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TAMERLANE.
Bright Troops of crowding Torches, who from thenceOn either Hand stretch far into the Night,And seem to form a shiping Front of Battle.Behold, ev'n from this place, thou may'st discern 'em.[Looking out.
Baj.By Alha! yes! they cast a Day around 'em,And the Plain seems thick set with Stars, as Heav'n.Ha! or my Eyes are false, they move this way.'Tis certain so. Fly, Haly, to our Daughter. [Exit Haly.Let some secure the Christian Prince Axalla;We will be gone this Minute.
Enter Omar.
Om.Lost! Undone!
Baj.What mean'st thou?
Om.All our hopes of Flight are lost;Mirvan and Zama, with the Parthian Horse,Enclose us round, they hold us in a Toil.
Baj.Ha! whence this unexpected Curse of Chance?
Om.Too late I learnt, that early in the NightA Slave was suffer'd by the Princess order,To pass the Guard; I clove the Vilain down,Who yielded to his Flight; but that's poor Vengeance.That Fugitive has rais'd the Camp upon us,And unperceiv'd, by favour of the Night,In silence they have marcht to intercept us.
Baj.My Daughter! oh! the Traitress!
Der.Yet, we haveAxalla in our Power, and angry TamerlaneWill buy his Favourite's Life, on any Terms.
Om.With these few Friends I have, I for a whileCan face their Force; if they refuse us Peace,Revenge shall sweeten Ruin, and 'twill Joy me,To drag my Foe down with me, in my fall.[Exit Omar.
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