University of Virginia Library

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

Ulamar.
Ul.
Beaufort ; thy loss sits Heavy on my Soul!
For I shall never see thy like again;
In whom the Flame of English Spirit shone,
A Greatness that adorns those generous Nations,
That never Basely yet resign'd their Liberty!
A Magnanimity unknown to Slaves!
Oh how unlike our new Confederates he?
But yet this Night I will have Truce with Grief;
This Night I Conscerate to Love and Joy:
Hast then, my Fairest, my espous'd, O hast!
And cheer thy Languishing Impatient Ulamar.

Scene Second.

Sakia, Irene, Ulamar.
Sak.
'Tis late, and we will leave thee to thy Bride.

Ul.
Well Madam! Now I hope you are Satisfy'd!

Sak.
Not thou thy self art more.

Ul.
You own then, I have Reason to be satisfy'd.

Sak.
Oh thou art Blest above the Race of men,
Possessing all that's Good, and all that's Fair.

Ul.
You have heard Irene talk, which till this Day,
Your strange Aversion never would permit you.
What think you of her Mind?

Sak.
Oh 'tis the very Mind of all her Sex,
That's fit to Animate that Lovely Person,
An Angel fit to inform that Glorious Sphears;
Prepare thy self to Morrow for new Transports,
For then thou shalt behold the best of Fathers,
And I the best of Love as in a Husband.

Ul.
He'll not refuss'd to see Irene sure,
Tho' born an Angian.

Sak.
O no, My Son, He will not only see.
But will be Ravish'd with the Matchless sight;
For thou hast Chose exactly to his wish;
And thy choice answers to the Fair Idea,
The Lovely Image, and the perfect mind
Which his rich Fancy form'd for thee:
Once more, ten Thousand Blessings on you both.

Scene Third.

Ulamar, Irene.
Ul.
Come to my Arms, thou Charming wish of Souls!
The happy Night, th' Auspicious hour is come
That I so long have wish'd, so long Dispair'd to see;
Make but this Bliss perpetual, O ye Powr's!
I ask no more, for I am Blest as you.
What's this? By all the Immortal Pow'rs in Tears!
And art thou Griev'd, that thy poor Lovers Blest?
Is this thy Constancy? Is this thy Flame?

Ire.
My Ulamar! Since I declar'd my Love
When Decency almost forbad the sound:
Now Heav'n has made it Duty, I must own
My Passion, is my Darling Pride of Soul;
And never can Irene more be pleas'd
Than when her Lovely Ulamer is Blest:
But ah, a sadness sits upon my Soul,
A fatal load, that weighs it down from Bliss,
To which it would aspire, a black Presage
That wispers to me, I must loose thee Ulamar.

Ul.
The Gods forbid, that I should loose Irene,
Why shou'd my Love give way to such a thought?

Ire.
Oh Ulamar! My Happiness! My Life!
The blissful Days and Hours that I expect:
Now Joyn'd in happy Nuptial League with thee,
Is surely what offends th' Immortal Pow'rs;
Such Bliss is far above a Mortal state,
For we should Live and be as Gods my Love
And that the Wrathful Pow'rs above deny.

Ul.
This is meer Melancholly fancy all.

Ire.
Ah me! What dreadful Groan was that, as if
A Thousand wretches, in one Breath expir'd:
The Demons of the Air, sure catch my Grief
Confirming my Presage.

Ul.
'Tis Fancy all, or next to Fancy wind,
That raging makes the bending Forest roar,
No Dearest, if th' Immortal Pow'rs are Angry,
'Tis not with thee, for thou art Spotless all,
In whom not Earth, nor Heav'n a fault can see;
No, 'tis with me who see all Heav'n before me,
And yet delay to tast of Immortality.
For Oh! I talk, I loiter out the Night
Too, too Inestimable to be lost
In words: If we must talk, to Bed my Fair,
Where I shall whisper something to thy Soul
That is a Secret for the Gods and thee.
O those bewitching Blushes! How they dart
Cælestial Fire thro' all my Trembling frame.
If there is cause to Fear th' Immortal Pow'rs
Should Snatch thee from me, let us Live to Night,
This Blissful Night whole Ages let us Live.

Ire.
Bless me ye Pow'rs! What dismal Screem is that?
Heard you not something?

Ul.
Plainly I heard, and wonder what if means.

Ire.
Hark! hark! Another shreek.

Ul.
And now they groan.

Ire.
Now shouts of Joy Succeed.
And now a Noise of Murder and of Fire.

Scene Fourth.

Ulamar, Irene, Arimat Wounded.
Ul.
Ha! What art thou, thus mangled, and thus Pale?
Can'st thou be Arimat?

Ari.
The poor remains of Arimat.

Ul.
Alas! Thou art Dying.

Ari.
Yes, there were two things
That I had left to do in this frail World;
To save thee Ulamar, and then to Dye.

Ul.
Surprise has so Confounded all my Pow'rs
That I want force to ask thee, who has done this.

Ari.
Who but our new Allies.

Ul.
The French?

Ari.
The Faithless French.

Ul.
Impossible! Thou rav'st poor Dying Arimat.

Ari.
I would to Heav'n I did: the Perjur'd French
Rallying their routed Troops, came back by stealth,
And for twelve Hours, insidiously sat down
Under the Brow of yonder Northern Mount,
And there sat Brooding o're their black design.

Ul.
How know'st thou this?

Ari.
Aloud they boast it thro' our Flaming streets,
And how with ease by Night, they gain'd a Place,
Trusting to Solemn Oaths so lately Sworn;
Bury'd in Sleep, and quite dissolv'd in Luxury.

Ul.
Confusion! Angiæ on the Brink of Ruin,
And I stand loitering here, to Arms, to Arms.

Ari.
Hold, Ulamar, I came not for that purpose;
'Tis now to late to Fight; for all our Angians,
Except a few, are Fled, or Slain, or taken.

Ul.
And why had I no sooner Notice?

Ari.
Alas! All this has in few Minuets past,
For we were most without Defence surpriz'd,
Depending on this Nights so Solemn Treaty.
Fly while thou can'st, Brave Ulamar, Oh Fly!
A dauntless handful still, of our Brave Warriours
With Matchless Valour keep the Dogs at Bay;
Yet they but Fight, to give thee time to Fly,
Their zeal to save their wretched sinking Country;
Against vast Numbers: For a while sustains them,
That they may save in thee, the Prop of Liberty,
The great support of all th' Iroquian Tribes,
The only hope of Angiæ.—
My fainting Limbs, no longer will support me;
Receive me Earth, the Refuse now of Nature.
[Falls.
Fly Ulamar, e're yet it be to late,
Or thou and Angiæ are like me no more.

[Dies.
Iri.
He Dies.
Begone my Love, without delay begone.

Ul.
And where alas wilt thou go?

Ire.
To Life or Death I'll follow thee.

Ul.
To Life thou can'st not, 'tis impossible,
For I must Scale the Palisades t'escape.
The French possess the Gates; no, Flight for me,
No, I must Die; but will not tamely Fall;
Nor unreveng'd, to Arms, to arms.

Scene 5.

Ulamar, Irene, Zephario Wounded.
Zep.
O Horrour! Horrour! 'tis too late my Son.

Ire.
My Father bleeding? Stream my Eyes like fountains.

Zep.
Angiæ has been, and we are now no more.
Die Ulamar, and thou Irene Die:
If thou would'st Dye, as thou hast Liv'd with Honour,
Die quickly, while thy wretched Country-men:
The few remains of Angians scarse defend
The Entrance to this place—I can no more.

[Dies.
Ire.
He dies, he dies, and Heav'n looks calmly on.

Ul.
Hark! hark! they come, Retire my Love retire,
Now for the welcome that such guests deserve.

Scene 6.

Ula. Ire. Front. Mir. Officers and Souldiers. Fight.
Front.
Ha! Who art thou so young, yet do'st such wonders,
Thou art truly Brave by Heav'n.

Mir.
So Brave, that 'tis a most Opprobrious shame
That he should poorly be opprest by Odds:
My Lord, give orders that your Men retire,
I am alone sufficient.

(Advancing.
Front.
Hold Kinsman, Miramont I charge thee hold.

Ul.
Ha! Miramont!

Mir.
Yes, what hast thou to say to Miramont?

Ul.
Come on, and twice in one Revolving Sun
Receive thy Life from me.

Mir.
Ha! my Preserver?
These are the only Arms I'll use with thee;
(Embraces
Resign thy Sword, and thy Defence to me:
This is Count Frontenac our Captain General,
Allied to me in Blood, allied in Soul,
Dearer then all Relations as my Friend,
And I have made Him Swear my Brave Deliverer
Should be both Safe and Free.

Ul.
This morning by thy Looks I thought thee Honest,
And in thy words a Generous Mind appears,
How comes it that thou Vilely could'st descend
To share the Guilt of this Perfidious act?

Mir.
I share it not,
For I return'd not to attack the Angians,
But to deliver thee:
Know I detested this Perfidious Deed;
But what can one against a Multitude,
Or the Commands of Arbitary sway?
Our General too detests it in his Heart.

Ul.
And yet performs it? What a Riddle's this?

Front.
I dare not disobey Superiour Pow'r.

Ul.
In all new France no Pow'r excells thy own.

Front.
From Europe the severe Command arriv'd.

Ul.
But why this odious Treason?

Front.
Thrice have I orders from the Court receiv'd,
To spare no Force, nor Art, nor Cost, nor Fraud
To seize upon the General of the Angians.

Ul.
Ha! Wherefore?

Front.
'Tis He's the furious Thunderbolt of War,
That maks th' unconquer'd Iroquois so dreadful,
To us more Mortal then a General Plague,
Consumes our Colonies, destroys our Men,
Slaughters our faithful Friends and our Allies;
Nay Vows t' Extirpate all the Gallick Race;
Their very Memories, and their Names from Canada.

Ul.
D'ost thou know Him!

Front.
His Deeds have made him, too much known to France,
But for his Face, I never yet beheld it,
Yet by the Angians obstinate defence
Before this place: I thought to have found him here,
Thou may'st discover where he lies conceal'd,
For the other Slaves are obstinately Dumb.

Ul.
What would'st thou with him?

Front.
When I have got him in my Pow'r, he dies,
For so my Orders from the Court require,
And I have Sworn, he shall not Live an hour.

Ul.
Then rashly hast thou Sworn, and thou art Perjur'd.

Front.
Presumtuous Boy!

Ul.
Yes, thou art Perjur'd
For thou hast Sworn to thy Relation there,
The General of the Angians shou'd be free.

Front.
Yet more presumptuous!
Would'st thou, who art not old enough to serve;
Would thou pretend to lead an Army?

Ul.
Yes;
They whom the Gods Inspire are ne're too young,
And they have set up me, to save my Country;
And drive out Tyrants, from this Indian World.

Front.
I see thou hast a Soul above thy years,
And that exalted Soul must scorn a Lye;
Thou art the General then, since thou hast said it,
Here take him Guards, and lead him to his Fate.

Mir.
Confusion! Hold there! What do you mean my Lord?

Front.
I mean to take his Life.

Mir.
But that you must not.

Front.
How; must not?

Mir.
No; shall not, dare not.

Front.
And who dares hinder me? I here am Absolute.

Mir.
You have given your solemn Oath, and dare not break it.

Front.
I had given the King my Solemn word before:
I'st not the Kings Command?

Mir.
No, 'tis unjust, the King can do no Wrong:
He who Commands injustice, is no King;
Nor are we bound t' Obey.

Front.
Always a Male-content!

Mir.
Am I alone?
Are there not Thousands here in Caneda?
O would you kearken to great Natures call.

Front.
Away! I hear thee not,
But for this Angian, instantly he dies
Take him away there.

Mir.
The Dog who first lays hold of him shall Perish;
As long as I have Life, I will defend him.

Front.
Hold there!
That Life is forfeited if I wou'd take it;
But fondly thou presum'st upon my Love.
Ungrateful Miramont! Art thou my Friend?
Who seek'st my Infamy, who seek'st my Ruin?

Mir.
I seek your Honour.

Front.
My Honour! mind your own.

Mir.
I will, I do:
Whose Honour here is more concern'd than mine;
Depending on your Faith, I gave my Honour
To see this Noble youth both Safe and Free;
And 'twas the trust that he repos'd in that.
Made him deliver up his Sword to me:
I have giv'n my Honour, and I will maintain it;
And yours, tho' you neglect it.

Front.
Ha! have a care!

Mir.
I will have no care; here take my Life,
'Tis that I know you Thirst for, and 'tis yours.

Front.
I am but too tender of it.

Mir.
To tenderness thy Souls an utter Stranger:
He tender of my Life, who takes my Honour!

Front.
Upon thy Life no more? Come yet I am thy Friend.

Mir.
You never were.

Front.
O thou wilt Rouse the Lyon till he tears thee.

Mir.
Here let him tear me! What's this wretched Breast,
Without the unsullied Jewel, of the which
You basely would deprive it.

Front.
Ha! Am I then defy'd, here Seize him Guards,
Kill him if he Resists: Hold, Gods he Bleeds!

Mit.
Yes, 'tis the Blood so oft I've shed for you.

Front.
It is indeed; that thought coolls all my rage:
What woulst thou have at last? My utter ruine?
Come, thou shalt have thy wish.
But wilt thou then believe I am thy Friend?

Mir.
How can you think that he desires your Ruine,
Who has so oft shed his best Blood to serve you;
No, I will die before I will see that;
Nay he shall die too:
But come my Lord, consider e're you act;
Behold this noble Youth with all your Eyes,
Reflect upon his Worth, survey his Person.

Front.
I have consider'd all.

Mir.
Is not his Courage more than common?

Front.
Heroick.

Mir.
His Magnanimity?

Front.
Godlike.

Mir.
His Person?

Front.
The pleasure of my Eyes;
And were he not my Country's mortal Foe:
How I could doat on such uncommon worth.

Mir.
Come, come, my Lord, your Country's Foes are they,
Who trample under foot its Native Rights:
Not they who Fight against Tyrannick Sway;
But all this while this Fair one we neglect:
Yet She is Fair—

Front.
A Miracle of Beauty;

Mir.
And seems to have a Soul above her Sex:
Look how her mournful Eyes move melting pity!
In which the greatness of her mind appears,
That strugles to repress her mighty Woe;
So soft, so young, so tender; yet so firm!
By her this wretched Youth should be a Lover.
Is She thy Mistriss or thy Wife?

Ul.
Oh thou hast found a way to break my Heart;
This stubborn Heart which Fate could not subdue!
For when I think of what She undergoes,
In my tumultous Breast it sinks and dies.

Mir.
Is she thy Mistriss or thy Wife? Nay speak.

Ul.
Oh cruel Fate! Was ever Woe like mine?
Alas! She's both my Mistriss and my Wife

Mir.
We are no strangers to the Pow'r of Love,
Nor to the Grief that hapless Love attends;
We know how Cruel 'tis, to be thus torn
From all that's precious to our Bleeding Hearts;
And shall we inflict those piercing woes on others?
My Lord, my Lord, by powerful Love I charge you,
Whose Captive you have been, and yet remain,
Or is the Object of your Flame forgot?

Front.
O Never, never shall she be forgot!

Mir.
Then by great Love, whose Captive you remain,
I here conjure you, spare this Captive pair;
By the remembrance of that Lovely Object,
By all the Bliss you Enjoy'd with her so long;
By all your bitter Woe for her sad Loss,
And by those sighs you now profoundly draw
From your sad Heart, th' Exhaustless source of Woe.

Front.
O Miramont forbear, my Friend forbear,
Thou hast rouz'd the Vultour slumbering in my Breast,
That gnaws my Heart asunder.

Mir.
If Seperations hard to you my Lord,
Who long possest the Darling of your Heart,
And who from Life's Meridian now decline;
What must it be to him, whose Youthful Blood
Feels all the stings, of violent Desire?
To him my Lord, to whom Possessions new;
He and his Wife, in their first Charming Bloom,
Can never have Enjoy'd each other long,
How long hast thou been Marry'd?

Ul.
Ye Gods, ye Gods, let me not think of it!

Mir.
Nay answer me, I ask it but to serve thee.

Ul.
Thou seest that I am ready for my Fate;
But let me Dye, as I have Liv'd, a Man,
For thou wilt make a Woman of me,
This very fatal Ev'ning joyn'd our Hands.

Mir.
This night! this very night! O Earth and Heav'n,
I'st possible? No ne're was Woe like thine!
Thy Wife is then a Virgin, yet untouch'd,
And that thou Lov'st her more than Life it self,
Thy ardent, and thy melting Eyes declare:
Thou for this Night perhaps hast languish'd long,
Or long hast been upon the painful Wreck,
Been tost Alternately, from eager hope
To Mortal fear; from Fear to Hope again,
And we surpriz'd thee in the last Impatience;
Eager for Bliss, and panting to the Goal;
And must Death cut off all thy charming Hope,
Ev'n in th' enchanting height of Expectation?
This is unheard of, this is monstrous Cruelty.
Come, you must melt, my Lord, you shall, you do,
We shall not else be look'd upon as Men;
As men, the very Lyon and the Tyger
Wou'd be less Barbarous, would be less Inhumane,
And here's a sight, that in their Savage breasts
Might raise a tender sense of humane Woe.

Front.
This is indeed deplorable.

Mir.
My Lord, my Lord, you utterly forget,
That we our selves have Wives and Children too,
That languish if they Live in hard Captivity,
Tho' where we know not; yet the Powr's above
Behold them, and prepare with dreadful Plagues
To visit our Crimes upon their Innocence,
And all th' injustice, and the crying Cruelty
Which we inflict on this unhappy Pair,
On those poor Innocents will be Reveng'd!

Front.
I'll hear no more;
For thou wilt melt me, to my Ruin Miramont;
And these by my Distruction thou would'st Save;
Thou know'st the Kings Commands are most severe.

Mir.
And most unjust.
But Arbitrary Kings, are always Slaves
To Interest: their Implicit grand Command
To all their Subjects, is to advance that,
To which all Orders are suppos'd to tend;
But 'tis the apparent Interest of the King,
To spare this Valiant Youth, which when you shew.

Front.
But how can I shew that?

Mir.
Why would the King destroy him?

Front.
Once more I tell thee;
Because he is his Mortal Foe declar'd,
And is besides the universal Soul
That warms, and moves, and animates these Nations,
T' oppose his vast Designs, whom when they loose
The very Spirit, that supports them gone.

Mir.
If he declares for us, they loose him more
Than if he Dies; because we gain him then.

Front.
But he's too Lofty, and too Fierce for that,
He'll ne're declare for us.

Mir.
(apart)
I would not have him, but I must gain time,
Which if I compass, I may yet preserve him
[To Front.]
Not Instantly; His Souls too great for that;
But give him time my Lord.

Front.
The English may return, the Angians Rally,
And then, he may be wrested from our hands;
How shou'd I answer that?

Mir.
Before the Morning they can ne're return;
Give him till point of Day, and let this Fair one
Try her persuasive Pow'r.

Front.
Captain?

Offi.
My Lord!

Front.
The Charge of these two Prisoners must be yours;
But keep your Guard, for Half an Hour at distance;
That their Discourse may not be overheard
If in that time he will declare for us,
Let him be left here with his Beauteous Bride;
But place a guard without that may protect them.
If he refuses, bring him strait to me
And her Convey to th' other Female Captives.
Now Angian, Life or Death are in thy choice;
If thou wilt Swear t' embrace our Interests,
A Glorious Instrument thou mayst become
To make these Nations Subject to our Sway,
And then thou shalt be Happy, shalt be great,
And under us Rule all th' Jroquian Tribes:
If thou Refusest thou shalt surely Die.

Scene the 6.

Ulamar, Irene.
Ul.
Ah poor Irene!

Ire.
Wretched Ulamar!

Ul.
We but just are met—

Ire.
And we must part. Would'st thou not tell me so?

Ul.
We must; for ever part.

Ire.
Who could have thought it!

Ul.
Who could have beleiv'd it?

Ire.
That wish'd for Happiness should be so near.

Ul.
And be so soon, and so entirely lost.

Ire.
Ah cruel change!

Ul.
O mortal Woe! one Kiss, and then farewel.

Ire.
The Gods have giv'n to others to fare well.
O miserably must Irene fare!
Art thou in hast to leave thy Bride for ever?

Ul.
My Life! can I avoid it? I must leave thee;
Thou seest the Spousals Cruel Fate prepares for us,
These are the Wedding Joys that Heav'n provides us;
Farewel! A longer stay will quite unman me,
Eternally Farewell—O Cursed parting
[Kisses her.
O Charming, earnest of Immortal Bliss,
VVhich I must ne'er enjoy!

Ire.
The Gods, the Gods reward this Faithless Race.

Ul.
Me rather Curse, Yes, Curse my damn'd Credulity;
O Fool, fool, fool, to be thus grossly chous'd
By these vile tricking Slaves! O I am lost!
But Justly there's the Torment Justly lost,
I poorly ran the hazard of my Country
To save my House, and on my House the first
The greatest, and most dismal Vengeance Falls.

Ire.
But lost Irene's most of all undone,
Consider what I am, and what I was
In the beginning of this Fatal Night;
Was I not Happy?

Ul.
Thou wast indeed.

Ire.
How am I fall'n!

Ul.
Oh thou art plung'd in an Abiss of Woe!

Ire.
If I appear to abraid thee Ulamar;
Think there's a wonderous reason for't, who caus'd
This dreadful Revolution in my Fate?

Ul.
Who but a Dog, who but a Dog?
O I could tear my self!

Ire.
Thine is the Fault, but whose must be the Pain?
But whose must be the Horrour?

Ul.
Oh that it might be mine! might all be mine?

Ire.
Thy Enemies will soon deliver thee,
And Death will be thy Friend; his Icy hand
Will soon convey thee to that Blissful Land,
Where thou shalt Swim in Everlasting Joy,
Where thou wilt soon forget thy Lov'd Irene.

Ul.
Oh never! never!

Ire.
The Transitory Pains of Death with thee
Will soon be o're, but I shall feel them long;
Of thy sad Death how long may I be Dying,
For I have neither Enemy, nor Friend
That will deliver me; but must be left
Alone! Oh all alone, I shall be left
Without my Country, and my dear Relations,
Without my Faithful Friends, nay without thee,
Who wert Relations, Country, all to me.
O that thou wert! O that thou would'st be all!

Ul.
Thou Miserablest of the Race of Women,
What would'st thou?

Ire.
Thou seest in what Condition I am left,
In what Perfidious, in what Barbarout Hands;
Say, what am I to expect when thou art gone,
From such a Cruel, such a Faithless Race?

Ul.
Oh Damn them—damn them, O Revenge, Revenege!
I'd give the World that thou wert in my Pow'r

Ire.
Say Ulamar, for thou hast known me long;
Say, did I e're appear thus mov'd before?

Ul.
No, Never, never, Hate is on thy Brow,
And thy Soul's teeming with some wonderous Birth;
Let it be ne're so dreadful bring it out,
The worst of Fate I have already felt.

Ire.
If e'er thou lov'd'st me with a Noble Passion,
'Tis time to shew it now.

Ul.
Whither art thou going?

Ire.
Once more tell me,
Who brought this Load of Woe upon my Head.

Ul.
Oh Damnation! oh!

Ire.
From whom should my Delieverance then proceed?

Ul.
Lightning this moment blast me! must I then
Betray my Country, or Abandon thee!

Ire.
Say, tho' a poor distressful, Widow'd Virgin,
Yet am I not thy Wife.

Ul.
My Dearest VVife!
Dearer then is the Blood that warms my Heart,
But ruin'd Angiæ is my Country still.

Ire.
Wilt thou do nothing for Me Ulamar;
Is not my Honour thine?

Ul.
It is, and mine is thine?
And therefore I'll preserve it, true to thee,
To Heav'n and Nature, and to Ruin'd Angiæ.

Ire.
And I would have thee Constant to them all;
For if thou prov'st a Traytor to the Rest,
Thou wilt be so to me.

Ul.
Ha!
Is there another way to thy Deliverance?
I'll shed the Blood that's Dearest to my Heart
T' obtain it.

Ire.
The Blood that's dearest to thy Heart?

Ul.
By the great mind I will.

Ire.
Is not that Blood Irene's?

Ul.
Thy Blood! O Horrour! what hast thou propos'd?

Ire.
Yes thou must shed it, Ulamar, and Die.

Ul.
Am I a Devil?

Ire.
What can'st thou stay to expire in fearful Torments,
Insulted o're by these inhuman Slaves;
Thou hast a Ponyard tho' thy Sword is gone.

Ul.
I have, and thus I use it.

Draws the Dagger, offers to Stab himself.
Ire.
Hold, by Almighty Love I charge thee hold;
O Look upon me with an Eye of Mercy,
And plunge it here; let me not see thee Die:
Have Mercy Ulamar, and kill me first.

Ula.
What give thee Death? Upon this Sacred Night?
Is that a Bridegroom's gift. The Gods, the Gods
Deliver thee, while thus I free my self.

[Offers to stab himself.
Ire.
Thou shault not die, inhumane as thou art;
How could you have the cruel heart t' attempt it?
To leave me here to this perfidious Race:
My Father, Country, Friends, all, all are gone;
And can'st thou leave me too, my Life? Can'st thou?
Can'st thou? Thou shalt not. I will die before thee.

[Snatches the Dagger from him and offers to Kill herself.
Ul.
O hold!
That dismal blow I must not, dare not see.

Ire.
Think what the French when thou art gone—Come death,
And free my Breast from this distracting thought.

Scene 7.

Ulamar, Irene, Officer, and Guards.
Offi.
Ha Slaves!
Is this the use you make of proffer'd Mercy?
Hast! Tear them asunder.
Him to Count Frontenec in Bonds conduct,
And her convey to th' other Female Captives:
Bring them away there.

Ul.
Ah poor Irene? May the Gods protect thee:
Take in this Dying look my last Farewel;
Death's cruel'st Pang is parting thus from thee.

Ire.
Oh Gods! What dreadful Fate's reserv'd for me!