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Your hatred were unjust, your love most guilty,

       And most unworthy of us both: I ask

       Your justice; I demand it; ’tis a debt

       Which a king owes to all: if you have lost,

       I would restore it to you, and, in secret,

       I know your conscience justifies Idame.

      genghis.

       Then hatred is your choice; ’tis well; henceforth

       Expect the vengeance of an injured monarch:

       Your prince, your husband, and your son shall pay

       For proud Idame’s scorn, and with their blood

       Atone for her ingratitude: their doom

       Was sealed by thee, thou art their murderer.

      idame.

       Barbarous, inhuman Genghis.

      genghis.

       So I am,

       Thanks to thy kind regard! you might have had

       A tender love, but you chose a master

       Proud, merciless, and savage, one whose hatred

       Is equal to thy own.

      idame.

       He is my king;

       As such I reverence him: this single boon,

       Low on my knees entreat.

      genghis.

       Idame, rise;

       Speak, I attend: perhaps some kinder thoughts—

      idame.

       Might Zamti be permitted for a while

       To visit me in secret?

      genghis.

       What?

      idame.

       My lord,

       But for a moment, ’tis my last request;

       Perhaps it may be better for us both.

      genghis.

       ’Tis strange: but be it so: perhaps the slave,

       Taught by calamity, that best of masters,

       No longer will desire the fatal honor

       Of being rival to a conqueror:

       On you his fate depends; divorce, or death:

       Give him the choice.

       [To Octar.

       Watch here.

       [To the guards.

       Guards, follow me:

       Still am I wavering, still unhappy; still

       Is Genghis doomed to be the slave of love.

       [Exit.

      idame.

       [Alone.

       Once more Idame lives; methinks I feel

       New strength and vigor shoot through every vein:

       Now, Genghis, I defy thee!

      SCENE V.

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      zamti, idame.

      idame.

       O my Zamti,

       Dearer to me than all those conquerors,

       Whom servile mortals flatter into gods;

       My other deity, to whom in vain

       I never sue: alas, my love, too well

       Thou knowest our fate; the dreadful hour is come.

      zamti.

       I know it is.

      idame.

       In vain thy patriot care

       Strove to preserve the orphan king.

      zamti.

       That hope

       Is lost; we’ll think no more on it: thou hast done

       Thy every duty, and I die content.

      idame.

       What will become of our dear child? forgive

       A mother, Zamti; I have shown some courage,

       And therefore thou wilt pardon me.

      zamti.

       The kings

       Of Cathay are no more; the nobles held

       In ignominious chains; they most deserve

       Our pity, who are still condemned to live.

      idame.

       O they have doomed thee to a shameful death.

      zamti.

       ’Tis what I’ve long expected.

      idame.

       Hear me then;

       Is there no path to death but from the palace?

       Bulls bleed at the altar; criminals are dragged

       To punishment; but generous minds are masters

       Of their own fate: why meet it from the hands

       Of Genghis? were we born dependent thus

       On others’ wills? no; let us imitate

       Our bolder neighbors, live with ease, and die

       When life grows burdensome: wrongs unrevenged

       To them are insupportable, and death

       More welcome far than infamy: they wait not

       For a proud tyrant’s nod, but meet their fate:

       We’ve taught these islanders some useful arts,

       And wherefore deign we not to learn from them

       Some necessary virtues?—let us die.

      zamti.

       Yes: I approve thy noble resolution,

       And think, extremity of sorrow mocks

       The power of laws; but wretched slaves, disarmed

       As we are, and bowed down beneath our tyrants,

       Must wait the blow.

      idame.

       [Drawing out a poniard.

       Strike, Zamti, and be free.

      zamti.

       O heaven!

      idame.

       Strike here, my Zamti, this weak arm

       Perhaps might err; thy firmer hand will best

       Direct the fatal stroke; now sacrifice

       A faithful wife, and let her husband fall

       Beside her: yes, my love, we’ll die together;

       With jealous eye the tyrant shall behold us

       Expiring in each other’s arms.

      zamti.

       Thank heaven!

       Thy virtue never fails; this is the last

       The dearest mark of my Idame’s love;

       Receive my last farewell; give me the dagger:

       Now turn aside.

      idame.

       There, take it.

       [Gives him the dagger.

       Kill me first;

       Thou tremblest.

      zamti.