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SCENE I.

Demetrius, Aspasia, enter as talking.
Aspasia.
Enough—resistless Reason calms my Soul—
Approving Justice smiles upon your Cause,
And Nature's Rights entreat th' asserting Sword.
Yet when your Hand is lifted to destroy,
Think—but excuse a Woman's needless Caution,
Purge well thy Mind from ev'ry private Passion,
Drive Int'rest, Love, and Vengeance from thy Thoughts,
Fill all thy ardent Breast with Greece and Virtue,
Then strike secure, and Heav'n assist the Blow.

Demetrius.
Thou kind Assistant of my better Angel,
Propitious Guide of my bewilder'd Soul,
Calm of my Cares, and Guardian of my Virtue.

Aspasia.
My Soul first kindled by thy bright Example,
To noble Thought and gen'rous Emulation,
Now but reflects those Beams that flow'd from thee.

Demetrius.
With native Lustre and unborrow'd Greatness,
Thou shin'st, bright Maid, superior to Distress;
Unlike the trifling Race of vulgar Beauties,
Those glitt'ring Dew-drops of a vernal Morn,
That spread their Colours to the genial Beam,
And sparkling quiver to the Breath of May;
But when the Tempest with sonorous Wing
Sweeps o'er the Grove, forsake the lab'ring Bough,
Dispers'd in Air or mingled with the Dust.

Aspasia.
Forbear this Triumph—still new Conflicts wait us,
Foes unforeseen, and Dangers unsuspected.
Oft when the fierce Besiegers eager Host
Beholds the fainting Garrison retire,
And rushes joyful to the naked Wall,
Destruction flashes from th' insidious Mine,
And sweeps th' exulting Conqueror away:
Perhaps in vain the Sultan's Anger spar'd me,
To find a meaner Fate from treach'rous Friendship—
Abdalla—

Demetrius.
Can Abdalla then dissemble?
That firy Chief, renown'd for gen'rous Freedom,
For Zeal unguarded, undissembled Hate,
For daring Truth, and turbulence of Honour?

Aspasia.
This open Friend, this undesigning Hero,
With noisy Falshoods forc'd me from your Arms,
To shock my Virtue with a Tale of Love.

Demetrius.
Did not the Cause of Greece restrain my Sword,
Aspasia should not fear a second Insult.

Aspasia.
His Pride and Love by Turns inspir'd his Tongue,
And intermix'd my Praises with his own;
His Wealth, his Rank, his Honours he recounted,
Till in the midst of Arrogance and Fondness,
Th' approaching Sultan forc'd me from the Palace;
Then while he gaz'd upon his yielding Mistress,
I stole unheeded from their ravish'd Eyes,
And sought this happy Grove in quest of Thee.

Demetrius.
Soon may the final Stroke decide our Fate,
Lest baneful Discord crush our infant Scheme,
And strangled Freedom perish in the Birth.

Aspasia.
My Bosom harrass'd with alternate Passions,
Now hopes, now fears—

Demetrius.
Th' Anxieties of Love.

Aspasia.
Think how the sov'reign Arbiter of Kingdoms,
Detests thy false Associates black Designs,
And frowns on Perjury, Revenge and Murder.
Embark'd with Treason on the Seas of Fate,
When Heav'n shall bid the swelling Billows rage,
And point vindictive Lightnings at Rebellion,
Will not the Patriot share the Traytor's Danger?
Oh could thy Hand unaided free thy Country,
Nor mingled Guilt pollute the sacred Cause!

Demetrius.
Permitted oft, though not inspir'd by Heav'n,
Successful Treasons punish impious Kings.

Aspasia.
Nor end my Terrors with the Sultan's Death;
Far as Futurity's untravell'd Waste
Lies open to Conjecture's dubious Ken,
On ev'ry Side Confusion, Rage and Death,
Perhaps the Phantoms of a Woman's Fear,
Beset the treacherous Way with fatal Ambush;
Each Turkish Bosom burns for thy Destruction,
Ambitious Cali dreads the Statesman's Arts,
And hot Abdalla hates the happy Lover.

Demetrius.
Capricious Man! to Good and Ill inconstant,
Too much to fear or trust, is equal Weakness.
Sometimes the Wretch unaw'd by Heav'n or Hell,
With mad Devotion idolizes Honour.
The Bassa, reeking with his Master's Murder,
Perhaps may start at violated Friendship.

Aspasia.
How soon, alas! will Int'rest, Fear, or Envy,
O'erthrow such weak, such accidental Virtue,
Nor built on Faith, nor fortify'd by Conscience?

Demetrius.
When desp'rate Ills demand a speedy Cure,
Distrust is Cowardice, and Prudence Folly.

Aspasia.
Yet think a Moment, ere you court Destruction,
What Hand, when Death has snatch'd away Demetrius,
Shall guard Aspasia from triumphant Lust.

Demetrius.
Dismiss these needless Fears—a Troop of Greeks
Well known, long try'd, expect us on the Shore.
Borne on the Surface of the smiling Deep,
Soon shalt thou scorn, in Safety's Arms repos'd,
Abdalla's Rage and Cali's Stratagems.

Aspasia.
Still, still Distrust sits heavy on my Heart.
Will e'er an happier Hour revisit Greece?

Demetrius.
Should Heav'n yet unappeas'd refuse its Aid,
Disperse our Hopes, and frustrate our Designs,
Yet shall the Conscience of the great Attempt
Diffuse a Brightness on our future Days;
Nor will his Country's Groans reproach Demetrius.
But how can'st thou support the Woes of Exile?
Can'st thou forget hereditary Splendours,
To live obscure upon a foreign Coast,
Content with Science, Innocence and Love?

Aspasia.
Nor Wealth, nor Titles, make Aspasia's Bliss.
O'erwhelm'd and lost amidst the publick Ruins
Unmov'd I saw the glitt'ring Trifles perish,
And thought the petty Dross beneath a Sigh.
Chearful I follow to the rural Cell,
Love be my Wealth, and my Distinction Virtue.

Demetrius.
Submissive and prepar'd for each Event,
Now let us wait the last Award of Heav'n,
Secure of Happiness from Flight or Conquest,
Nor fear the Fair and Learn'd can want Protection.
The mighty Tuscan courts the banish'd Arts
To kind Italia's hospitable Shades;
There shall soft Leisure wing th' excursive Soul,
And Peace propitious smile on fond Desire;
There shall despotick Eloquence resume
Her ancient Empire o'er the yielding Heart;
There Poetry shall tune her sacred Voice,
And wake from Ignorance the Western World.