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SCENE IX.
Hasan, Caraza.Hasan.
Shall then the Greeks, unpunish'd and conceal'd,
Contrive perhaps, the Ruin of our Empire,
League with our Chiefs, and propagate Sedition?
Caraza.
Whate'er their Scheme the Bassa's Death defeats it,
And Gratitude's strong Ties restrain my Tongue.
Hasan.
What Ties to Slaves? what Gratitude to Foes?
Caraza.
In that black Day when slaughter'd Thousands fell
Around these fatal Walls, the Tide of War
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Tore unresisted from the Giant Hand
Of stern Sebalias the triumphant Crescent,
And dash'd the Might of Asem from the Ramparts.
There I became, nor blush to make it known,
The Captive of his Sword. The coward Greeks,
Enrag'd by Wrongs, exulting with Success,
Doom'd me to die with all the Turkish Captains.
But brave Demetrius scorn'd the mean Revenge,
And gave me Life—
Hasan.
Do thou repay the Gift,
Left unrewarded Mercy lose its Charms.
Profuse of Wealth, or bounteous of Success,
When Heav'n bestows the Privilege to bless;
Let no weak Doubt the gen'rous Hand restrain,
For when was Pow'r beneficent in vain?
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