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SCENE V.

Cali, Mahomet.
Cali.
Long be the Sultan bless'd with happy Love!
My Zeal marks Gladness dawning on thy Cheek,
With Raptures such as fire the Pagan Crouds,
When pale, and anxious for their Years to come,
They see the Sun surmount the dark Eclipse,
And hail unanimous their conqu'ring God.

Mahomet.
My Vows, 'tis true, she hears with less Aversion,
She sighs, she blushes, but she still denies.

Cali.
With warmer Courtship press the yielding Fair,
Call to your Aid with boundless Promises
Each rebel Wish, each traitor Inclination
That raises Tumults in the female Breast,
The love of Pow'r, of Pleasure, and of Show.

Mahomet.
These Arts I try'd, and to inflame her more,
By hateful Business hurried from her sight,
I bad a hundred Virgins wait around her,
Sooth her with all the Pleasures of Command,
Applaud her Charms, and court her to be Great.

Exit Mahomet.