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SCENE V.
Cali and Mustapha.
Cali.
I see the Gloom that low'rs upon thy Brow,
These Days of Love and Pleasure charm not thee;
Too slow these gentle Constellations roll,
Thou long'st for Stars that frown on human Kind,
And scatter Discord from their baleful Beams.
Mustapha.
How blest art thou, still jocund and serene,
Beneath the Load of Business, and of Years.
Cali.
Sure by some wond'rous Sympathy of Souls,
My Heart still beats responsive to the Sultan's;
I share, by secret Instinct, all his Joys,
And feel no Sorrow while my Sov'reign smiles.
Mustapha.
The Sultan comes, impatient for his Love;
Conduct her hither, let no rude Intrusion
Molest these private Walks, or Care invade
These Hours assign'd to Pleasure and Irene.
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