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ACT V. SCENE I.
SCENE Bajazet's Tent.
Enter Arpasia.
Arp.Sure 'tis a Horror, more than Darkness bringsThat sit's upon the Night; Fate is abroad.Some ruling Fiend hangs in the dusky Air,And scatters Ruin, Death, and wild Distraction,O'er all the wretched Race of Man below:Not long ago, a Troop of ghastly SlavesRush't in, and forc't Moneses from my Sight;Death hung so heavy on his drooping Spirits,That scarcely could he say—Farewel———for ever.And yet, methinks, some gentle Spirit whispersThy Peace draws near, Arpasia Sigh no more;And see the King of Terrors is at hand;His Minister appears.
Enter Bajazet, and Haly.
Baj. aside to Haly]The rest I leaveTo thy dispatch. For oh! My faithful Haly,Another Care has taken up thy Master;Spight of the high-wrought Tempest in my Soul,Spight of the Pangs, which Jealousy has cost me;This haughty Woman reigns within my Breast:In vain I strive to put her from my Thoughts,To drive her out with Empire, and Revenge:Still she comes back like a retiring Tide,That Ebbs a while, but strait returns again,And swells above the Beach.
Ha.Why wears my LordAn anxious thought, for what his Pow'r commands?
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