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SCENE XII.

Hasan, Caraza, Mahomet, Mustapha, Murza, Abdalla.
Murza.
Forgive, great Sultan! that by Fate prevented,
I bring a tardy Message from Irene.

Mahomet.
Some artful Wile of counterfeited Love!
Some soft Decoy to lure me to Destruction!
And thou, the curs'd Accomplice of her Treason,
Declare thy Message, and expect thy Doom.

Murza.
The Queen requested that a chosen Troop
Might intercept the Traitor Greek, Demetrius,
Then ling'ring with his captive Mistress here.

Mustapha.
The Greek, Demetrius! whom th' expiring Bassa
Declar'd the chief Associate of his Guilt.

Mahomet.
A chosen Troop—to intercept—Demetrius—
The Queen requested—Wretch, repeat the Message;
And if one varied Accent prove thy Falshood,
Or but one Moment's Pause betray Confusion,
Those trembling Limbs—Speak out, thou shiv'ring Traitor.

Murza.
The Queen requested—

Mahomet.
Who? the dead Irene?
Was she then guiltless! Has my thoughtless Rage
Destroy'd the fairest Workmanship of Heav'n!
Doom'd her to Death unpity'd and unheard,
Amidst her kind Solicitudes for me!
Ye Slaves of Cruelty, ye Tools of Rage,
[To Has. and Car.
Ye blind officious Ministers of Folly,
Could not her Charms repress your Zeal for Murder?
Could not her Prayers, her Innocence, her Tears,
Suspend the dreadful Sentence for an Hour?
One Hour had freed me from the fatal Error,
One Hour had sav'd me from Despair and Madness.

Caraza.
Your fierce Impatience forc'd us from your Presence,
Urg'd us to Speed, and bad us banish Pity,
Nor trust our Passions with her fatal Charms.

Mahomet.
What hadst thou lost by slighting those Commands?
Thy Life perhaps—Were but Irene spar'd,
Well if a Thousand Lives like thine had perish'd;
Such Beauty, Sweetness, Love, were cheaply bought,
With half the grov'ling Slaves that load the Globe.

Mustapha.
Great is thy Woe! but think, illustrious Sultan,
Such Ills are sent for Souls like thine to conquer.
Shake off this Weight of unavailing Grief,
Rush to the War, display thy dreadful Banners,
And lead thy Troops victorious round the World.

Mahomet.
Robb'd of the Maid, with whom I wish'd to triumph,
No more I burn for Fame or for Dominion;
Success and Conquest now are empty Sounds,
Remorse and Anguish seize on all my Breast;
Those Groves, whose Shades embower'd the dear Irene,
Heard her last Cries, and fann'd her dying Beauties,
Shall hide me from the tasteless World for ever.
[Mahomet goes back and returns.
Yet ere I quit the Scepter of Dominion,
Let one just Act conclude the hateful Day.
Hew down, ye Guards, those Vassals of Distraction,
[Pointing to Hasan and Caraza.
Those Hounds of Blood, that catch the Hint to kill,
Bear off with eager haste th' unfinish'd Sentence,
And speed the Stroke lest Mercy should o'ertake them.

Caraza.
Then hear, great Mahomet, the Voice of Truth.

Mahomet.
Hear! shall I hear thee! did'st thou hear Irene?

Caraza.
Hear but a Moment.

Mahomet.
Had'st thou heard a Moment,
Thou might'st have liv'd, for thou hadst spar'd Irene.

Caraza.
I heard her, pitied her, and wish'd to save her.

Mahomet.
And wish'd—Be still thy Fate to wish in vain.

Caraza.
I heard, and soften'd, till Abdalla brought
Her final Doom, and hurried her Destruction.

Mahomet.
Abdalla brought her Doom! Abdalla brought it!
The Wretch, whose Guilt declar'd by tortur'd Cali,
My Rage and Grief had hid from my remembrance,
Abdalla brought her Doom!

Hasan.
Abdalla brought it,
While she yet beg'd to plead her Cause before thee.

Mahomet.
O seize me, Madness—Did she call on me!
I feel, I see the Ruffian's barb'rous Rage.
He seiz'd her melting in the fond Appeal,
And stopp'd the heav'nly Voice that call'd on me.
My Spirits fail, awhile support me, Vengeance—
Be just ye Slaves, and, to be just, be cruel,
Contrive new Racks, imbitter every Pang,
Inflict whatever Treason can deserve,
Which murder'd Innocence that call'd on me.
[Exit Mahomet.

[Abdalla is dragg'd off.