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Ind. As briefly will I clear my innocence :
Aur. But your lover too:
Ind. Not that I valued life, but fear'd to die : Think that my weakness, not inconstancy. Aur. Fear shew'd you doubted of your own in
tent: And she, who doubts, becomes less innocent. Tell me not you could fear; Fear's a large promiser; who subject live To that base passion, know not what they give. No circumstance of grief you did deny ; And what could she give more, who durst not die ?
Ind. My love, my faith.
Aur. Both so adulterate grown, When mix'd with fear, they never could be known. I wish no ill might her I love befal; But she ne'er loved, who durst not venture all. Her life and fame should my concernment be; But she should only be afraid for me.
Ind. My heart was yours; but, oh! you left it here, Abandon’d to those tyrants, hope and fear. If they forced from me one kind look, or word, Could you not that, not that small part afford ?
Aur. If you had loved, you nothing yours could
Giving the least of mine, you gave him all.
True love's a miser; so tenacious grown,
Ind. Yet to restore the quiet of your heart,
Aur. Oh, name it.
Ind. Tis to part. Since perfect bliss with me you cannot prove, I scorn to bless by halves the man I love. Aur. Now you distract me more: Shall then the
day, Which views my triumph, see our loves decay? Must I new bars to my own joy create ? Refuse myself what I had forced from fate? What though I am not loved ? Reason's nice taste does our delights destroy : Brutes are more bless'd, who grossly feed on joy.
Ind. Such endless jealousies your love pursue, I can no more be fully bless'd than you. I therefore
to free us both from pain : I prized your person, but your crown disdain. . Nay, even my own I give it you; for, since I cannot call Your heart my subject, I'll not reign at all. [Exit. Aur. Go: Though thou leav’st me tortured on
the rack, 'Twixt shame and pride, I cannot call thee back.She's guiltless, and I should submit; but oh! When she exacts it, can I stoop so low? Yes; for she's guiltless; but she's haughty too. Great souls long struggle ere they own a crime: She's gone ; and leaves me no repenting time.
I'll call her now ; sure, if she loves, she'll stay ; Linger at least, or not go far away.
[Looks to the door, and returns. For ever lost! and I repent too late. My foolish pride would set my whole estate, Till, at one throw, I lost all back to fate. To him the Emperor, drawing in INDAMORA:
Attendants. Emp. It must not be, that he, by whom we live, Should no advantage of his gift receive. Should he be wholly wretched ? he alone, In this bless'd day, a day so much his own ?
[T. IND. I have not quitted yet a victor's right : I'll make you happy in your own despite. I love you still ; and, if I struggle hard To give, it shews the worth of the reward.
Ind. Suppose he has o'ercome; must I find place Among his conquer'd foes, and sue for grace ? Be pardon'd, and confess I loved not well? What though none live my innocence to tell, I know it: 'Truth may own a generous pride : I clear myself, and care for none beside.
Aur. Oh, Indamora, you would break my heart! Could you resolve, on any terms, to part ? I thought your love eternal : Was it tied So loosely, that a quarrel could divide ? I grant that my suspicions were unjust; But would you leave me, for a small distrust ? Forgive those foolish words [Kneeling to her. They were the froth my raging folly moved, When it boild up: I knew not then I loved ; Yet then loved most. Ind. to Aur. You would but half be blest!
(Giving her hand, smiling.
Aur. Oh do but try
, even in enjoyment, is
Emp. Her eyes a secret yielding do confess,
MELESINDA in white.
Aur. 'Tis the procession of a funeral vow,
Ind. Oh, my foreboding heart! the event I fear :
Mel. You wrong my love; what grief do I betray?
Emp. Let no false shew of fame your reason blind.
I'll seek his breast, and, kindling by his side, Adorn’d with flames, I'll mount a glorious bride.
[Exit. Enter NOURMAHAL, distracted, with ZAYDA.
Zay. She's lost, she's lost! but why do I complain For her, who generously did life disdain ! Poison'd, she raves The envenom'd body does the soul attack; The envenom’d soul works its own poison back.
Nour. I burn, I more than burn; I am all fire.
Aur. Alas, what fury's this?
[Staring upon him, and catching at him.
* I wish the duty of an editor had permitted me to omit this extravagant and ludicrous rhapsody.