Palm. Ah, stay! my brother's murder'd by this ty

rant!

By poison, not by piety, he kills.

Mah. 'Tis done-Thus ever be our law receiv'd!

Now, fair Palmira

Palm. Monster is it thus

Thou mak'st thyself a god, by added crimes,
And murders, justify'd by sacrilege?

[Apart.

Mah. Think, exquisite Palmira! for thy sakePalm. Thou'st been the murderer of all my race. See, where Alcanor, see, where Zaphna lies! Do they not call for me too, at thy hands? Oh, that they did!-But I can read thy thoughts; Palmira's sav'd for something, worse than death; This, to prevent-Zaphna, I follow thee!

[Stabs herself with ZAPHNA's Sword.

Mah. What hast thou done?

Palm. A deed of glory, tyrant!

Thou'st left no object worth Palmira's eye,

And when I shut out light, I shut out thee.

[Dies.

Mah. Farewell, dear victim of my boundless pas

sion!

Oh, justice, justice!

In vain are glory, worship, and dominion!
All conq'ror as I am, I am a slave,

And, by the world ador'd, dwell with the damn'd
My crimes have planted scorpions in my breast-
Here, here, I feel them! "Tis in vain to brave
The host of terrors, that invade my soul-
I might deceive the world, myself I cannot.

Ali. Be calm a while, my lord; think what you

To nature's loneliest mansion, where the sun
Ne'er enter'd! where the sound of human tread
Was never heard-But wherefore? still, I there,
There, still shall find myself—Ay, that's the hell !-—
I'll none on't!-
[Drawing his Sword.

Ali. Heav'ns! help-hold him!

Mah. Paltry dastards!

[ALI, &c. disarm him.

You fled the foe, but can disarm your master.
Angel of death, whose pow'r I've long proclaim'd,
Now aid me, if thou canst !—now, if thou canst,
Draw the kind curtain of eternal night,

And shrowd me from the horrors that beset me!

[Exeunt MAHOMET, &c. Phar. Oh! what a curse is life, when self-convic

tion

Flings our offences hourly in our face,
And turns existence torturer to itself!
Here let the mad enthusiast turn his eyes,
And see, from bigotry, what horrors rise!
Here, in the blackest colours, let him read,
That zeal, by craft misled, may act a deed,
By which, both innocence and virtue, bleed. [Exeunt.

THE END.