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$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Above the worthless Trophies Men can raise,She seeks not Honours, Wealth, nor airy Praise,But with her self, Her self, the Goddess pays.[Exeunt Tamerlane, Axalla, Prince of Tanais,
Mirvan, Zama, and Attendants.

Manent Bajazet, Omar, Guards.

Baj.Come, lead me to my Dungeon; plunge me down,Deep from the hated Sight of Man, and Day,Where (under Covert of the friendly Darkness)My Soul may brood, at leisure, o'er its Anguish.

Om.Our Royal Master would, with noble Usage,Make your Misfortunes light, he bids you hope.———

Baj. I tell thee, Slave, I have shook hands with Hope,And all my Thoughts are Rage, Despair, and Horror,

Enter Haly, Arpasia, and Women Attendants.

Ha! wherefore am I thus?———Perdition seize me!But my cold Blood runs shiv'ring to my Heart,As at some Fantom, that in dead of Night,With dreadful Action stalks around our Beds.The Rage, and fiercer Passions of my BreastAre lost in new Confusion.—Arpasia!—Haly!

Ha.Oh, Emperor! for whose hard Fate, our Prophet,And all the Heroes of thy Sacred RaceAre sad in Paradise, thy faithful Haly(The Slave of all thy Pleasures) in this RuinThis universal Shipwrack of thy FortunesHas gather'd up this Treasure for thy Arms:Nor ev'n the Victor, haughty Tamerlane,(By whose Command, once more, thy Slave beholds thee)Denies this Blessing to thee, but with HonourRenders thee back thy Queen, thy beauteous Bride.

Baj.Oh! had her Eyes, with pity, seen my Sorrow's,Had she the Softness of a tender Bride,Heav'n could not have bestow'd a greater Blessing,

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