ATHAMAND. Be greatly daring then-Led on by us, Glory shall spread her flatt'ring pinions round thee, And fan the gales of godlike emulation. INDATER. Can I descend to own thee for a master? ATHAMAND. 'Tis glory sure to own a generous master, INDATER. Thou hast none.-Know, that th' unworthy Scy thians, Who border on thy climes, are not like us; ATHAMAND. Seek to advance thy countrymen to glory! Here honour withers-justice ye have none- Learn justice? INDATER. ATHAMAND. Ay, justice, impious traitor! Render to me the treasure thou hast stol'n; And which, with justice, cannot be withheld. Give up, this instant, Zobeide. INDATER. Hah! to thee ! To that high menace, and that haughty air! Have not the common rights of human kind? I well consent--in Scythia he is free. From that blest moment Zobeide sought for shelter Were nature's claims, th' inheritance of Zobeide. ATHAMAND. The treasure I contend for is so great, I would dispute my title with the world; INDATER. Shall kings control th' eternal rights of nature? The free-born mind is royal of itself, Nor asks vain glosses from exterior grandeur. ATHAMAND. Thou canst but have a feeble low idea And canst thou think to treasure such a blessing? The treasure's mine-renounce her, fell barbarian! INDATER. Imprudent stranger!-the fury of thy words Thou art no monarch here. ATHAMAND. That sacred character Accompanies me throughout the universe; To bring again the wealth thou'st ravish'd from me. INDATER. Hah! have we not in peace receiv'd thee here? And would'st thou force me, on this sacred day, ATHAMAND. Seek not to justify a coward's fears, Cowards are always talkative of reason; Draw then or yield the bright reward-that honour A monarch deigns to give thee. INDATER. 'Tis too much : Man cannot brook such wrongs. ATHAMAND. Retire this instant then-no more delay- INDATER. For Zobeide. And, as my cause is just, avenge, ye Pow'rs! [Exeunt. Enter HERMODON, SEYFEL, Scythians. HERMODON. My son, my son-let my paternal care Lead back thy wan'dring steps-all now expect thee: The gentle Zobeide blames thy cold delay, I SEYFEL. may conceive imaginary fears; But, if my eyes by grief are not impair'd, I saw the haughty Persian prince precede him. The Persian prince? HERMODON. Imagination teems with weightiest terrors; SEYFEL. Is daring e'en to madness. HERMODON. Let's follow close-ah! feebleness invades Assemble all our warriors to protect him! SCYTHIAN. Droop not, my friend-our troops stand all prepar'd. I haste to lead them on-summon thy courage! SEYFEL. O call up awful virtue to thy succour! HERMODON. Yes, I'll support me, Seyfel; I revive, I feel returning strength. [Exit. Enter ATHAMAND (with a sword drawn), HASAN, and Persians. ATHAMAND, To arms, to arms! My gen'rous friends--the times now call for valour But where to find her? follow me-come on |