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SCENE VII.

A magnificent Apartment formed of two circular Balconies, brilliantly illuminated, supported by Musical figures—the centre opens to a practicable Fountain, leading to which, is, amidst a variety of beautiful decorations, a fine Rose Tree in bloom on an elegant stand.
Enter Scander and Cymballo with trepidation, the latter starts, even at the appearance of the figures, and endeavours to prevail on his Master to return— he sheathes his sword, and intimates fatigue—Cymballo follows his example.
RECITATIVE—CYMBALLO.
Ah! Massa! you much tire! dat too my case!
But me no like to stay in dis lone place!
No Servants here attend—under or upper!
(Scander shews signs of Hunger)
Aye, me like you too, want a dam good Supper!

(A cover'd Table rises with a rich Supper.)
They both start—the Merchant, at first surprised, appears looking for a seat—a sopha instantly rises —Merchant seats himself, inviting Cymballo, who slily snatches bits occasionally, but dreadfully alarmed.
RECITATIVE—CYMBALLO.
Well, all dis nice! me thirsty too, me find!—
Oh! for some!—by my whiskers, it is Wind!

A Sideboard rises with Wine, Olives, &c. &c.—he tastes the former; then helps his Master, frequently remembering himself, 'till he gradually becomes gay and merry—
RECITATIVE—CYMBALLO.
Who feel Fear now! Wine give to Valour zest!
Wid Moosic now! dis make a Lord Mayor's Feast!

The apparent musical figures which supported the Galleries step forward, all playing on different instruments, a short

Cym.
A Feast indeed! Mirth seem on Mirth advancing!
Keep up de Ball, me love a little Dancing.

While Cymballo appears absorbed in admiration of these magical events, the Beauty of the Rose Tree

attracts the attention of Scander, and, recollecting his promise to Selima, he approaches and plucks a Rose—on which, accompanied by an awful peal of Thunder, the Dancers, Musicians, Table, Refreshment, &c. vanish, and a terrific Monster, armed with an Herculean Club, rushes on—Scander and Cymballo fall, trembling, at his feet—he draws the following scroll from his Club,

The Merchant, in the greatest agitation, reads the scroll, and is on the point of opposing the Monster, when Cymballo eagerly plucks him by the sleeve, and whispers.

RECITATIVE—CYMBALLO.
Oh, Massa! (what a miserable hour!)
Consent to—(lud a marcy, me be heard!)
To any thing—to get out of his power,
Me no was speaking—was me?—not one word.

The Merchant, in hopes of seeing his Children once more, eagerly embraces the idea, and, receiving the scroll, consents to surrender Selima in his stead, when, the Monster again striking the earth with his Club, a rich chest rises full of splendid dresses, which he commands Cymballo to direct two Slaves to convey to his Master's; and eagerly enforcing the performance of the oath, escorts them off—then returning, leans mournfully on his Club, absorbed in reflection—at length throws a ring into the Fountain, from which Benigno rises, and comes forward, to whom he kneels.
RECITATIVE—BENIGNO.

Exeunt.