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thou art, learn henceforth to obey you;

       For know, my heart—

      SCENE III

       Table of Contents

      MAHOMET, PALMIRA, OMAR, ALI, Attendants.

      OMAR.

       The secret is revealed;

       Hercides told it in his dying moments:

       The people all enraged have forced the prison:

       They're up in arms, and bearing on their shoulders

       The bloody corpse of their unhappy chief,

       Lament his fate, and cry aloud for vengeance:

       All is confusion: Seid at their head

       Excited them to rebellion, and cries out,

       “I am a parricide;” with rage and grief

       He seems distracted; with one voice the crowd

       United to curse the prophet and his God:

       Even those who promised to admit our forces

       Within the walls of Mecca, have conspired

       With them to raise their desperate arms against thee;

       And naught is heard but cries of death and vengeance.

      PALMIRA.

       Just heaven pursue him, and defend the cause

       Of innocence!

      MAHOMET.

       (to Omar.)

       Well, what have we to fear?

      OMAR.

       Omar, my lord, with your few faithful friends,

       Despising danger, are prepared to brave

       The furious storm, and perish at your feet.

      MAHOMET.

       Alone I will defend you all; come near:

       Behold and say I act like Mahomet.

      SCENE IV

       Table of Contents

      MAHOMET, OMAR, ALI, and his party one side, SEID and the People on the other. PALMIRA in the middle.

      SEID.

       Avenge my father, seize the traitor.

      MAHOMET.

       People,

       Born to obey me, listen to your master.

      SEID.

       Hear not the monster; follow me:

       (he comes forward a little, and then staggers.)

       O heaven!

       What sudden darkness spread o'er my dim eyes?

       Now strike, my friends—O I am dying.

      MAHOMET.

       Ha!

       Then all is well.

      PALMIRA.

       My brother, canst thou shed

       No blood but Zopir's?

      SEID.

       Yes: come on—I cannot;

       Some god unnerves me.

       (he faints).

      MAHOMET.

       Hence let every foe

       Of Mahomet be taught to fear and tremble:

       Know, ye proud infidels, this hand alone

       Hath power to crush you all, to me the God

       Of nature delegates his sovereign power:

       Acknowledge then his prophet, and his laws,

       'Twixt Mahomet and Seid let that God

       decide the contest, which of us forever

       is guilty, now, this moment let him perish!

      PALMIRA.

       My brother—Seid—can this monster boast

       Such power? The people stand astonished at him,

       And tremble at his voice; and wilt thou yield

       To Mahomet?

      SEID.

       (supported by his attendant.).

       Alas! The hand of heaven

       Is on me, and the involuntary crime

       Is too severely punished: O Palmira,

       In vain was Seid virtuous: O if heaven

       Chastises this our errors, what must crimes

       Like think expect, detested Mahomet?

       What cause hast thou to tremble—O I die;

       Receive me, gracious heaven, and spare Palmira.

       (dies).

      PALMIRA.

       'Tis not, ye people, 'tis not angry heaven

       Pursues my Seid. No: he's poisoned—

      MAHOMET.

       (interrupting her, and addressing himself to the people.)

       Learn

       From Seid's fate, ye unbelievers, how

       To reverence Mahomet whom heaven defends;

       And this pale corpse hath witnessed their obedience;

       The sword of fate hangs o'er your heads, beware

       It fall not on you: thus will I reward

       All impious rebels, all vile infidels,

       And punish every word and thought against me.

       If I withhold my rage, and let you live,

       Remember, traitors, that you owe your beings

       To my indulgence; hasten to the temple,

       Prostrate yourselves before the throne of grace,

       And deprecate the wrath of Mahomet.

       (the people retire.)

      PALMIRA.

       O stay, and hear me, people—the barbarian

       Poisoned my brother—monster, raised by crimes

       To empire thus, and deified by guilt,

       Thou murderer of Palmira's hapless race,

       Complete thy work, and take my wretched life:

       O my dear brother, let me follow thee!

       (she seizes her brother's sword and stabs herself.)

      MAHOMET.

       Seize, and prevent her—

      PALMIRA.

       'Tis too late; I die:

       and dying hope a God more just than thine

       has yet in store a state of happiness

       for injured innocence: let Mahomet

       reign here in peace: this world was made for tyrants.

       (dies).

      MAHOMET.

       She's gone; she's lost; the only dear reward

       I wished to keep of all my crimes: in vain

       I fought and conquered; Mahomet is wretched

       Without Palmira: Conscience, now I feel thee,

       And feel that thou canst rive the guilty heart.