Perhaps the tyrant at thy flight enrag'd, Demands thy rated life--A spotless chief Must sometimes bleed to save the guilty prince. SEYFEL. Forgetting princes in these happier climes, INDATER. We'll perish all, ere this indignant stranger HERMODON. Whoe'er he be, I shall not shun his walks : INDATER. Let him come on-he shall not cloud our joys; END OF THE FIRST ACT. ACT II. ZOBEIDE. SULMA. SULMA. BUT what are your resolves? ZOBEIDE. Here to remain, And pass my days in this wild savage desart. SULMA. Your virtue far surpasses your misfortunes; We shun the country which disturbs our quiet; ZOBEIDE. From the loud raging of a vengeful storm Nor shall you longer share my adverse fortunes : SULMA. Rather let sudden death pursue such perfidy, Remote from you to court ignoble grandeur : E'en to the tomb, is closely link'd with mine: I see those charms, which monarchs should adore, ZOBEIDE. When I reflect on the indignant outrage For ever bound to curse the faithless Athamand; When these fell woes are summon'd to my view. All human things are equal to my eyes; All are indifferent. SULMA. Useless constraint! Do those deep sighs betray a tranquil mind ? ZOBEIDE. Cease to disturb the vows I've sworn to heav'n; I never will review my native land; If my frail heart would swerve from duty's path, SULMA. Th' unhappy father's voluntary victim, With what reproaches can you load your mind? ZOBEIDE. With none. Gods! I renew my vows-never-Ye never shall behold the guilt of Zobeide. [The back scene opens and discloses the altar. My happier friends, without regret, prepare Those fatal chains, which bind these hands for ever. Enter INDater. Where is the lovely bride?—the rites await— Form'd between souls most liberal and pure : And I receive the world's best gift in Zobeide ? ZOBEIDE. I know thy virtues, and esteem thy valour, INDATEK. You speak a language foreign to my soul; And whilst you make me blest, destroy the blessing. "Tis said within the walls of Ecbatan, Those eyes have spread a lustre through the court; But tell me, Zobeide-is it my misfortune, Did heav'n ordain thee to adorn a throne? ZOBEIDE. It is not thy misfortune-it is mine My memory retraces not my glory- |