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My children slaves to thee? Impossible!

      MAHOMET.

       My bounty nourished them.

      ZOPIR.

       And couldst thou spare

       A child of Zopir's?

      MAHOMET.

       For their father's faults

       I will not punish them

      ZOPIR.

       But tell me, say,

       For what are they reserved?

      MAHOMET.

       Their life or death

       Depend on me: speak but the word, and thou

       Art master of their fate.

      ZOPIR.

       O name the price

       And thou shalt have it; must I give my blood,

       Or must I bear their chains, and be the slave

       Of Mahomet?

      MAHOMET.

       I ask not either of thee:

       Lend me thy aid but to subdue the world;

       Surrender Mecca to me and give up

       Your temple, bid the astonished people read

       My sacred Koran; be thou my vassal,

       And fall before me, then will I restore

       Thy son, perhaps hereafter may reward thee

       With honors, and contract a closer tie

       With Zopir.

      ZOPIR.

       Mahomet, thou seest in me

       A tender father: after fifteen years

       Of cruel absence, to behold my children,

       To die in their embraces, were the first

       And fairest blessings that my soul could wish for;

       But if to thee I must betray my country,

       Or sacrifice my children, know, proud tyrant,

       The choice is made already—fare thee well.

      MAHOMET.

       Inexorable dotard! But henceforth

       I will be more implacable, more cruel

       Even than thyself.

      SCENE VI

       Table of Contents

      MAHOMET, OMAR.

      OMAR.

       And so indeed thou must be,

       Or all is lost: already I have bought

       Their secret counsels: Mahomet, to-morrow

       The truce expires, and Zopir reassumes

       His power; thy life's in danger: half the senate

       Are leagued against thee: those who dare not fight

       May hire the dark assassin to destroy thee;

       May screen their guilt beneath the mask of justice,

       And call the murder legal punishment.

      MAHOMET.

       First they shall feel my vengeance: persecution,

       Thou knowest, has ever been my best support.

       Zopir must die.

      OMAR.

       'Tis well resolved: his fate

       Will teach the rest obedience: lose no time.

      MAHOMET.

       Yet, spite of my resentment, I must hide

       The murderous hand that deals the blow. To 'scape

       Suspicion's watchful eye, and not incense

       The multitude.

      OMAR.

       They are not worth our care.

      MAHOMET.

       And yet they must be pleased: I want an arm

       That will strike boldly.

      OMAR.

       Seid is the man;

       I'll answer for him.

      MAHOMET.

       Seid?

      OMAR.

       Ay: the best,

       The fittest instrument to serve our purpose:

       As Zopir's hostage he may find occasion

       To speak with him, and soon avenge his master.

       Thy other favorites are too wise, too prudent

       For such a dangerous enterprise; old age

       Takes off the bandage of credulity

       From mortal eyes; but the young, simple heart,

       The willing slave to its own fond opinions,

       And void of guile, will act as we direct it:

       Youth is the proper period for delusion.

       Seid, thou knowest, is superstitious, bold,

       And violent, but easy to be lead;

       Like a tame lion, to his keeper's voice

       Obedient.

      MAHOMET.

       What! The brother of Palmira?

      OMAR.

       Ay; Seid, the fierce son of thy proud foe,

       The incestuous rival of great Mahomet,

       His master's rival.

      MAHOMET.

       I detest him, Omar,

       Abhor his very name; my murdered son

       Cries out for vengeance on him; but thou knowest

       The object of my love, and whence she sprung;

       Thou seest I am oppressed on every side;

       I would have altars, victims, and a throne;

       I would have Zopir's blood, and Seid's too:

       I must consult my interest, my revenge,

       My honor, and my love, that fatal passion,

       Which, spite of my resentment, holds this heart

       In shameful chains: I must consult religion,

       All powerful motive, and necessity

       That throws a veil o'er every crime: away.

       End of the Second Act

      ACT III.

      SCENE I.

       Table of Contents

      SEID, PALMIRA

      PALMIRA.

       O Seid, keep me not in dread suspense,

       What is this secret sacrifice? What blood

       Hath heaven demanded?

      SEID.

       The eternal power

       Deigns to accept my service, calls on me

       To execute its purposes divine;

       To him this heart's devoted, and for him

       This arm shall rise in vengeance; I am bound