University of Virginia Library

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Aly writing; to him Ussain Vizier.
ALY.
My good Lord Ussain! what has drawn you forth,
Before the Dawn of Day?

USSAIN.
The Hope of finding
Aly, unbent from other publick Cares,
And ready to admit my Conference:
I choose to settle the Preliminaries
With you, before the Deputies' Arrival:
It may both quicken and facilitate
The Terms and Method of Accommodation.

[Enter Servant.
SERVANT.
My Lord! two Strangers beg Admittance to you.

ALY.
What Characters bear they?

SERVANT.
The one's a Spahi,
The other seems a Person of Distinction.

ALY.
Usher 'em in—Lord Vizier, you'll excuse
[Exit Servant.
My introducing Strangers to your Presence.
[Enter Sultan dressed like a Spahi, and Ussain; Sultan looks stern without speaking.
My Lord! my Sovereign! my Emperor!

[Starts.
OSMAN.
How comes it, Aly, you should pay Respect
To Majesty depos'd, under Disguise;
Yet rise in Arms against me on the Throne?
What Tyranny, what Injustice have I done,
That should exact such heinous Treatment from you?
'Tis true, I purpos'd to withdraw myself
From factious Insolence and mad Caprice:
Err'd I in this? Am I not justified
In my form'd Conduct, from the present Outrage?
—This, notwithstanding, willing to content you,
I acquiesc'd to pretermit my Journey,
Waiting Submission for my Condescension:
But, to return my Favour, you've destroy'd
The Man I chiefly valued—Dilaver:
And is it Aly? is it that same Aly,
On whose Fidelity ('till now untainted)
I would have plac'd the Safety of my Head,
Who leads these miscreant Wretches to dethrone me?
See, Aly, then—that Osman you abhor,
Avoiding Death by a less noble Hand,
Unfolds his Bosom to receive the Stroke;
Strike, Aly, strike; your Emp'ror bids you strike.

ALY.
Alas, my Lord! yourself has giv'n a Wound,
[Kneeling.
More pungent to my Soul, than bitt'rest Death:
Thou Sun! great Minister of Light! no more
Display thy Beams, retract thy Influence;
My glaring Villainy obscures thy Presence;
I am not worthy to behold my Emperor,
Yet cannot die 'till after Expiation,
By sacrificing all in his Defence.

OSMAN.
Rise, live, be faithful; may your Repentance
Be equally sincere with my Forgiveness;
Time's short, make such Proposals to the Rebels
As I may offer, and they best receive;
Myself will here attend the Issue on't.

[Exeunt.
OSMAN
solus.
What dire Events are incident to Royalty,
From those Props destin'd to sustain its Being!
—In what few Hands the Empire of the World!
How many Millions subject to one Man!
Yet all are govern'd by their several Interests:
From whence this Servitude, but from our Interests?
The Prince, Dispenser of all earthly Favours,
Makes Distribution to some chosen Minions;
All others lean on them for a Support,
In just Progression to the meanest Slave:
Those, to preserve themselves, maintain his Rights;
These, for Protection, follow their Example:
Those Numbers, whom one Interest conjoins,
Are only terrible to sov'reign Power,
And may alone be justly stil'd that Power:
This the Condition of my Janizaries;
Their Interests so united in each Member,
No Part can suffer, but the Body feels it,
And Feeling will resent, while Force remains:
My Predecessors, hurry'd by their Passions,
Deserting Reason's Guide, oppress'd Mankind;
Men injur'd, will resist: Those form a Power
Sufficient to maintain their lawless Rule;
Little considering, that very Strength
Bears equal Enmity against themselves,
(With those they're bought to curb) upon Occasion,
Or truly given, or at least presum'd.
—I've press'd too hard upon my Janizaries;
One Chain of Nature holds thro' all Mankind;
And not to act like Men, were to be more:
Fear, join'd to Hate, bears down all Opposition;
Then, lest they fall, they'll think it meet that I should.

[Enter Hussan.
HUSSAN.
Fly! fly, my Lord! I have not Time t'inform!
The cursed Actions of the wicked Janizaries:
O! fly, my Lord!

OSMAN.
Hussan, I will not stir,
'Till I've the Cause.

HUSSAN.
My Lord, the Vizier open'd your Instructions,
With all Benevolence amongst the Troops;
Aly then back'd it with your Royal Word,
And had proceeded, but their instant Fury
Hack'd him to Pieces—took the Vizier's Head,
And ecchoing dreadful Shouts of Amurath,
Are hither on their March, to seize your Highness—
[Noise without.
Fly! fly, my Lord! they're here—

OSMAN.
I'll meet my Fate
Undaunted; conscious Honour be my Guard:
Let them come on—

[The Janizaries force in and kill Hussan.
HUSSAN.
O! spare his Majesty—

[The Janizaries at a Stand.
OSMAN.
Why stand ye trembling thus? Behold your Lord!
'Tis Osman speaks; for Shame, lay down your Arms—
What! Thousands to a single Man?

[Janizaries rushing on him, he resists and kills some.
First JANIZARY.
Don't hear him.

SECOND.
Secure our Enemy—

THIRD.
Bring the Projector
To publick Shame—

FOURTH.
Revenge! we'll be reveng'd!

OMNES.
Revenge! Revenge—Away! Away with him!

[Exeunt with Osman.

SCENE II.

The Street.
The expell'd Aga and Lieutenant of the Janizaries meeting.
LIEUTENANT.
O! Aga; what a wretched World we live in?
The Porte is all Confusion!—What brought you here?
Be cautious.

AGA.
Hearing a Treaty was propos'd,
And Matters like to be accommodated,
I ventur'd forth (in Safety, as I thought)
In this Disguise; but long I had not roam'd,
When the most fatal, and afflicting Sight,
My Eyes had e'er 'till then beheld, appear'd;
Osman! the brave, the valiant, gen'rous Osman!
Conducted like a dang'rous Criminal,
Amid the Shouts, the Taunts, th'Execrations,
Of the insulting, barb'rous Janizaries:
He, still the Prince, and all Benignity:
Patience sat smiling on his awful Brow,
Temper'd with Majesty, serenely great:
He urg'd the Soldiers to dispatch his Life,
And not commit him to the Executioner—
My Heart dropt Blood at the detested Spectacle,
And was the only one among the Croud,
That, touch'd with Sense of Horror, shew'd Compassion.
The Shops were all close shut, no Man appear'd,
But backwards fled, t'avoid the tragick Sight;
Nor was a Creature stirring in the Streets,
But the inhuman Actors of this Scene—
My Rage had well nigh laid me open to 'em;
But not to throw an useless Life away,
I master'd my Distraction by Constraint:
I was resolv'd to view the End; so following
Among the Croud, beheld my Prince immur'd
Within the Prison of the Seven Towers:
What next will be his Fate, I'm ignorant.

LIEUTENANT.
This is no Time for us t'appear abroad;
Friendship for Osman, were a Crime unpardonable.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The Seraglio.
KIOSEM
sola.
At length I've gain'd the Summit of my Views:
The Royal Diadem on Amurath's Head
O'erpays my glorious Toil, and loud proclaims,
That nought transcends the Genius of a Woman:
E'en Man, who stiles himself Creation's Lord,
And boasts superior Knowledge and Address,
Is but a Dupe—'Tis Kiosem governs all—
My Son, my Amurath reigns!—But, ha! how reigns—
[Pausing.
Does not the Diadem waver on his Head
While Osman lives?—It does, it does! That Name
Strikes Terror thro' the Soul of Kiosem—
Why?—Is not the Sound of Am'rath as great
As that of Osman—Unsex thee, Kiosem;
Secure the Prize of Royalty—I have't:
[Musing.
—He can't but serve me for his late Advancement;
Nay, 'tis his own Security; our Interests
Are intertwin'd: But see, he's here.

[Enter Daut Vizier and Bassa of Bosnia.
DAUT.
Thus, let
Me pay m'Acknowledgments to your Highness.

[Kneeling.
KIOSEM.
Not thus, Vizier; it shall not be, arise;
Your Excellency's Merit's too conspicuous,
To strongly mark'd to pass unnoticed.

DAUT.
Your Highness honours me with your Opinion.

KIOSEM.
Not mine alone, Vizier; the whole Divan
Yields Approbation to our Choice, as conscious
That ablest Men demand the highest Stations:
Then who so fit as Daut to recompose
The Tremors of the State, to aid my Amurath
I'th'glorious Work of Peace, and harmonize
The jarring Discord of the furious Porte?
I know, my Daut, you have a piercing Genius;
Like Lightning penetrate the close Recesses
Of human Nature, and explore the Soul;
This is the Statesman's Part: Believe me, Vizier,
The Charge of Empire is no trifling Weight.

DAUT.
The Steersman must be ever on his Guard,
Watch ev'ry Gale, from the rough Hurricane
Down to the gentle Breathe; take all Advantages
T'avoid the Shelves and Rocks, that in his Way,
Unseen by vulgar Eyes, portend Destruction.

KIOSEM.
Destruction! nam'st thou? You've alarm'd my Fears!
This pet'lant Boy—this Osman! has convuls'd
The State.

DAUT.
He can no more; in Bonds secure,
What have we thence to dread?

KIOSEM.
Thou know'st not Osman,
If fondly confident you dismiss your Fears.

DAUT.
There may arise Suspicion thence, 'tis possible.

KIOSEM.
There may, there may; nay, Men are most discerning.

DAUT.
Your Highness's Hints administer Suspicion—

KIOSEM.
O, nothing, nothing; 'tis mere Fancy all:
Our Fears oft savour of Impertinence.

DAUT.
Admit, my Princess, Women's often are
Mere Phantoms; yet your Highness's Penetration
Must not be rated by the common Standard:
Let me intreat you, Madam, to explain.

KIOSEM.
I think, thou lov'st me, Vizier.

DAUT.
Dearer far
Than Life or Honour—I am all Impatience.

KIOSEM.
I have been fanc'ing should the Soldiery
Take but a slight Disgust at Amurath,
(As who so upright but may tread awry)
I say, I'm thinking—Osman may—but—

BASSA of Bosnia.
Pardon the Interruption of your Slave,
Who dares presume to read your Highness's Doubts:
The Soldiery pay Deference to Osman,
And hold his Qualities in Estimation;
Tho' they're disgusted with his fav'rite Scheme;
And to ingratiate themselves again,
May reinthrone—I'd not anticipate;
Perhaps they're idle Fears.

KIOSEM.
Nay, for myself
I dread not, but for Am'rath's Friends;
They'll be mark'd out undoubtedly for Ruin.

DAUT.
I own 'tis just; I'll keep strict Guard on Osman;
None shall approach: Indeed, there's Cause for Fear.

KIOSEM.
For Fear! Sure I've mista'en thee, Vizier;
Thou art not the Man thy Princess thought thee:
Is this the resolute, experienc'd Daut?
Now with a Woman's Whine to whimper out,
“Indeed there's Cause for Fear.”—Away, away;
Thou lov'st me not.

DAUT.
Highly you wrong me, Madam;
Command my Life on that Experiment:
Propose, what would your Highness?

KIOSEM.
Osman lives—

DAUT.
My gracious Queen! in Pity to your Slave,
[Pauses.
Urge me not on the Precipice of Fate.

KIOSEM.
As sure as Osman lives, from that same Precipice
So certain Ruin waits thee.

DAUT.
But, my Princess!
For me to offer at a Life like Osman's—

KIOSEM.
You—You a Statesman? and want Resolution
To steal a Life pernicious to the Crown!
Can th'Hand of Power, back'd by Authority,
Be wanting in the Means? a Thousand offer,
Amurath will hug thee for't; too well he knows
His Footing insecure, while Osman lives;
Then think'st thou, he'd not venerate the Hand,
That should release him from his potent Rival?

DAUT.
Madam, you are obey'd, conclude it done.

[Exeunt Kiosem and Daut.
BASSA of Bosnia
solus.
To what curs'd Villainy is Greatness subject?
The Vizier will not rest, till 'tis compleated;
Vizier! why so? myself had prior Claim,
What was his Merit, more than mine? By Mahomet!
Not half so much—O! I remember well,
Upon the Banks of Tyre, Lub'mirski's Forces
Had well nigh put to rout our num'rous Host,
Had not great Osman hap'ly interven'd.
Did not this Daut then meanly sculk behind,
Nor once come up to back the gallant Osman?
The gallant! said I? yes, the gallant Osman—
[Pausing.
—That thou we'rt brave, thy Enemies proclaim;
Has't born Indignities unparallell'd,
Each gen'rous Mussulman with Shame confesses.
—Then this flagitious Plot against thy Life,
Be it my glorious Part to counteract:
I'll to the Mufti, traverse his Designs.

SCENE IV.

AMURATH
solus.
How cumb'rous is the State of Royalty?
Was it not gilded o'er with Name of Majesty,
What Man would gorge the Bait? What! tho' the Voice
Of Millions shouted Amurath? hail'd me Emperor!
Vain is the Joy, vain is the popular Puff.
Some Hours past they did as much for Osman:
Heav'n knows I sought it not, nor had I Cause;
Osman was ever great; his gen'rous Soul
Disdain'd the murd'rous Maxims of our State,
And scorn'd by Fratricide, t'ensure his Reign.
O! Osman, thy unhappy Fate imbitters
The Gust of Empire; but a Time will come,
Thy Wrongs shall be redress'd.
[Enter a Eunuch, presents a Letter.
Ha! from Ashad:
[Reads.

“Was I Stranger to my Emperor's Goodness, I should
not have presumed, to lay this undoubted Truth at his
Feet. The Greatness of Amurath's Soul can't countenance
enormous Villainy.—The Life of Osman is
in immediate Danger thro' the Artifices of Daut.—

O! Royal Sir! reflect on his Concern for you, and fly
to his Relief.

Ashad.”

O! Villain, Villain! most abandon'd Villain!

[Exit.

SCENE V.

The Prison of the Seven Towers.
OSMAN
solus.
Royalty, farewell! thy abrupt Desertion
Was so unfriendly, I'll not recall thee:
Thou parted'st from me with so ill a Grace,
I spurn thy Quittance; I will not sooth thee:
I thank thee, Mahomet! 'tis now I triumph,
Crown'd with the Laurel conscious Virtue gives:
I've reach'd the full Meridian of my Glory,
And from that Full, now like a Meteor fall:
—Is this my Palace?—Ha! here Darkness reigns;
Horror and grim Dismay—Semblance of Chaos!
E'er the Almighty spoke primæval Light.
—Ha! Is not that, which pierces thro' yon Dome,
The Gleam of Heav'n? O! that I could ascend,
Ride on the Winds, and in a Whirlwind pour,
Like Perseus, to destroy the Monster, Faction,
And sate my just Revenge—What's that which glides
Along the gloomy Surface of the Wall!
[Starts.
The Shadow of an Emperor—that am I—
Be it so—Hark! didn't Aphendina call?
[Starts again.
Ha! my prophetick Soul—Soft—soft—'twas she:
My Wife! my Wife! what do I feel for thee?
Now am I fall'n indeed, now Osman's conquer'd.
Hail! King of Terrors, hail! I court thee now.
[Looking round.
What have I left of all my past Possessions,
But this dear Relick?—Aphendina's Gift,
[Takes a Pocket-Book out of his Bosom.
When Love and Empire crown'd our happier Hours—
[Enter Daut.
From whence com'st thou? What Message do you bring?

DAUT.
My Lord! I tremble to relate my Tale;
This Order speaks itself from Amurath,
Our gracious Sov'reign; sorry I am, my Lot
should force upon me this ungrateful Office,
But my great Master's Will must be obey'd.

OSMAN.
What do I see! The Sentence of my Death!
[Reads.
Have they had not enough of Blood already?
'Tis false, this cannot come from Amurath.
I us'd him otherwise when in my Power:
What am I guilty of? Alledge my Crime.

DAUT.
It is the Sultan's Pleasure—you must die.

OSMAN.
As it is the last Account I am to render,
Give me some time to clear myself to Heaven.

[Kneels.
DAUT.
My Presence is expected by the Emperor;
Be short, and I'll attend awhile upon you.

[Enter two Mutes with Bow-Strings, on Sight of whom Osman rises.
OSMAN.
Are these the Messengers of Death? for shame!
Lend me a Poniard to dispatch my Life—
I was your Emperor, let me not fall
By th'ignoble Hands of Executioners—
[Endeavours to seize a Scimitar, is prevented by Daut, who makes Signs to the Mutes to proceed.
You murd'ring Villains, take the just Reward
Of your Barbarity—
[Knocks down one.
And thou, thou Traitor—
[Another.
Give me another—What a third—come on—

[While he is casting the third, comes one behind and halters him. He dies.
DAUT.
He is dispatch'd at last; 'tis well, I'm easy.

[Daut going, enter Amurath and Guards.
AMURATH.
O! horrid Spectacle—Secure that Wretch.

[Pointing to Daut.
DAUT.
My Lord!

[Kneels.
AMURATH.
Away with him to instant Death.

DAUT.
My Emperor!

AMURATH.
Away with him; no Parley with a Murderer.
[Exeunt Mutes with Daut.
Unhappy Prince! how art thou fallen, Osman!
Fatal Vicissitude of human Greatness!
—How wast thou lately deck'd in regal Pomp!
—How wast thou blest with ev'ry manly Grace!
—How doubly blest in Aphendina's Charms!
Thy future Story shall be told with Weeping,
And blast the Glory of our Turkish Annals.
Could not thy Virtues save thee from the Grave!
No, thy superior Merit hath undone thee:
Sure Heav'n regards not the Affairs of Men,
Else had not Osman died—Presumptuous Amurath!
Would'st thou trace out the secret Paths of Providence?
Would'st read the Book of Fate? Vain the Attempt;
'Tis well we can't: Each Enterprize of Moment
Would then abortive prove; enough for Man
To know—is to submit.
Bear hence the Body,
And give it Royal Obsequies—What's that?
[As they take up the Body a Pocket-Book falls.
Give me the Book—Ha!—“This to the Empress.”
[Opens it, takes out a Paper and reads.
Pardon, Aphendina, that I thus presume—

“I tremble for Amurath, he knows I always lov'd
him; it is from him I hope for memorable Revenge:
Rest assured, my Aphendina, that Death itself shan't
tear thee from the Heart of

Osman.”

Most gen'rous Youth! what have I lost in thee?
Thy Race was short, but glorious—Revenge thee!
Yes, yes, my Osman, I will revenge thee.
Unhappy Osman!—Bear this to th'Empress.

[Gives the Book. Going, is stopt by the Sultana Queen, who enters with Attendants, forcing thro' the Guards.
MIRZA.
Off! give me Way; I seek the Emperor—
O Amurath! behold a wretched Woman
Implores thy Mercy for the Life of Osman:
His Soul, unqualified to taste of Death,
Breathes only Love and Amity to you—
[Amurath pointing to the Corpse, she shrieks.
Has the rude Grasp of Death then seiz'd my Osman!
Surely the Course of Nature is inverted,
And Order feels the Pangs of Dissolution—
Is Amurath cruel? has his recreant Will
Giv'n Sanction to this horrid Parricide?

AMURATH.
No, Mirza, I disdain the trait'rous Deed;
Would I had died to've sav'd the Life of Osman!
[Exit Amurath.

MIRZA.
Infernal Furies rattle o'er their Heads,
Impending Vengeance, for eternal Ages,
Shake their curs'd Souls with Horrors infinite,
Whose Hands unnat'ral revell'd in his Blood!
—But why lives Mirza to lament his Fall?
Why does she loiter on this hated Globe?
The World's no longer thine, dispatch thee hence—
[Stabs herself.
Go, seek thy Osman thro' the Fields of Paradice,
Rekindle in his Breast our former Loves,
And blending Shades, conjoin with him for ever.

[Dies, and the Scene closes.

SCENE VI.

The Empress's Apartment.
Aphendina and Elisana.
APHENDINA.
My Grief abates each Moment, Elisana,
As I grow nearer to my Joys above:
This News has rather chear'd, than sunk my Spirits.
—I will not weep: This is my Bridal Day,
Shall reconduct me to my Osman's Arms—
I may o'ertake him, if I'm expeditious:
Where is the Draught I gave you? Bring it me.

ELISANA.
For Heaven's Sake, my Queen! don't urge me to it:
I have dispos'd of it, cast it away.

APHENDINA.
I know thou hast not; my Commands have ever
Been too minutely kept by Elisana.

ELISANA.
I beg you, Madam, on my Knees intreat you,
Shew pity to your precious Life; it may
Be all a Forgery, and done to try you.

APHENDINA.
I could have known it true, without Advice;
I feel it in my Heart, 'tis one half weaker
Than 'twas before; I know he's dead by that:
Bring me the Draught, I go to meet my Osman!
Deprive me not of that, my last Resort;
I charge you, give it me; bring Osman's Cup,
I'll drink it out of that—O noble Osman!
My Love, I come: Thou wilt not soar too fast;
Stay but a Moment, Osman, I am with you—
[Takes the Draught and pours it out; knocking at the Door.
Stir not 'till I have drank the Potion down.

ELISANA.
O! stay my Princess—
[Knocking again; while she is gone, Aphendina drinks.
Madam, your Father.

[Enter Ashad.
ASHAD.
O! Aphendina, you have Cause to grieve;
The horrid Action of this Day, my Child!
Staggers Belief, disclaims all Precedent:
But let us not despair, my Aphendina;
True Fortitude consists in nobly suffering.
Ha! what means this, Child?

[Seeing the Cup.
APHENDINA.
O! my Father, pardon.

ASHAD.
I fear thou'st rashly swerv'd from Virtue's Path;
Art quitting, without Leave, the Post allotted thee
By Heaven—Think on thy Osman, Aphendina!
He persever'd, nor dar'd, with impious Hand,
Abridge his Life; but gloriously fell,
O'erborne by Multitude—Be not outdone,
My Child, in Virtue; live, revenge his Cause.

APHENDINA.
My Father! every Nerve's unstrung.

ELISANA.
Madam, be comforted.

ASHAD.
Despair not, Aphendina, Am'rath's good;
His Bosom glows with ev'ry Royal Virtue,
Worthy of Achmet's Son, and Osman's Brother.
—Thy Osman's Death will amply be reveng'd.

APHENDINA.
Great Mahomet! inspire the glorious Cause—
O! might I live—but Fate forbids the Wish;
Forgive me, Heav'n! if rashly—O! my Father.

[Fainting, the Mufti supports her.
ASHAD.
Help, Elisana! fly for instant Succour!

APHENDINA.
It is too late—a Damp has chill'd my Heart,
And tells me—that I soon shall meet—my Osman.

[Enter Servant with the Pocket-Book; Aphendina sees it and shrieks.
ASHAD.
My Child! my Aphendina! why that Shriek?

APHENDINA.
It was—my Osman's—O!—I can—no more.

[Dies.
ASHAD.
Art thou then gone, my ever dearest Child!
—Yes, thou art at Repose—Would I were so!—
If this be Death, who would not court their Exit.

[Enter Amurath and Attendants.
AMURATH.
Most rev'rend Ashad! see thy Prince—I come
Not to display the Pomp of sov'reign Majesty,
Dress'd in the Frowns of Ottoman Severity;
But to join Plaints for Loss of noble Osman,
And sooth the gentle Aphendina's Grief.

ASHAD.
Your Goodness, Sir, demands my humblest Thanks:
My Child, my Aphendina! is at rest;
Her Cares are all compos'd; a downy Slumber
Has overtaken her Senses, and she's happy.

AMURATH.
It joys me much, good Ashad; may her Griefs
Soon lose their Poignancy, grow more supportable;
Nor shall my Aid be wanting.

ASHAD.
O! my Prince,
Her Woes have reach'd the Heart of Aphendina;
The icy Hand of Death has clos'd her Eyes:
Alas! she sleeps, Sir, never more to wake.

AMURATH.
What means my Ashad?

ASHAD.
Aphendina's gone
To Bliss—to Osman—ne'er to part again.

[Amurath goes to view her.
AMURATH.
O! Aphendina—lovely, virtuous Bride!
How are the Roses faded on thy Cheeks!
Yet, thou art lovely e'en in Death; the Smile
Triumphant sitting on thy Brow, denotes
Thou'st met thy Osman—They are happy, Ashad.

ASHAD.
They are, my Prince.

AMURATH.
I need not teach you, Mufti,
How to submit to the Decrees of Heaven.

ASHAD.
O! Aphendina—

AMURATH.
What does thy Emp'ror feel!
—She has not fall'n unpitied by me, Mufti;
Osman, nor she, like vulgar Dust shall sleep,
Without a Tribute paid to their Remains:
Each miscreant Heart, that but design'd their Fall,
O'er them shall bleed, to purge its foul Disloyalty:
—Hence let us humbly hope, nor dare t'arraign
The Ways of Providence—Tho' by Permission,
The Generous, the Brave, th'Ignoble fall;
And like Events promiscuous chance to All:
Some happier Scene awaits, some future Heaven,
To counterpoize, and set the Balance even.