Mel. I know thy royal father fears the strength of this still growing race, who flourish more the more they are oppress'd: he dreads their numbers. Prin. Apis forbid ! Pharaoh afraid of Israel! Yet should this outcast race, this hapless people, Ere grow to such a formidable greatness, (Which all the gods avert whom Egypt worships,) This infant's life can never serve their cause, Nor can his single death prevent their greatness. Mel. Trust not to that vain hope. By weakest means And most unlikely instruments, full oft Are great events produced. This rescued child Prin. How ill does it beseem Thy tender years and gentle womanhood, Yes, I will save him-Mercy, thou hast conquered! [The PRINCESS and her MAID go out. MIRIAM comes forward. How poor were words to speak my boundless joy The princess will protect him; bless her, heaven! [She looks after the Princess, and describes her action. With what impatient step she seeks the shore! She bends to look upon the infant's face! Each chord of pity, waken'd every sense Of melting sympathy, and stolen her soul! - She takes him in her arms-O lovely Princess ! With fondness to her heart, she gives him now Re-enter the PRINCESS. Prin. Did ever innocence and infant beauty That she may nurse the babe:—and, by her garb, Mir. Princess, all hail ! Forgive the bold intrusion of thy servant, Who stands a charm'd spectator of thy goodness. Prin. I have redeem'd an infant from the waves, Whom I intend to nurture as mine own. Mir. My transports will betray me! [aside] Gen'rous Princess ! Prin. Know'st thou a matron of the Hebrew race To whom I may confide him? Mir. Well I know A prudent matron of the house of Levi; That she will rear him with a mother's love. [Aside] Oh truly spoke! a mother's love indeed! To her despairing arms I mean to give This precious trust; the nurse shall be the mother! Prin. With speed conduct this matron to the palace. Yes, I will raise him up to princely greatness, [They go out. She kneels. Thou Great Unseen! who causest gentle deeds, And smil'st on what thou causest; thus I bless thee, That thou did'st deign consult the tender make Of yielding human hearts, when thou ordain'dst Humanity a virtue! didst not make it A rigorous exercise to counteract Some strong desire within; to war and fight Then madest that mercy duty! Gracious Pow'r ! MOSES IN THE BULRUSHES. PART III. Enter JOCHEbed. Joch. I've almost reach'd the place-with cautious steps I must approach the spot where he is laid, -Poor babe! ere this, the pressing calls of hunger [She looks towards the river. [She goes towards it I have it here.-Alas, the ark is empty! Enter MIRIAM. Joch. Come and lament with me thy brother's loss! Mir. Come and adore with me the God of Jacob! Joch. Miriam-the child is dead! Mir. He lives! he lives! Joch. Impossible-Oh, do not mock my grief! Seest thou that empty vessel ? Mir. Th' Egyptian Princess took him. Joch. From that vessel Pharaoh's daughter? His life is safe; Then still he will be slain: a bloodier death Mir. For know, she means to rear him as her own. Joch. (Falls on her knees in rapture.) To God, the Lord, the glory be ascrib'd! O magnify'd for ever be THY might, Who mock'st all human forethought! who o'errul'st [She rises. Mir. O blest event, beyond our warmest hopes! Joch. What! shall my son be nurtur'd in a court, I. princely grandeur bred? taught every art And every wondrous science Egypt knows? Yet, ah! I tremble, Miriam; should he learn, With Egypt's polish'd arts her baneful faith! O worse exchange for death! yes, should he learn |