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then he pushed me from him,

       And turned aside; the savage guards around

       Seemed waiting for his orders to despatch me.

      asseli.

       He cannot, dare not do it: still, thou seest,

       Zamti is spared, the orphan king still lives;

       Let but Idame sue to him for pardon,

       And all will be forgiven.

      idame.

       O no; his love

       Is turned to rage; he smiled at my distress,

       Laughed at my tears, and vowed eternal hatred.

      asseli.

       And yet you may subdue him; the fierce lion

       Roars in the toils, and bites his chain; he would not

       Thus talk of hatred if he did not love.

      idame.

       Whether he loves or hates, ’tis time to end

       This wretched being.

      asseli.

       What have you resolved?

      idame.

       When heaven hath poured out all its wrath upon us,

       And filled up the sad measure of our woes,

       It gives us courage to support our griefs,

       And suits our strength to our calamities:

       I feel new force, new vigor in my heart,

       ’Midst all my sorrows; henceforth I defy

       The tyrant, and am mistress of my fate.

      asseli.

       But can you leave your child, the dear loved object

       Of all your hopes and fears?

      idame.

       There Asseli,

       You pierce my heart: O dreadful sacrifice!

       I have done all to save him: the usurper

       Will not descend so low as to destroy

       A helpless infant; for his mother’s sake,

       Whom once he loved, perhaps may spare my child;

       That pleasing hope at least will soothe my soul

       In the dark hour of death: he will relent

       When I am gone, nor carry his fierce wrath

       Beyond the grave, to persecute my son.

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      idame, asseli, octar.

      octar.

       Madam, you must attend the emperor.

       [To the guards.

       Guard you these infants; watch the door, that none

       May pass this way.

       [To Asseli.

       You, madam, may retire.

      idame.

       The emperor send for me?—but I obey.

       Could I have seen my Zamti first! perhaps

       It is a vain request: does pity never

       Dwell in a Tartar’s breast? might I implore

       Your friendship to assist me?

      octar.

       No: when once

       The royal word is passed, to offer counsel

       Is little less than treason: you had kings

       Indeed of old who gave up all their rights,

       And let their subjects rule; but manners change

       With times; we listen not to idle prayers,

       Nor yield to woman’s tears; by arms alone

       We rule the subject world: therefore obey,

       And wait the emperor’s commands.

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      idame.

       [Alone.

       Thou God

       Of the afflicted, who beholdest my wrongs,

       Support me now, inspire me with a portion

       Of my dear Zamti’s courage.

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      genghis khan, idame.

      genghis.

       Genghis comes

       Once more to humble thy proud soul; to show thee

       Thy foul ingratitude, thy base return

       For all my kindness to thee; yet thou knowest not

       How guilty thou hast been; thou knowest not yet

       Thy danger, nor the anguish of my soul;

       Thou whom I loved and whom I ought to hate,

       To punish, to destroy.

      idame.

       Then punish me,

       And me alone; ’tis all I ask of Genghis:

       Finish a life of misery, satiate here

       Thy thirst of blood: Idame hath been faithful,

       That is a crime thou never canst forgive:

       Strike then, and be revenged.

      genghis.

       Thou knowest I cannot;

       Thou knowest I am more wretched than thyself;

       But I’m resolved: the Orphan, and thy son,

       Are in my power: for Zamti, he has long

       Deserved to die; the rebel braves my wrath,

       And yet I spare him; if you wish his life

       You must forget him; death will break the chain

       That binds you; then I might with justice seize

       And make you mine; but know, this proud barbarian,

       This Scythian tyrant, whom you treat with scorn,

       Is not unworthy of Idame’s love:

       Abjure your marriage, and I’ll raise your child

       To equal rank and splendor with my own:

       The orphan shall be safe, your husband spared;

       Their lives, their welfare, and their happiness,

       The happiness of Genghis, all depend

       On thee, Idame; for I love thee still:

       But think not I will bear thy cruel insults,

       Thy tyrant scorn, and all the pride of beauty:

       My soul, thou knowest, is violent; take heed,

       Provoke it not, least vengeance fall upon thee.

       Speak the decisive word that must determine

       The fate of Genghis, and his empire; say,

       Or must I love or hate Idame?

      idame.