RIzIA: LMPRESS OF INDE Must. What are we, Sweet Mehdee? Me h. What we? A lust. Go to— sorrow hath duIl’d thy brain, Pen ! Are we not a pair o vultures perch’d on a skyey tree to— 7 Delhi. Watch4ower of the Southern Gate of dear lady I Leel. Why look’st thou pale, mariner, I could not sleep : the wakeful on the boundless deep, When Night comes storm-carr’d [ Trumpets sound. { Sherin rises. SCENE VIII. dnamt But mine, sweet Lecla was waking smile, Would that I could like thee awake to Riz. Thou ravest, maiden. Led. 0 my gracious Empress! I had a hideous dreamr Riz. Alt ! So had I : Because it was a dream, an aery nothing, rn idle mimicry of idle Fancy ! Rtz. i: ‘ye not slept— Is happier, Leela t ha ! ‘tis morn, awake-— 0 when again, proud palace of my fathers ! Will sleep rock me to slumber ‘neath this roof, Diiving away a while all care-born thought. Dreams of ambition, that disease the mind! Look, Leek,!
How many thousands o’er this boundless region, Do bend their knees to thee, thou glorious Sun i And ‘tis no wonder— (3 Imperial Delhi ! My beautiful city—over which the light, The rosy light of dawn is creeping now I ike a sweet blush of joy which the glad heai t Strives but in vain to hide within its depths--— 0 thou my beautiful city ! Faie thee well !
O fare thee well, and if it be for ever, Look at the ornaments t hat deck thee, And think of her who as a loving mother. Decks foi the bridal altar her fair daughter Rob’d thee with beauty! Now my gentle maidens Prepare ye for the thatch, (he hour is nigh. [ Opens a window. [aus. [ T utnets sound. [Exit. the City. are MUST, MEUDEE.
