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SCENE VIII.

Solyman, Osman, Rustan.
Solyman.
Rustan! ha—
Bleeding and pale!

Rustan.
Prince Zanger—

Solyman.
What of him?

Rustan.
To save his brother—But my strength forsakes me—
I die—

Solyman.
Confusion!—raise him up—say on.

Rustan.
To save his brother, rous'd the sleeping camp—
I threw my self, with all your gather'd slaves,
To bar their passage—

Solyman.
Is my son escap'd?

Rustan.
I faint—my heart pants thick—Too late I see
Th' avenging hand of heaven!—too late I find,
All wickedness is misery!—But yet,
I will not die with unrepented guilt
Upon my parting spirit—Mustapha—
Prophet! forgive me—was most innocent:
And Roxolana—

Solyman.
Slave!—thou dy'st too soon:
And hast escap'd my justice—Roxolana—
Thou wouldst have said—is false as hell, or thee!