CALI. Far be such black ingratitude from Cali! When Asia's nations own me for their lord, ABDALLA. Is this the recompense reserv'd for me? Dar'st thou thus dally with Abdalla's passion? Henceforward hope no more my slighted friendship, Wake from thy dream of power to death and tortures, And bid thy visionary throne farewell. CALI. Name, and enjoy thy wish ABDALLA. I need not name it; Aspasia's lovers know but one desire, Nor hope, nor wish, nor live, but for Aspasia. CALI. That fatal beauty plighted to Demetrius ABDALLA. Nor to deny. CALI. Obtain her, and possess; thou know'st thy rival. ABDALLA. Too well I know him, since on Thracia's plains Nor will I trust th' uncertain chance of combat; CALI. O spare the gallant Greek, in him we lose ABDALLA. When next we meet before we storm the palace, And stream destructive through his freezing veins : SCENE V. MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA, CALI, ABDALLA. MAHOMET. Henceforth for ever happy be this day, Sacred to love, to pleasure, and Irene! The matchless fair has bless'd me with compliance; Let every tongue resound Irene's praise, And spread the general transport through mankind. CALI. Blest prince, for whom indulgent Heav'n ordains Now join thy people's and thy Cali's prayers; MAHOMET. Forbear-I know the long-try'd faith of Cali. CALI. Oh! could the eyes of kings, like those of Heav'n, Oft would they find ingratitude and treason, MUSTAPHA. Yet, ere we give our loosen'd thoughts to rapture, MAHOMET. To still their murmurs, ere the twentieth sun I rouze to war, and conquer for Irene. Then shall the Rhodian mourn his sinking tow'rs, And Buda fall, and proud Vienna tremble: Then shall Venetia feel the Turkish pow'r, And subject seas roar round their ABDALLA. queen in vain. Then seize fair Italy's delightful coast, MAHOMET. Her sons malicious clemency shall spare, And fill the world with follies and impostures, How should I joy, 'midst the fierce shock of nations, And bid the master genius rule the world! [Exeunt Cali and Abdalla. SCENE VI. MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA. MAHOMET. Still Cali lives: and must he live to-morrow? MUSTAPHA. With cautious vigilance, at my command, MAHOMET. Call them, but let them not prolong their tale, [Exit Mustapha. SCENE VII. MAHOMET, solus. Whome'er the hope, still blasted, still renew'd, If thou art more than the gay dream of fancy, SCENE VIII. MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA, HASAN, CARAZA. MAHOMET. Caraza, speak-have ye remark'd the Bassa? CARASA. Close, as we might unseen, we watch'd his steps: Betray'd the wild emotions of his mind. Sudden he stops, and inward turns his eyes, Absorb'd in thought; then, starting from his trance, Constrains a sullen smile, and shoots away. With him Abdalla we beheld- |