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SCENE V.
Daraxa.Ha!—let me think—I surely know this Dervise—
O my astonish'd Fancy!—can it be?—
But in his Looks, methought, I mark'd the Sultan;
And, as he shot athwart me, from his Eye
Flash'd the proud Lightning of affronted Virtue.
He must be innocent; his being here
Is radiant Proof he must—O weak Daraxa!
What Man of Virtue more would deign to lodge
His Image in thy Breast? Ah! what avails
The light unfounded Love, the treacherous Friendship,
That, with inhuman Cowardice, gives up
A worthy Man to Infamy and Slander?
They talk'd of Aid—what Aid?
[A Cry heard within.
Alas! 'tis past!
For Death was in that Cry—and now her Soul,
Exulting, quits the Coil of this dim World.
Severe Misfortune!—If there was a Cure,
That it should come too late!
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