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This rival so contemptible?

      duke.

       And why

       Shouldst thou excuse him? Didst thou never know her?

       ’Tis dreadful to conceive it. If thou didst,

       Now, traitor, tremble.

      vamir.

       Vamir tremble? No:

       Too long already I have borne in silence

       Thy cruel insults; know me now, barbarian,

       Know a despair that’s equal to thy own:

       Strike here; behold thy brother, and thy rival.

      duke.

       Thou, Vamir, thou?

      vamir.

       Yes: for these two years past

       We’ve been united in the strictest bonds

       Of tender love; the only good on earth

       I wished to keep, thy cruel hand hath strove

       To ravish from me, made my life unhappy:

       Judge of my miseries by thy own: we both

       Are jealous, both were born the slaves of passion:

       Hatred and love, resentment, and despair,

       Possess our souls, and all in the extreme:

       Thou wert my rival, therefore I opposed thee:

       Furious and blind, I ran, I flew to save

       The object of my love; not all thy power

       Restrained me, nor my weakness, time nor place,

       Not even thy noble courage; love prevailed

       O’er friendship, and the ties of blood: be thou

       Cruel like me, like me unnatural.

       Whilst I have life, thou never canst enjoy

       Thy conquest, never canst possess Amelia:

       Strike, then, and punish, shed thy brother’s blood;

       But when thou draggest her with thee to the altar,

       Remember, she’s thy sister, and my wife.

      duke.

       Guards, seize the traitor, take him from my sight.

      amelia.

       Stay, cruel prince; art thou inflexible,

       Deaf to the voice of nature? O, my lord!

      vamir.

       Sue not for me, Amelia, Vamir’s fate

       Is to be envied: he most claims your pity

       Who hath betrayed his king, and injured thee:

       I am revenged, the victory is mine;

       For thou art hated here, and I’m beloved.

      amelia.

       [Kneeling to the Duke.

       O dearest prince, my lord, see at your feet—

      duke.

       Away with him: rise, madam, for thy tears

       And fruitless prayers to save a traitor’s life

       But pour fresh poison o’er my wounded heart

       That bleeds for thee; but I will die, Amelia,

       Not unrevenged: when thou shalt feel my rage

       Accuse thyself; the work is all thy own.

      amelia.

       I cannot leave thee: O my lord, yet hear—

      duke.

       If I must hear thee, speak, go on.

      SCENE VI.

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      the duke, vamir, amelia, lisois.

      lisois.

       My lord,

       The people are in arms; at Vamir’s name

       They rose tumultuous, and on every side

       Disorder reigns; the affrighted soldiers leave

       Their colors, and in wild confusion fly:

       Meantime the foe unites his scattered powers,

       And rushes on us.

      duke.

       Go, ungrateful woman!

       Thou hast not long to glory in thy crimes;

       Follow her—

       [To one of her attendants.

       I must to the factious crowd

       And show myself: thou, Lisois, guard this traitor.

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      vamir, lisois.

      lisois.

       Art thou a traitor? couldst thou thus disgrace

       Thy noble blood, to violate the laws

       Of nature? could a prince so far forget

       His duty and himself?

      vamir.

       I never did:

       The people’s just: my brother is a rebel,

       And has betrayed his master.

      lisois.

       Hear me, Vamir;

       My soul desires no greater happiness

       Than to unite you: long have I beheld

       With deep regret my bleeding country’s woes,

       Our fields laid waste, and nature sacrificed

       To discord and revenge; the haughty Moor,

       Raised on our ruins, menacing the state,

       Which we have weakened by our own divisions.

       O if thou bearest a heart that’s truly noble,

       And worthy of thy race, now save thy country;

       Exert thy power to reconcile the king,

       Soften thy brother, and put out the flames

       Of civil war.

      vamir.

       Impossible! thy cares

       Are fruitless all and vain: if naught but discord,

       Revenge and hatred, led me to the field,

       Had glory and ambition fired my breast,

       Thou mightest have hoped indeed to reunite us;

       But there’s a bar more fatal still behind.

      lisois.

       What could it be! O tell me, Vamir.

      vamir.

       Love:

       Love that has filled this breast with savage fury,

       And made my brother cruel and inhuman.

      lisois.

       Good heaven! that vain caprice should thus destroy

       The noblest purposes! Almighty love,

       Canst thou reverse the laws of nature, fill

       With unrelenting hate the jealous hearts

       Of fondest brothers, and in every clime

       By private passions work the public