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SCENE III.

Flower Garden, in which a variety of Flowers, interspersed with Fruits, &c. analagous to the climate, are fancifully arranged.
A handsome Arbour prominent in the Scene, in which the Sisters are discovered gloomily seated— the Merchant supposed to be at the bottom of the Garden, obscured from the sight of the Audience by appropriate foliage, &c.—the Old Gardener appears presenting a selected bouquet to Selima.
RECITATIVE—HASSAN.
An humble offering—gather'd in a trice—
Celestial Houri of our Paradise!
Of Tulips—Lillies—Wall-flowers—we have hosts!
But you're the only Rose our Garden boasts!

Enter Cymballo with a scroll in his hand rolled up, dancing in great glee, and
SINGING.
Fortune sometimes grows tired of ill-nature,
Where be noble Massa? ah! where him be found?
Fortune she changee her form and her feature,
And turnee, turn, turn, as her wheel it goes round!

RECITATIVE—CYMBALLO.
Dear me! where Massa? la! me be so glad!
Lady, where Massa! me good news have found!
Dance, Hassan, dance your old long leggs like mad!
And turnee, turnee, turnee, as de wheel him go round!

As Cymballo opens the scroll, the Merchant, &c. comes forward—his daughters rushing from the Arbour, to obtain a sight; it contains the following intelligence:

The Merchant and Selima fervently thank Heaven —Cymballo and the old Gardener dance about wild with joy—and Zorayda and Elmira resume their former hauteur—Muleteers whips are heard without.

RECITATIVE.
Cymballo.
De Horse and Moole be saddled, Massa—horsewhips crack—
Soon we de Forest joyful will explore!
Oh! Mahomet! what treasure we'll bring back!
Smile Missee, smile Massa, be rich once more!

Zorayda.
Rich! then adieu—adieu to these coarse tatters,
(Tearing them.)
Jewels, Silks, Ermine, shall supply their place!

Elmira.
Once more will we shine forth your idol Daughters,
Adorn'd with all that can Sultanas grace!
(They solicit their Father to bring them presents, which he inserts on his tablets, turning at last towards Selima.)
And now for Sister, she'll ask I suppose—

Hassan.
I wish our Garden did but boast a Rose!

(She requests for the old Man's kindness her Father will bring her one.)
Zorayda.
A Rose, indeed! worthy herself the boon!
Pray Miss, a Rose in May, or Rose in June?

Cymballo.
We must depart—how sweet de South Wind blows!

(Merchant and Cymballo prepare to depart.)
Zorayda.
Mind Father our rich suits—and Sister's Rose?

Exeunt Merchant and Cymballo.
(Both Daughters laugh.)
Hassan.
(Mocking them)
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Likenesses oft 'tween Flowers and Fair ones strike!
But flower of Brimstone is the flower you're like!

Exit.
As Selima is departing, the Cloud King suddenly appears before her—she screams—her Father re-enters —a combat ensues—Cymballo hurries on to his assistance, and the Cloud King is disarmed, but caught in the arms of Attendants, and invisibly borne off—the Merchant embraces Selima, and they exeunt.