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SCENE VII.
Cali, Irene, Aspasia, &c.Cali.
Amidst the Splendor of encircling Beauty,
Superiour Majesty proclaims the Queen,
And Nature justifies our Monarch's Choice.
Irene.
Reserve this Homage for some other Fair,
Urge me not on to glittering Guilt, nor pour
In my weak Ear th' intoxicating sounds.
Cali.
Make haste, bright Maid, to rule the willing World;
Aw'd by the Rigour of the Sultan's Justice,
We court thy gentleness.
Aspasia.
Can Cali's Voice
Concur to press a hapless Captive's Ruin?
Cali.
Long would my Zeal for Mahomet and Thee
Detain me here. But Nations call upon me,
And Duty bids me chuse a distant Walk,
Nor taint with Care the Privacies of Love.
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