Zamti. Where is Arsace? Fond maternal love | Pity my strugglings with this best of women! Shakes her weak frame. Support our virtue! kindle in our souls A ray of your divine enthusiasm; Such as inflames the patriot's breast, and lifts ACT III. SCENE I-A Temple, Several tombs up and From heroes will ye dwindle into slaves? down the stage. That sorrows o'er his country-ha! 'tis Zamti! ZAMTI comes out of a tomb. Zamti. Who's he, that seeks these mansions of the dead? Morat. The friend of Zamti and of China. Come to my arms, thou good, thou best of men; Morat. Through these vaults of death Morat. There will I wait thy will Zamti. Oh! thou art ever faithful! on thy lips Sits pensive Silence, with her hallowed finger, Guarding the pure recesses of thy mind. But, lo! they come. Enter ORASMING, ZIMVENTI, and others. Zamti. Droop ye, my gallant friends? Oras. Oh! Zamti, all is lost! Our dreams of liberty Are vanished into air, Nought now avails Oras. Oh! could you give us back Zaphimri ! then Refulgent from a blow, that frees us allFrom the usurper's fate! the first of men, Deliverer of his country! Oras. Mighty gods! Can this be possible? Zamti. It is most true. I'll bring him to ye straight-(calling to Etan, within the tomb) What ho! come forthYou seem transfixed with wonder! oh! my friends, Watch all the motions of your rising spirit, ETAN comes out of the tomb. Etan. Each step I move A deeper horror sits on all the tombs; Zamti. Yes! A crisis, great indeed, is now at hand! weighs Zaphimri's and the Tartar's destiny, Etan. Fixed attention Hath paused on every part; yet still to me As morn dispels the night. Lo! here displayed Etan. Alas! my father, At sight of these sad colourings of woe, Zamti. Nay, but survey it closer--see that child, That royal infant, the last sacred relic Of China's ancient line--see where a mandarin Etan. Amazement thrills Thou art the king, whom, as my humble son, [All kneel to him. Oras. Long live the father of the eastern Zim. S world! Zamti. Sole governor of earth! Zaph. All-ruling powers! Is then a great revenge for all the wrongs [They all rise. Zaph. Oh, Zamti! all, Through all my frame, and my mind, big with That can alarm the powers of man, now stirs wonder, Feels every power suspended! Zamti. Rather say, That strong imagination burns within thee Dost thou not feel a more than common ardour? Etan. By Heaven! my soul dilates with some new impulse; Some strange inspired emotion-Would the hour Etan. By all the mighty dead, that round us lie, In bitterness of soul he counts his wrongs, By all who this day groan in chains, I will. And pants for vengeance—would have joined Zamti. And when thou dost-then tell him 'tis the prince That strikes! Etan. The prince's wrongs shall nerve my arm With tenfold rage. Zamti. Nay, but the prince himself! The last of all our kings-no longer Etan, Zuph. Ha! Oras. O wondrous hand Of Heaven! ye here, But, favoured as he is, his post requires him And, ere the dawn, thy guilty reign shall end. Zamti. How my heart burns within me !-Oh! my friends, Call now to mind the scene of desolation, Fatigued the gods averse. See where Arphisa, And her dear fondlings, in one mingled heap, Zaph. Revenge! revenge! Zamti. Zaphimri, no. his forefathers' tomb. Here ends the The eastern world, through all her wide domain, Hamet. [Standing by the tomb.] Where is the With envy see, the unconquered power of Virtue; him,How it can calmly bleed, smile on his racks, And with strong pinion soar above his power, To regions of perennial day. By rashness you may mar a noble cause. Of warmest friendship-all the tendencies Octar. The father Of the whole eastern world shall mark thee well, Hamet. I am prepared. I have no lust or ra- No murders to repent of. Undismayed, I can behold all-judging Heaven, whose hand, And fain would speak to thee, my more than fa- Inextricable to all mortal clue, ther! -Farewell!—sure we shall meet again! Zaph. Farewell!---Zamti, farewell!-[Embra- swords In the oppressor's heart;-to do a deed Zamti. May the Most High Of groaning Tartars, may he then direct Hath now inclosed me in it's awful maze. barbarous ruffians! Fast to the earth, and rivet here my hands, He is my child! -my dear, dear son! Said'st thou your son? Man. Yes, Octar, mine;-my son, My boy-my Hamet! [she rises, and embraces [him] Let my eager love Fly all unbounded to him-oh! my child my child! Octar. Suspend the stroke, ye ministers of death, Till Timurkan hear of this new event. And let him answer here this wondrous tale. [Erit. Man. Why did'st thou dare return ?—ah! rather Did'st thou so long defer, with every grace, In the deep mists of darkling ignorance, To me my birth's unknown-but sure that look, Of Nature's strugglings in a parent's heart. ! His ev'ry feature, blooming in his boy! Leave that rash youth a headless trunk before me. Man. Now, by the ever-burning lamps that Our holy shrines, by great Confucius' altar, Enter ZAMTI. Zamti. Sure the sad accents of Mandane's voice Struck on my frighted sense! Timur. Once more, thou slave! Who is that stubborn youth? Zamti. Alas! what needs This iteration of my griefs? Man. Oh! horror!-horror! Thou marble-hearted father!-'tis your child, And wouldst thou see him bleed? Zamti. On him!-on him Let fall your rage, and ease my soul at once Man. Oh! my devoted child !– tender frame! [She faints support her Perhaps you still may save this darling son. Your phantom of a king, to sate my vengeance. Hamet. Oh! my much honoured mother, ne ver hear The base, the dire proposal! let me rather Exhaust my life-blood at each gushing vein. Mandane, then-then you may well rejoice To find your child-then you may truly know The best delight a mother's heart can prove, When her son dies with glory. Timur. Curses blast The stripling's pride! [Talks apart with Octer. Ye mighty shades of China's royal line, When I behold him still alive! Propitious powers! | Inhuman Tartar, I defy thy power. You never meant entirely to destroy This bleeding country, when your kind indul gence Lends us a youth like him. Oh! I can hold no more-let me enfold Confess it, traitor? Zamti. Yes, I boast it, tyrant; [Embraces him. Boast it to thee-to earth and heaven I boast, This-this is Zamti's son ! Hamet. At length the hour, The glorious hour is come, by Morat promised, When Hamet shall not blush to know his father. [Kneels to him. Zamti. Oh! thou intrepid youth! what bright reward Can your glad sire bestow on such desert? Shall give the sweetest retribution. Now, Timur. A husband's right! a traitor has no right Society disclaims him-Woman, hear- Man. Thou vile adviser!--what, betray my My honoured husband? Turn a Scythian wife? In which my soul ne'er knew decreasing love, Lo! here, the father, mother, and the son! Try all your tortures on us-here we stand, Resolved to leave a tract of bright renown To mark our beings-all resolved to die The votaries of honour! Their smoaking ramparts-o'er his verdant plains [Laying hold of him. Zamti. Willing I come- [Shakes him off. The steady mind can scorn your mansions drear, And brighten horror with its noon-tide ray. Mandane, summon all thy strength. My son, Thy father doubts not of thy fortitude. [Exit, guarded by Octar. Man. Allow me but one last embraceHamet. Oh! mother, [To the Guards. Would I could rescue thee! Man. Lost, lost again! Hamet. Inhuman, bloody Tartars! Oh! farewell!- -[Both together.] [Exeunt, on different sides. ACT IV. SCENE I-A prison. HAMET in chains. Enter ZAPHIMRI, (disguised in a Tartar dress) with MIRVAN. Mir. THERE stretched at length on the dark ground he lies, Scorning his fate. Your meeting must be short. Zaph. It shall Mir. And yet I tremble for the event: Why wouldst thou venture to this place of danger! Zuph. And canst thou deem me, then, so mean of spirit, To dwell secure in ignominious safety, Deliberating on myself, while ruin Mir. Yet whilst thou art here, Thy fate's suspended on each dreadful moment. Zaph. I will hold converse with him, even though death Were armed against the interview. [Exit Mirvan. Hamet. [Still on the ground.] What wouldst thou, Tartar? |