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SCENE VI.
The Sultan's Tent.Osman, Vizier, and Soldiers.
OSMAN.
Vizier, give Orders for our speedy March;
I mean t'encamp at Choczim—Strike the Tents;
Let nought remain by the Ninth Hour of Day.
Have my Commands brought the Sultana Queen,
And Prince my Son?—Have you (as suits) prepar'd
Triumphal Entry for us at the Porte?
You've heard my Will—retire—I would be private—
Too lovely Maid!—Illustrious Aphendina!
[Sultan rises.
This short Recess I consecrate to Thee—
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Nor can I muse on any Arms but thine—
How am I rapt to contemplate the Joy
Thou wilt receive on News of my Return!—
At thy Command too, for in Truth 'tis so,
Whate'er Disguises I've been forc'd to wear,
To palliate this hasty Change for Peace:
But I'll advise thee of it instantly.
[Sits to write.
What shall I say to shew how much I love?
—Ideas crowd so thick upon my Mind,
That like a routed Multitude they press,
Nor can pervade the Portals of the Sense—
Is it impossible for me to pen,
What I could breathe into her Soul, if present—
It must be so—then take, dear Ravisher!
The Heart itself, o'erladen with thy Praises:
I will but therefore say I love—and leave thee—
[Folds the Letter, and Exit.
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