That oath? Xut. I do, by Heaven! That murder, but intentional, not wrought Ah, Sadi here! Enter SADI. Oth. A STRANGER, say'st thou, that enquires of My honoured friend! Othman ? Slave. He does; and waits admittance. Oth. Did he tell His name and quality? Slave. That he declined: But called himself thy friend. Oth. Where didst thou see him? Sadi. Stand off-pollute me not! These honest arms, though worn with want, dis dain Thy gorgeous trappings, earned by foul dishonour. Slave. Even now, while twilight closed the day, As Sadi's to my king. I spied him Musing amid the ruins of yon tower, Perhaps some worthy citizen, returned Sadi. Why then beneath This cursed roof, this black usurper's palace, Has taught thee treachery! Oth. Mistaken man! Could passion prompt me to licentious speech Like thine Sadi. Peace, false one! peace! The slave to power Still wears a pliant tongue.-Oh, shame! to dwell With murder, lust, and rapine! did he not Oth. Mistaken man! Yet hear me, Sadi Sadi. What can dishonour plead ? Oth. Yet blame not prudence. Of every joy through seven long years bereft, Sadi. Prudence! the stale pretence of every Scorning the horrid union. Meantime he, knave! The traitor's ready mask! Oth. Yet still I love thee; Still, unprovoked by thy intemperate zeal: What then did I?-Beneath this hated roof, Oth. Yes, Sadi; Heaven is my witness, pity swayed me. Sadi. Words, words! dissimulation all, and guilt! Oth. With honest guile I did inroll my name In the black list of Barbarossa's friends: In hope, that some propitious hour might rise, When Heaven would dash the murderer from his throne, And give young Selim to his orphaned people. Sadi. Indeed! can'st thou be true? Oth. By Heaven, I am. Sadi. Why then dissemble thus ? I held it vain to stem the tyrant's power Sadi. Enough: I find thee honest; and with Will join thy counsels. This, my faithful arm, With ceaseless hate, pursues her exiled son; And-O detested monster! [He weeps. Sadi. Yet more deeds Of cruelty! Just Heaven! Oth. His rage pursues The virtuous youth, even into foreign climes. Sadi. Is this thy faith! Tamely to witness to such deeds of horror! Give me thy poignard; lead me to the tyrant. What though surrounding guards— Oth. Repress thy rage. Thou wilt alarm the palace, wilt involve Sadi. Yet let us ne'er forget our prince's wrongs. Remember, Othman, (and let vengeance rise) Deep in his heart was fixed! His royal blood, Near to the western port Almanzor dwells, Thy queen's, thy prince's, and thy country's [Exit Sadi. Oth. When I forget them, be contempt my lot! Yet, for the love I bear them, I must wrap Enter BARBAROssa, Guards, &c. Bar. Valiant Othman, Are these vile slaves impaled? Bar. Did not the rack extort confession from them? Nor could I e'er behold him, since the down Oth. They died obdurate: while the melting Covered his manly cheek. How many years Numbered he? crowd Oth. I think, scarce thirteen, when his father died; And now, some twenty. Bar. Othman, now for proof Of undissembled service. Well I know, won. Plead thou my cause of love: bid her dry up Her fruitless tears: paint forth her long delays; Wake all thy eloquence: Make her but mine, And such unsought reward shall crown thy zeal, As shall out-soar thy wishes. Oth. Mighty king, Where duty bids, I go. Bar. Then haste thee, Othman, Ere yet the rumour of her son's decease Hath reached her ear; ere yet the mournful tale Hath whelmed her in a new abyss of woe, And quenched all soft affection, save for him. Tell her, I come, borne on the wings of love! Haste- -fly-I follow thee. [Erit Othman. Now, Aladin, Now fortune bears us to the wished-for port: We ride secure on her most prosperous billow. This was the rock I dreaded. Dost not think The attempt was greatly daring? Ala. Bold as needful. Omar returns not: Omar, whom I sent Ala. Even so by Selim's hand; while his companion Planted his happier steel in Selim's heart. hand I gave my signet to the trusty slave: runs The trusty slave's approach. Bar. We'll wait the event. Mean time give out, that now the widowed queen Hath dried her tears, prepared to crown my love Ala. It is, indeed, a thought Which prudence whispers. Bar. Thou, brave Aladin, Hast been the firm companion of my deeds: Soon shall my friendship's warmth reward thy faith. This night my will devotes to feast and joy, Enter IRENE. What, drowned in tears? Still will thy folly thwart Each purpose of my soul? When pleasures spring Bar. On some rude request. Irene. Thy dread return from war, And proffered love, have opened every wound The soft and lenient hand of time had closed. If ever gentle pity touched thy heart, Now, let it melt! urge not thy harsh command To see her! her distracted soul is bent To mourn in solitude. She asks no more. Bar. She mocks my love. How many tedious years Have I endured her coyness? Had not war, peace, Dry up thy tears. What! damp the general tri umph That echoes through Algiers! which now shall pierce The vaulted Heaven, as soon as fame shall spread Bar. Ah! there's more in this! Now, tell me why, at this detested name of Selim, Afresh thy sorrow streams? Irene. Yes, I will tell thee, For he is gone, and dreads thy hate no more! Bar. Too well I know, and rue the fatal day. But what of this? Irene. Why should I tell, what horrors Did then beset my soul? Oft have I told thee, How midst the throng, a youth appeared: his eye Bright as the morning star! Irene. With unsparing hand |