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To Omar and to Mahomet, have sworn

       To perish in the glorious cause of heaven:

       My next and dearest care shall be Palmira.

      PALMIRA.

       Why was not I a witness to thy oath?

       Had I been with thee, I had been less wretched;

       But doubts distract me: Omar talks of treason,

       Of blood that soon must flow; the senate's rage,

       And Zopir's dark intrigues: the flames of war

       Once more are kindled, and the sword is drawn

       Heaven only knows when to be sheathed again:

       So says our prophet, he who cannot lie,

       Cannot deceive us: O I fear for Seid,

       Fear all from Zopir.

      SEID.

       So base and so perfidious? But this morning,

       When as a hostage, I appeared before him,

       I thought him noble, generous and humane;

       Some power invincible in secret worked,

       And won me to him; whether the respect

       Due to his name, or specious form external

       Concealed the blackness of his heart I know not;

       Whether thy presence filled my raptured soul

       With joy that drove out every painful sense,

       And would not let me think of aught but thee:

       Whate'er the cause, methought I was most happy

       When nearest him: that he should thus seduce

       My easy heart makes me detest him more;

       And yet how hard it is to look on those

       With eyes of hatred whom we wish to love!

      PALMIRA.

       By every bond hath heaven united us,

       And Seid and Palmira are the same:

       Were I not bound to thee, and to that faith

       Which Mahomet inspires, I too had pleaded

       The cause of Zopir; but religion, love,

       And nature, all forbid it.

      SEID.

       Think no more

       Of vain remorse, but listen to the voice

       Of heaven, the God we serve will be propitious:

       Our holy prophet who protects his children

       Will bless our faithful love: for thy dear sake

       I hazard all. Farewell.

      SCENE II.

       Table of Contents

      PALMIRA (Alone.)

      PALIMRA

       Some dark presage

       Of future misery hangs o'er me still:

       That love which made my happiness, this day,

       So often wished for, is a day of horror:

       What is this dreadful oath, this solemn compact

       Which Seid talks of? I've a thousand fears

       Upon me when I think of Zopir: oft

       As I invoke great Mahomet, I feel

       A secret dread, and tremble as I worship:

       O save me, heaven! Fearful I obey,

       And blind I follow” O direct my steps

       Aright, and deign to wash my tears away!

      SCENE III.

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      MAHOMET, PALMIRA.

      PALMIRA.

       Propitious heaven hath heard my prayers; he comes

       The prophet comes. O gracious Mahomet, My Seid—

      MAHOMET.

       What of him? Thou seemest disturbed;

       What should Palmira fear when I am with her!

      PALMIRA.

       Have I not cause when Mahomet himself

       Seems touched with grief?

      MAHOMET.

       Perhaps it is for thee:

       Darest thou, imprudent maid, avow a passion

       Ere I approved it: is the heart I formed

       Turned rebel to its master, to my laws

       Unfaithful? O ingratitude!

      PALMIRA.

       My lord,

       Behold me at your feet, and pity me

       Didst thou not once propitious smile upon us,

       And give thy sanction to our growing love?

       Thou knowest the virtuous passion that unites us

       Is but a chain that binds us more to thee.

      MAHOMET.

       The bonds that folly and imprudence knit

       Are dangerous! Guilt doth sometimes follow close

       The steps of innocence: our hearts deceive us,

       And love, with all his store of dear delights,

       May cost us tears, and dip his shafts in blood.

      PALMIRA.

       Nor would I murmur if it flowed for Seid.

      MAHOMET.

       Are you indeed so fond?

      PALMIRA.

       E'er since the day

       When good Hercides to thy sacred power

       Consigned us both, unconquerable instinct,

       Still growing with our years, united us

       In tender friendship; 'twas the work of heaven

       That guides our every action, and o'errules

       The fate of mortals; so thy doctrines teach:

       God cannot change, nor gracious heaven condemn

       That love itself inspired: what once was right

       Is always so; canst thou then blame Palmira?

      MAHOMET.

       I can, and must; nay, thou wilt tremble more

       When I reveal the horrid secret to thee.

       Attend, rash maid, and let me teach thy soul

       What to avoid, and what to follow: listen

       To me alone.

      PALMIRA.

       To thee alone Palmira

       Will listen ever the obedient slave

       Of Mahomet; this heart can never lose

       It's veneration for thy sacred name.

      MOHAMET.

       That veneration in excess may lead

       To foul ingratitude.

      PALMIRA.

       When I forget

       Thy goodness, then may Seid punish me!

      MAHOMET.