Love and bleeding hearts sustein.
Forc'd by my Piety and Love, I must
A Rival bless to make a Father just:

Ibrah.
But Madam, when she's safe, safe in my pow'r,
From splendid Jailes, and Rival Kings secure:
Then what requital can I make, who owe
My Life, and all that makes Life dear to you.

Aster.
The payment I shall ask, will easie be;
Only remember you were sav'd by me:
And if my Memory be worth your care,
Then I'm o're-paid for all my favours here.

Ibrah.
Fear not my payment then if that be all,
On you, as on my Tutelar Saint I'le call.

Aster.
What you resolve, must instantly be done,
Whilst we discourse the precious minutes run.
Morat, and his Confederates haunt this ground,
And ev'n her Guards already watch her round.
But for her safety I have found the way.

Ibrah.
Speak Author of my Heav'n, and I'le obey.

Aster.
You know what Turkish custom
Has with th'Imperial Daughters long prevail'd;
A Sultaness ne're walks abroad Unveil'd:
She then by my retinue and my shape,
Shall in my borrow'd Veile make an escape:
My Women I've engag'd t'attend her flight.
And to avoid all dangers by my sight.
To keep the Cheat from all discovery,
Till she's gone safe; I will her place supply.

Isabel.
I must not buy my freedom at that rate,
Expose you to incur your Fathers hate.
Have I no other way t'attain my bliss?

Aster.
What other way? or where's the fault in this?

Isabel.
If on no other ground my safety's built,
I must refuse that Bliss t'avoid this Guilt.

Aster.
Were I to flye with Ibrahim, I should find,
Not half these Arguments to stay behind.

Isabel.
Rather than let my Guardian be undone,
I'le perish by that storm I must not shun:
Tortures and Death's the worst, and those I'le bear,
Rather than sin against my Honour here.

Aster.
I am his Daughter, and have pow'r t'asswage,
With a few Tears an angry Fathers rage:
But you he Loves, Loves with a lawless flame,
And no small pow'r can violent passions tame.

Ibrah.
Madam, the kind Sultana's gift embrace;
Stop not the Torrent of her Royal Grace.

Isabel.
Must she then stay to suffer in my place?
Must I requite her with returns so rude,
And buy my safety with ingratitude?

Aster.
Oh flye Sir, I conjure you do not stay;
Will you not once, not once my will obey:
You'l pay a Life's obedience to her pow'r,
And shall not I command you for an hour?

Ibrah.
Let not her soft entreaties be withstood,
Since she like Heav'n is pleas'd with doing good:
To her a Father cannot be unkind;
The breach your absence makes, her prayers may bind.

Isabel.
Were I assur'd her dangers were not great:
'Twere hard when she commands, and you entreat;
T'oppose such force—

Aster.
Have I the Conquest won?
Now all my bus'ness in the World is done:
I cannot fall more low, nor raise you higher.

Ibrah.
Farewell!
And generous excellence, when we retire,
Oblig'd by goodness at this vast excess,
We're happy. but must blush at Happiness—

Aster.
Stay yet: If I must never see you more,
One favour let my breaking heart implore:
When Miser-like, you with a greedy eye,
[to Isabel.
Seize those kind looks for which I mourn and dye:
Amidst your scenes of Joy shall Ibrahim be
Permitted but to steal one sigh for me?

Isabel.
Permit his Sighs, yes, and command 'em too:
By my Commission he shall pay that due.

Aster.
And when I'm dead—(but I shall ask too far!)
Shall He
At poor Asteria's Name let fall a Tear?

Isabel.
A thousand! But be far that hour remov'd:
Such vertue must of Heav'n be more belov'd;
Then t'have a Raign so short: yet if we shall
Survive the generous Asteria's fall:
Doubt not the pious Tribute of his Tears,
My Eyes shall be his griefs Remembrancers.
Each Sigh he takes, each Tear he sheds shall warm
My Breast, and to our Loves be a fresh charm.

Aster.
And will you do all this?

[to Ibrah.
Ibrah.
Do't, with as true
A Zeal, as the fam'd Vestals ever knew:
With Piety more constant and entire
Your ashes I'le adore, than they their fire.

Aster.
Now I have all my wishes dare implore:
You cannot grant, nor must I ask you more:
But Sir, if e're
You are distrest agen (which Heav'n forbid!)
Call on my Name: I'le be your Guard, tho dead;
For sure in Love there is so strong a tye,
That even my Ghost will be as kind as I.
[Exit Ibra. and Isabel. with Asteria's Attendants.
Oh Isabella! thus to set thee free,
What has Love done for him, despair for thee?
I've giv'n hopes, happiness, and life away,
And dearly for that generous act must pay:
I in his absence feel his killing pow'r;
Alas! my Ruine was too near before:
Yet now as if it came too slowly pac'd,
I have turn'd Prodigal to make more haste.
Musick directed here! what can this mean?

A Song is sung from within.

SONG.
No Art Loves Influence can destroy.
In vain would Captive Kings their Chains unloose,
When the blind Boy
The Thunderer himself could ne're oppose.
Drest up in various forms his Heav'n he left,
And practis'd in disguise the amorous Theft.
But if Omnipotence so chang'd could be,
Fair Celia wonder not to see
Thy Vassal as disguis'd and as transform'd as he.

Aster.
Oh! now I find the mystery! 'tis plain.
This entertainment came from Solyman.
No, King, were thy intended Victim here,
In vain you'd court her sence, and treat her ear:
She who possesses Ibrahim's heart—
Her thoughts no room for such mean charms can yield,
Her Breast is with more noble Raptures fill'd.
Enter Solyman and Morat.
My Father here!
This sight drives all my blasted hopes away;
Can his wild passion brook no longer stay?

[Absconds her self amongst Isabella's Women.
Solym.
Th'ascent is dang'rous, and no common care,
Nor hasty steps can make approaches there:
I must with wide and distant Courtship move,
Before I sally out and call it Love.
[Approaches and finds Asteria.
Asteria! Torture of my Soul! what's here—
[Aside.
Where is the Christian Princess—
Oh my fear!—

[Aside.
Aster.
Your Pardon Royal Sir.

Solym.
My Love's disclos'd!
And all my Guilt and Infamy expos'd.
[Aside.
Where is she?

Aster.
Pardon an act of Piety and Love,
When I to guard your Honour, durst remove
A threaten'd Rival.

Solym.
Ravish'd from my pow'r!
And my own Daughter a Conspirator.—
[Aside.
Effeminate Vertue, hence; flye from my sight.

Aster.
Can Solyman in Cruelty delight?
No, be as just as I.

Solym.
Cease thy fond grief;
Be gone, and to thy absence owe thy Life.

Aster.
Then I retire: Not for the fear of Death;
That I can bear, but not your angry breath—
[Ex. Aster.

Solym.
This fatal story must take Aire from you:
[To Mor.
How came my Love discover'd? Traytor how?
If 'twas thy Tongue that durst the secret tell,
Thou hadst better had thy soul as deep in Hell,
As I'm beneath the Stars, than speak that word.

Mor.
I tell the Secrets of my Sacred Lord!
By all that's good to Heaven, I'm not so true,
Not half so constant to my pray'rs as you.

Solym.
How got she hence? where is she?

Mor.
To me, it no less Riddle did appear,
To find her gone, than see Asteria here:
If my eyes fail'd me not, some minutes since
I saw this very Lady part from hence;
And led by Ibrahim—

Solym.
Then she has made escape
By the assistance of Asteria's shape:
Fly, seize 'em both; and bring 'em Prisoners here.
Do it, as thou lov'st happiness; find her,
Or loose thy Life and Me.
Enter Roxolana and Mirva.
My Guards are thine:
Shew me that Face agen, or ne're see mine.

Roxol.
You were discoursing: Royal Sir; go on:
I will be silent till my Lord has done.
For Monarchs sure should speak such Sacred things,
That all shou'd listen to the Voyce of Kings.

Solym.
Am I with shame on every side beset;
This Face I till this hour with pleasure met.

[Aside.
Roxol.
I durst not, Sir, have ventur'd to appear
Within this place, were the fair Christian here:
But in her absence I am bolder grown,
The meanest Star looks out when the Sun's gone.

Solym.
Is it your Wit or Anger makes you thus
Severe, against our Christian Guest, and us?

Roxol.
Sultan, it is my Ruin brings me here,
The Evening of my glorious Day draws near.
From all my long blest hours and shining light,
I take the prospect of Eternal Night.

Solym.
Whence Roxolana should this fear proceed?
And by what Fate is this black Change decreed?

Roxol.
How Sultan! Can you Kill me, and not know
The cruel hand that gives the fatal blow?
Th'effect is but too sure, too plain the cause,
When his kind smiles my alter'd Lord with-draws.

Solym.
Why to your self will you such pains contract,
And fear those injuries I scorn to act?
If from my Smiles your greatness takes its Fate,
I will Smile on, since that supports your State.

Roxol.
Nay then I feel my certain Destiny:
Are empty Smiles all you have left for me?
Sultan! that's not your Love, but Charity.
And of your Charity must I the object grow?
Can Roxolana have a fall so low?
Christian, thou hast perform'd a Tyrants part,
To make this change in my dear Sultan's heart.

Solym.
Well Empress! Since such pow'rful Tears I find,
To mourning Roxolana I'le be kind.

Roxol.
O my faint hopes!

Solym.
Dissembling in a King,
Would be too abject and too base a thing.
And therefore I this favour will impart,
I'le give you the true Picture of my Heart:
I Love that Princess—

Roxol.
O my Death!

Solym.
And to that height that nothing can remove,
My resolution to pursue my Love:
I'le prosecute all the long-practis'd Arts
That Majesty e're found to conquer Hearts.

Roxol.
Nay, now you are more Cruel than before.
Was't not enough I did your Loss deplore?
But t'heighten my despair, must your own breath,
To make my fall more lowd, proclaim my Death?
'T had been enough t'have met a silent Doom.
Must the black Cloud have Thunder in its Womb?

Solym.
Why is your Fall and Death by Solyman wrought?
By Heav'n I've no such mallice in my thought.
My thoughts flow purer: No black stream runs here.
Love fills my breast, and makes the Current clear:
And Love that's the impetuous Tide of Souls,
No Majesty, no Sacred name controules.
But from its pow'r its Innocence does hold,
As th'Acts of Heav'n are good, because they're uncontroul'd.

Roxol.
There was a Time! (but oh
That Roxolana lives to speak that word!)
When my still Lov'd, and my once loving Lord
Vow'd an Eternity of Faith to Me;
And call'd on Heav'n to witness that Decree;
But now unkindly does that Heav'n invoke,
To see his Vows and Sacred Promise broke.
The Days, the Seasons, and the Years go on,
And Nature her unalter'd course does run:
But why's not the United World unhing'd,
When that bright Vertue, which should rule't, is chang'd.
Since Honour can be Violated there,
Why does not Nature your Confusion share?
Is Solymans World more constant than its Lord?

Solym.
'Tis true: I gave you my imperial word
To Love you, and have done it to the height:
Beauty was never treated in more State:
A Nuptial Tye, and sharer in a Throne,
To all my Predecessors was unknown.

Roxol.
Yes Sir; you rais'd me to a Crown, forsook
The rude delights your wilde Fore-fathers took.
When from the feeble Charms of multitude,
And change, your heart with one pure flame endu'd,
Was all entire to Roxolana giv'n:
As Converts quit Idolatry for Heav'n.
To that I ow'd my Happiness; but know,
'Tis to that too, I do my Ruine owe.

Solym.
Death; how she tortures me? Is this
Diversion for a Lover in my pain?
[aside.
No news of Isabella here again?

Roxol.
Had Solyman lov'd like other Turkish Kings,
And I been one of those tame suffering things,
Who as your Slaves, your scatter'd favours caught,
I in the crowd had had no higher thought.
But from that hour I was the Sultan's Wife,
My Soul grew with the glories of my Life.
My infinite Knowledge makes my pains excess:
Remembrance is the Plague of Greatness in distress.

Solym.
When to those eyes I swore I would be true,
'Twas to the Worlds Variety in you.
All your whole Sex for you I did forsake,
Who, had all that Beauty which they joyn'd could make.
And as I constantly perform'd that Vow,
For the same reason I am alter'd now.
Then call me not inconstant, nor unkind,
Who greater charmes in Isabella find—
[Ex. Solym.

Roxol.
Neglected was too much! but slighted too!
Who could expect these barbrous wrongs from you?
Sultan, what e're thy falsehood shall design,
My Lustre through thy hate and scorn shall shine.
Just Gods!
Defend my Vertue; Guard my sacred Fame,
Then whom none nearer to your God-heads came:
Do't, as your Honour and your Pow'rs divine:
Prove your own Greatness by your care of mine.

Mirv.
Doubt not th'Immortal Justice in your Cause.
Since your Apostate Lord his heart with-draws;
Heav'n will Revenge the wrongs to such a Saint:
If there can be a greater punishment,
Then th'offence; to hold so rich, so bright
A Treasure, and want sence to value it.

Roxol.
False though he is—
So much respect is to his greatness due,
I may impeach his Treasons, but not you.

Mirv.
But say the World could yield as great a Man
In Birth, in Love, more great than Solyman;
Who did for Roxolana's Beauty dye,
And with a Love as Innocent, as high;
That wish'd no greater a reward t'obtain,
Than his fair Murderers pitty of his pain.
Could you permit—

Roxol.
That He should tell me so?

Mirv.
Only to ease your grief, and let you know
Your Love is not unfortunate alone:
Since there are miseries beyond your own.

Roxol.
If such a Traytor to my Fame there be,
That thinks Love Innocent, when spoke to me:
Conceal his Name, as you would guard your Life.
But if a silent Death can ease his grief,
Let him Love on, and dye without my frown.
For if his Insolence his Love dares own,
And breath th'aspiring thought, he shall receive,
The cruell'st Doom that Hate and Rage can give.

Enter Ulama.
Mirv.
Take heed, Great Sir, suppress your dang'rous flame,
There's Death and Ruine in the very Name:

[aside to Ulam.
Ulam.
Fair Empress, They, who so much Beauty meet,
Ought to strow Flow'rs and Laurels at your Feet.
The voyce of Tryumph should your ears delight;
But I approach you like those Birds of Night;
Which hovering near great Pallaces, still come
With their harsh Notes t'express some threat'ning doom.
Such your hard Fortune is, and such is mine.
Your cruel Lord (but oh that Fate shou'd joyn
With Cruelty!) by his wild passion led,
Has seiz'd the Christian Princess as she fled:

Roxol.
More weight to my destruction!—

Ulam.
How much this accident, may his fierce rage,
'Gainst an Offending Rivals Life engage,
Is yet not fully known: Only thus far
He, has given away the Conduct of the War
From Ibrahim. Such Madam is my fear
For you, so great my dread of dangers here;
That though my Vows and Pray'rs pay you that Debt
Which all Man-kind does owe; and to compleat
Your glory, wish you all your pow'r can meet:
The World at your Command, and Monarchs at your Feet:
Yet whilst th'imaginary pomp goes on,
And my fierce Zeal exalts you on a Throne,
As high as Heav'n, and no less glorious too.
Not all these thoughts can guild my fears for you.

Roxol.
Obliging Prince; so great has been your sence,
Both of my Wrongs, and of my Innocence;
That in return of such a generous part,
I'le trust you with the secrets of my heart.
This false, unkind, ungrateful Solyman,
Does o're my heart that absolute Monarch reign,
That to what-ever Crimes his Rage dares flye:
My Love's Immortal, though my Pow'r can dye.
So th'Indian Worships the Infernal pow'rs,
And perishes by that which he adores.

[Exit.
Ulam.
How mortal would this sound of horror be
To one that Loved, unless he Lov'd like me?
Her Vertue to her Beauty lends new fire,
And both their charms I equally admire.

Mirv.
I've us'd my pow'r; but your vain hopes forbear.
Should but the name of Love reach her chaste ear,
Her pride & scorn would into Vengeance flye—

[Ex.
Ulam.
I thank her for so just a Cruelty.
And blush to think I durst her Vertue try.
For could she yield to hear one sigh from me,
Her Vows and Nuptial Faith would injur'd be.
And true Love were a stranger to my breast,
If I could wish her Ill to make me blest.
Be Constant still, and all my pride shall be,
To Reconcile thy Faithless Lord and Thee.
For since I must expect those wounds she gave,
Will quickly bring me drooping to my Grave:
My unstain'd soul will then Tryumphant flye,
When thus for the Worlds Empress I shall dye.
Others Love only as their Hope stands fair,
But I Love on to propagate despair.

[Exit.