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And Love had made amends for loss of Empire.But see, what Fury dwells upon her Charms!What Lightning flashes from her angry Eyes!With a malignant Joy she views my Ruin:Ev'n Beauteous in her Hatred, still she charms me,And awes my fierce tumultuous Soul to Love.
Arp.And dar'st thou hope, thou Tyrant! Ravisher!That Heav'n has any Joy in store for thee?Look back upon the Sum of thy past Life,Where Tyranny, Oppression, and Injustice,Perjury, Murders, swell the black Account,Where lost Arpasia's Wrongs stand bleeding fresh,Thy last recorded Crime; but Heav'n has found thee,At length the tardy Vengeance has o'ertane thee.My weary Soul shall bear a little longerThe pain of Life, to call for Justice on thee,That once compleat, sink to the peaceful Grave,And lose the memory of my Wrongs and thee.
Baj.Thou rail'st! I thank thee for it.———Be perverse,And muster all the Woman in thy Soul;Goad me with Curses, be a very Wife,That I may fling off this tame Love, and hate thee.
Enter Moneses.
Bajazet starting.] Ha!—Keep thy temper Heart; nor take alarmAt a Slave's Presence.
Mon.It is Arpasia!—Leave me, thou cold fear.Sweet as the rosie Morn she breaks upon me,And Sorrow, like the Night's unwholsome Shade,Gives way before the Golden Dawn she brings.
Baj.[Advancing towards him. Ha, Christian! Is it well that we meet thus?Is this thy Faith?
Mon.Why does thy frowning BrowPut on this Form of Fury? Is it strangeWe should meet here Companions in Misfortune,The Captives of one common Chance of War?Nor should'st thou wonder, that my Sword has fail'd
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