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Love! Death! Moneses! Nature can no more,Ruin is on her, and she sinks at once.[She sinks down.

Baj.Help, Haly, raise her up, and bear her out.

Ha.Alas! she faints.

Arp.No, Tyrant, 'tis in vain;Oh! I am now beyond thy cruel Power:The peaceful Slumber of the Grave is on me;Ev'n all the tedious Day of Life I've wandred,Bewildred with Misfortunes;At length 'tis Night, and I have reach't my home:Forgetting all the Toils and Troubles past,Weary I'll lay me down, and sleep till———Oh![She dies.

Baj.Fly, ye Slaves,And fetch me Cordials. No she shall not die.Spight of her sullen Pride, I'll hold in Life,And force her to be blest against her Will.

Ha.Already 'tis beyond the Power of Art;For see a deadly Cold has froze the Blood,The plyant Limbs grow stiff, and lose their use,And all the animating Fire is quencht:Even Beauty too is dead; an ashy PaleGrows o'er the Roses, the red Lips have lostTheir flagrant Hew, for want of that sweet Breath,That blest 'em with its Odours, as it past.

Baj.Can it be possible? Can Rage and Grief,Can Love and Indignation be so fierce,So mortal in a Woman's Heart? Confusion!Is the escapt then? What is Royalty?If those, that are my Slaves, and should live for me,Can die, and bid defiance to my Power.

Enter the Dervise.

Der.The valiant Omar sends, to tell thy Greatness,The hour of Flight is come, and urges haste,Since he descrys near Tamerlane's Pavilion,

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