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Ind. The noise increases, as the billows roar, When rolling from afar they threat the shore. She comes; and feeble nature now, I find, Shrinks back in danger, and forsakes my mind. I wish to die, yet dare not death endure; Detest the medicine, yet desire the cure. I would have death; but mild, and at command : I dare not trust him in another's hand. In Nourmahal's, he would not mine appear; But arm'd with terror, and disguised with fear.

Mel. Beyond this place you can have no retreat: Stay here, and I the danger will repeat. I fear not death, because my life I hate; And envious death will shun the unfortunate.

Ind. You must not venture.

Mel. Let me: I may do Myself a kindness, in obliging you. In your loved name, I'll seek my angry lord ; And beg your safety from his conquering sword : So his protection all your fears will ease, And I shall see him once, and not displease.

[Exit. Ind. O wretched queen! what power thy life

can save ? A stranger, and unfriended, and a slave !Enter NOURMAHAL, ZAYDA, and ABAS, with Sol

diers. Alas, she's here!

[INDAMORA retires. Nour. Heartless they fought, and quitted soon

their ground, While ours with easy victory were crown'd. To you, Abas, my life and empire too,

, And, what's yet dearer, my revenge, I owe.

Abas. The vain Morat, by his own rashness wrought, Too soon discover'd his ambitious thought;

Believed me his, because I spoke him fair,
And pitch'd his head into the ready snare.
Hence 'twas I did his troops at first admit;
But such, whose numbers could no fears beget:
By them the emperor's party first I slew,
Then turn'd my arms the victors to subdue.
Nour. Now let the head-strong boy my will

controul !
Virtue's no slave of man; no sex confines the soul :
I for myself the imperial seat will gain,
And he shall wait my leisure for his reign.-
But Aureng-Zebe is no where to be found,
And now, perhaps, in death's cold arms he lies !
I fought, and conquer'd, yet have lost the prize.
Zayd. The chance of war determined well the

strife, That rack'd you, 'twixt the lover and the wife. He's dead, whose love had sullied all your reign, And made you empress of the world in vain.

Nour. No; I my power and pleasure would divide: The drudge had quench'd my flames, and then had

died. rage, to think without that bliss I live, That I could wish what fortune would not give : But, what love cannot, vengeance must supply ; She, who bereaved me of his heart, shall die. Zayd. I'll search: far distant hence she cannot be.

[Goes in. Nour. This wondrous masterpiece I fain would see; This fatal Helen, who can wars inspire, Make kings her slaves, and set the world on fire. My husband lock'd his jewel from my view; Or durst not set the false one by the true.

Re-enter ZAYDA, leading INDAMORA. Zayd. Your frighted captive, ere she dies, receive; Her soul's just going else, without your leave.

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Nour. A fairer creature did my eyes ne'er see!
Sure she was forin'd by heaven, in spite to me!
Some angel copied, while I slept, each grace,
And moulded every feature from my face.
Such majesty does from her forehead rise,
Her cheeks such blushes cast, such

rays
her

eyes,
Nor I, nor envy, can a blemish find.
The palace is, without, too well design'd:
Conduct me in, for I will view thy mind. [To her.
Speak, if thou hast a soul, that I may see,
If heaven can make, throughout, another me.
Ind. My tears and miseries must plead my cause ;

[Kneeling My words, the terror of your presence awes : Mortals, in sight of angels, mute become ; The nobler nature strikes the inferior dumb.

Nour. The palm is, by the foe's confession, mine; But I disdain

what basely you resign. Heaven did, by me, the outward model build ; Its inward work, the soul, with rubbish fillid. Yet, oh! the imperfect piece moves more delight; 'Tis gilded o’er with youth, to catch the sight. The gods have poorly robb'd my virgin bloom, And what I am, by what I was, o'ercome. Traitress ! restore my beauty and my charms, Nor steal my conquest with my proper arms.

Ind. What have Idone thus to inflame your hate ? I am not guilty, but unfortunate.

Nour. Notguilty,when thy looksmy powerbetray, Seduce mankind, my subject, from my sway, Take all my hearts and all my eyes away? My husband first; but that I could forgive; He only moved, and talk'd, but did not live. My Aureng-Zebe !—for I dare own the name, The glorious sin, and the more glorious flame,Him from my beauty have thy eyes misled, And starved the joys of my expected bed.

Ind. His love so sought, he's happy that he's dead. O had I courage but to meet my fate, That short dark passage to a future state, That melancholy riddle of a breath!

Nour. That something, orthatnothing, after death: Take this, and teach thyself. [Giving a Dagger.

Ind. Alas!

Nour. Why dost thou shake ?
Dishonour not the vengeance I design’d:
A queen, and own a base plebeian mind!
Let it drink deep in thy most vital part;
Strike home, and do me reason in thy heart.

Ind. I dare not.

Nour. Do't, while I stand by and see, At my full gust, without the drudgery. I love a foe, who dares my stroke prevent, Who gives me the full scene of my content; Shews me the flying soul's convulsive strife, And all the anguish of departing life. Disdain my mercy, and my rage defy; Curse me with thy last breath, and make me see A spirit, worthy to have rivalld me.

Ind. Oh, I desire to die, but dare not yet! Give me some respite, I'll discharge the debt. Without my Aureng-Zebe I would not live. Nour. Thine, traitress!thine! that word has wing'd

thy fate, And put me past the tedious forms of hate: I'll kill thee with such eagerness and haste, As fiends, let loose, would lay all nature waste. [INDAMORA runs back: As NOURMAHAL is run

ning to her, clashing of swords is heard within. Sold. Yield, you're o'erpower'd : Resistance is in vain.

[Within. Mor. Then death's my choice : Submission I disdain.

[Within.

Nour. Retire, ye slaves! Ah, whither does he run

[At the door. On pointed swords? Disarm, but save my son. Enter MORAT staggering, and upheld by Soldiers.

Mor. She lives! and I shall see her once again ! I have not thrown away my life in vain.

[Catches hold of INDAMORA's gown, and falls

by her: She sits. I can no more; yet even in death I find My fainting body biass'd by my mind : I fall toward you ; still my contending soul Points to your breast, and trembles to its pole. To them MELESINDA, hastily casting herself on the

other side of MORAT. Mel. Ah woe, woe, woe! the worst of woes I find ! Live still ; Oh live : live e'en to be unkind !With half-shut eyes he seeks the doubtful day ; But, ah! he bends his sight another way. He faints! and in that sigh his soul is gone; Yet heaven's unmoved, yet heaven looks careless on. Nour. Where are those powers which monarchs

should defend ? Or do they vain authority pretend O’er human fates, and their weak empire show, Which cannot guard their images below ? If, as their image, he was not divine, They ought to have respected him as mine. I'll waken them with my revenge ; and she, Their Indamora, shall my victim be, And helpless heaven shall mourn in vain, like me.

[As she is going to stab INDAMORA, MORAT

raises himself, and holds her hand. 'Mor. Ah, what are we, Who dare maintain with heaven this wretched strife, Puft with the pride of heaven's own gift, frail life?

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