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Of other means to make our power secure.

       Exit with Omar.

      SEID.

       Alone.

       I could not answer: one reproachful word

       From Mahomet sufficed: I stood abashed,

       But not convinced: if heaven requires it of me,

       I must obey; but it will cost me dear.

      SCENE III

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      SEID, PALMIRA.

      SEID.

       Palmira, art thou here? What fatal cause

       Hath led thee to this seat of horror?

      PALMIRA.

       Fear,

       And love directed me to find thee, Seid,

       To ask thee what dread sacrifice thou meanest

       To offer here; do heaven and Mahomet

       Demand it from thee, must it be? O speak.

      SEID.

       Palmira, thou commandest my every thought

       And every action; all depend on thee:

       Direct them as thou wilt, inform my soul,

       And guide my hand: be thou my guardian god,

       Explain the will of heaven which yet I know not;

       Why am I chosen to be its instrument

       Of vengeance? are the prophet's dread commands

       Irrevocable?

      PALMIRA.

       Seid, we must yield in silence,

       Nor dare to question his decrees; he hears

       Our secret sighs, nor are our sorrows hid

       From Mahomet's all seeing eye: to doubt

       Is profanation of the deity.

       His God is God alone; he could not else

       Be thus victorious, thus invincible.

      SEID.

       He must be Seid's God who is Palmira's:

       Yet cannot my astonished could conceive

       A being, tender, merciful, and kind,

       Commanding murder; then again I think

       To doubt is guilt: the priest without remorse

       Destroys the victim: by the voice of heaven

       I know that Zopir was condemned, I know

       That Seid was predestined to support

       The law divine: so Mahomet ordained,

       And I obey him: fired with holy zeal

       I go to slay the enemy of God;

       And yet methinks another deity

       Draws back my arm, bids me spare the victim.

       Religion lost her power when I beheld

       The wretched Zopir; duty urged in vain

       Her cruel plea, exhorting me to murder;

       With joy I listened to the plaintive voice

       Of soft humanity: but Mahomet—

       How awful! How majestic! Who can bear

       His wrath? His frowns reproached my shameful weakness;

       Religion is a dreadful power: alas!

       Palmira, I am lost in doubts and fears,

       Discordant passions tear this feeble heart:

       I must be impious, must desert my faith,

       Or be a murderer: Seid was not formed

       For an assassin; but 'tis heaven's command,

       And I have promised to avenge its cause:

       The tears of grief and rage united flow,

       Contending duties raise a storm within,

       And thou alone, Palmira, must appease it;

       Fix my uncertain heart, and give it peace:

       Alas! Without dreadful sacrifice,

       The tie that binds us is forever broke;

       This only can secure thee.

      PALMIRA.

       Am I then

       The price of blood, of Zopir's blood?

      SEID.

       So heaven

       And Mahomet decree.

      PALMIRA.

       Love ne'er was meant

       To make us cruel, barbarous, and inhuman.

      SEID.

       To Zopir's murderer, and to him alone,

       Palmira must be given.

      PALMIRA.

       O hard condition!

      SEID.

       But 'tis the will of Mahomet and heaven.

      PALMIRA.

       Alas!

      SEID.

       Thou knowest the dreadful curse that waits

       On disobedience—everlasting pain.

      PALMIRA.

       If thou must be the instrument of vengeance,

       If at thy hands the blood which thou hast promised

       Shall be required—

      SEID.

       What's to be done?

      PALMIRA.

       I tremble

       To think of it—yet—

      SEID.

       It must be so then: thou

       Hast fixed his doom; Palmira has consented.

      PALMIRA.

       Did I consent?

      SEID.

       Thou didst.

      PALMIRA.

       Detested thought!

       What have I said?

      SEID.

       By thee the voice of heaven

       Speaks its last dread command, and I obey:

       Yon fatal altar is the chosen seat

       Of Zopir's worship, there he bends the knee

       To his false gods; retire, my sweet Palmira.

      PALMIRA.

       I cannot leave thee.

      SEID.

       Thou must not be witness

       To such as a deed of horror: these, Palmira

       Are dreadful moments: fly to yonder grove,

       Thou wilt be near the prophet there: away.

      PALMIRA.

       Zopir must die then?

      SEID.

       Yes: this fatal hand

       Must drag him to the earth, there murder him,

       And bathe yon ruined altar in his blood.

      PALMIRA.

       Die by thy hand! I shudder at the thought:

       But see! He comes; just heaven!

       (the farther part of the stage