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SCENE IV.
Irene, Aspasia, Demetrius, Abdalla.Abdalla.
At length the Prize is mine—The haughty Maid
That bears the Fate of Empires in her Air,
Henceforth shall live for me; for me alone
Shall plume her Charms, and, with attentive Watch,
Steal from Abdalla's Eye the Sign to smile.
Demetrius.
Cease this wild Roar of savage Exultation;
Advance, and perish in the frantic Boast.
Aspasia.
Forbear, Demetrius, 'tis Aspasia calls thee;
Thy Love, Aspasia, calls; restrain thy Sword;
Nor rush on useless Wounds with idle Courage.
Demetrius.
What now remains?
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It now remains to fly?
Demetrius.
Shall then the Savage live, to boast his Insult;
Tell how Demetrius shun'd his single Hand,
And stole his Life and Mistress from his Sabre?
Abdalla.
Infatuate Loiterer, has Fate, in vain,
Unclasp'd his Iron Gripe to set thee free;
Still dost thou flutter in the Jaws of Death?
Snar'd with thy Fears, and maz'd in Stupefaction.
Demetrius.
Forgive, my Fair, 'tis Life, 'tis Nature calls.
Now, Traytor, feel the Fear that chills my Hand.
Aspasia.
'Tis Madness to provoke superfluous Danger,
And Cowardice to dread the Boast of Folly.
Abdalla.
Fly, Wretch, while yet my Pity grants thee Flight;
The Power of Turkey waits upon my Call.
Leave but this Maid, resign a hopeless Claim,
And drag away thy Life in Scorn and Safety,
Thy Life, too mean a Prey to lure Abdalla.
Demetrius.
Once more I dare thy Sword, behold the Prize,
Behold I quit her to the Chance of Battle.
[Quitting Aspasia.
Abdalla.
Well mayst thou call thy Master to the Combat,
And try the Hazard that hast Nought to stake;
Alike my Death or thine is gain to thee,
But soon thou shalt repent: another Moment
Shall throw th' attending Janizaries round thee.
[Exit hastily Abdalla.
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