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this day of blood did crimes like this

       Affright my soul: you answer not, but send

       Your fruitless sighs to heaven. Sweet innocent,

       Must we then give thee up a sacrifice

       To brutal rage?

      zamti.

       I’ve promised, sworn to save him.

      idame.

       What can thy oaths, thy promises avail?

       Thou canst not keep them; every hope is lost.

      zamti.

       And wouldst thou have me sacrifice the son

       Of my loved sovereign?

      idame.

       O I cannot bear

       To think of it; my eyes are bathed in tears.

       O were I not a mother, would kind heaven

       But grant me now to shorten my sad days,

       Then would I say to Zamti, come, my lord,

       We’ll die together; all is lost to us,

       And we will perish with our country.

      zamti.

       Who

       That sees the wretched fate of Cathay’s kings

       Would wish to live? what is this phantom death,

       That thus appalls mankind? the wretch’s hope,

       The villain’s terror, and the brave man’s scorn:

       Without reluctance, and without regret,

       The wise expect and meet him as a friend.

      idame.

       What secret purpose labors in your breast?

       Your cheek is pale, your eyes are filled with tears;

       My sympathizing heart feels all your sorrows,

       And would relieve them; what have you resolved?

      zamti.

       To keep my oath; therefore away, and watch

       The royal infant: I shall follow you.

      idame.

       Alas! a woman’s tears can ne’er defend him.

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      zamti, etan.

      zamti.

       Vain is your care, your kind compassion vain,

       For he must die; the nation’s weal demands it.

       Think rather how thou mayest preserve thy country.

      zamti.

       Yes, I will make the dreadful sacrifice.

       Etan, I know thou holdest this empire dear;

       Yes, thou adorest the God of heaven and earth,

       As worshipped by our ancestors; that God

       Our bonzes know not, and our tyrants scorn.

      etan.

       In him I trust, on him alone rely

       For my own comfort, and my country’s safety.

      zamti.

       Swear then by him, and his all-ruling power,

       That thou wilt bury in eternal silence

       The solemn secret that I mean to pour

       Into thy faithful bosom: swear, thy hand

       Shall still be ready to perform whate’er

       Thy duty and thy God by me command.

      etan.

       I swear; and may the miseries that have fallen

       On this unhappy kingdom light on me,

       If ever I am false in word or deed!

      zamti.

       I cannot now recede: then mark me, Etan.

      etan.

       Alas! thou weepest: amidst the general ruin

       Can there be cause for added grief?

      zamti.

       The doom

       Is past, my friend, and cannot be reversed.

      etan.

       I know it cannot; but a stranger’s son—

      zamti.

       A stranger! he, my king!

      etan.

       When I remember

       He is our emperor’s child, I shudder at it:

       What’s to be done?

      zamti.

       My path thou seest, is here

       Prescribed, and every action noted down

       By our new tyrants; thou mayest act with freedom,

       Because unknown and unobserved: thou knowest

       The orphan’s place of refuge: for a time

       We may conceal him ’midst the secret tombs

       Of our great ancestors; then shelter him

       Beneath Korea’s chief; he will protect

       The royal infant: leave the rest to me.

      etan.

       And how will you appear without him, how

       Appease the conqueror?

      zamti.

       I have wherewithal

       To glut his vengeance.

      etan.

       You, my lord?

      zamti.

       O nature!

       O cruel duty!

      etan.

       How—

      zamti.

       I have a son,

       An only child, now in his cradle—go

       And seize him.

      etan.

       Ha! your son!

      zamti.

       To save—my king.

       Away, and let him—but I can no more.

      etan.

       Alas! my lord, what a command is this!

       I never can obey it.

      zamti.

       Think on Zamti;

       Think on his love, his weakness, his misfortunes,

       Thy duty, and—thy oath.

      etan.

       ’Twas rash and vain:

       Thou didst extort it from me: I admire

       Thy generous purpose; but if as a friend

       I might be heard—

      zamti.

       No more; I’ve heard too much

       Already: what is all that thou couldst say

       To what a father feels? When nature’s silenced,

       Friendship should urge no longer.

      etan.

       I obey.

      zamti.

       Leave me for pity’s sake.