Which binds your Arm and does your pow'r restrain Can ought rebate the Sword of Solyman Solym. My Faith my Vows and my Religion can By Alla bound I 've made this solemn tye Whilst Solyman Lives my Vizier shall not dye And by his Death I must my Peace retrieve Muft. Sir he may dye when Solyman does not live Solym. Did I for this thy Wise advice request For satisfaction in my Grave dull Priest I 'd live to be reveng'd Muft. Yes Sir you shall think not my Councels bring Such tardy Vengeance to an Injur'd King Death should flye quick as Light'ning from your frown Sir he may set before to morrow's Sun Solym. How may he dye to morrow Muft. Yes to Night Solym. My Faith unstain'd Muft. Unsully'd as the Light You are not by this promise bound to give Him immortality T' is whilst you live Yo 've sworne he shall not meet his destiny But there are hours each day in which you dye Sir whilst you sleep you are not living Solym. How Muft. To Sence and Reason man his Life does owe And when Sleep dams them up they cease to flow The soul deserts the body when it dyes What does it less in sleep it useless lyes Death 's its retreat and sleep is its disguise Sleep equals Kings and Shepheards Rich and Poor Nor can the pow'r of Death it self do more And where 's their difference Both give one stroke only one strikes more deep Sleep's a short Death Death an Eternal sleep If then whilst you are sleeping he receives The blow he does not dye whilst Solyman lives Solym. And will our Prophet this Revenge maintain And the Immortal Name take off all stain Muft. So just a cause he does and must defend Solym. Then dear Religion thou' rt a Lovers Friend Kind Priest my judgment does with thine conspire 'T is easie to believe what we desire But if his Death 's a sin the Crime be yours When our Guides stray the Errour is not ours Send him the Mourning Robe He dies to Night Exit Morat Enter Asteria Ibrahim fare well and may thy soul take flight To Paradice There be as blest above As thou wer 't here in Isabella's Love Aster Oh Cruelty who 's he that in one breath Can talk of Paradice and Ibrahim's Death Mor. I do not like her presence Aside Aster Royal Sir Forgive me if my fears have made me err Perhaps I have not rightly understood For you were always just and God like good Is it your pleasure Ibrahim should dye Solym. My Injuries give him his Death not I. Aster Can you speak Death agen a Crime so great Twice in one day one hour one voyce repeat The sound of so much horror and such rage Had singly been enough to brand an Age. Oh say that you deceiv'd me and to try My Courage told me Ibrahim should dye I would my reason and my sence distrust Rather than think that you can be unjust Solym. False to thy blood thus to oppose my will Whence comes that heat that does these tears distill Which fall when I a Criminals doom decree Aster Your Passion is that Criminal not he Oh Sultan call your glories to your aide Summon those Vertues which the World obey'd Stains in your brightness will too monstrous shew You were not rais'd so high to fall so low Solym. Heavens Have I Crimes a Daughter dares impeach Obey that will you are too bold to teach Aster Save Ibrahim and be as far obey'd As the Sun sees and Natures limits spread Repeal his Doom speak but that one dear word And be by all obey'd by all ador'd Solym. Can you that mercy for his Life implore Whom his Ingratitude bids you abhor Aster O calm the rage of your Tempestuous will And be a good and gracious Father still Solym. Stand from my Arm fond Girl expect no more T' obtain his life than you can life restore But hence know my displeasure and retire Aster If you are Angry raise your anger higher For if my dearest Ibrahim must not live Load me with all the sufferings you can give Let me your Frowns your Hate your Curses have All helps are kind that bring me near my Grave Solym. Hence with thy Pitty from my Anger flyâ— This wandring fire shall out for he shall dye Aster Since I with Tears and Prayers in vain implore Hear me but once and I will speak no more If He must dye when the dire wound is given And Ibrahim shuts out Life to take in Heav'n When the enamour'd Saints with greedy Arms embrace The brightest Guest in all the shining space To follow him I 'le leave lifes joys below And dying to my Rival Stars I 'le go Your poor Asteria in his Fate must joyn For know that man that wounds his heart breaks mine Must Ibrahim dye then Oh that dire word comes heavy from my tongue My breath grows short and I have talk'd too long Oh Sultan do not vanish from my sight Where are you stay why have you made it Night Swounds away Solym. Fond Girl thou hast my pitty But Remove her and her stragling sence recall This object cannot stop my Rivals fall Attendants carry her off Before Love rais'd this Torrent in my Blood Close to my heart firm as a Rock he stood But by some mighty Deluge over-borne Mountains unloose and Rocks from Rocks are torne Thro'their strong Veins the stronger flood pours in And the vast Fractures never close agen Is going Enter Roxolana Roxol. Stay Sultan stay If Perjury you think Is a mean crime at which the Gods can wink Be bold false King and sin in open day To the wide world your harden'd soul display Th' unmanly dread of th' other world out-wear And brave that Vengeance which you scorn to fear To make you yet more Barbarously great At once my Ruin and your Pride compleat Since on the Christian you my Crown bestow I come to give the head that wore it too Solym. Since the fair Christian then has been so kind To tell you what my pleasure has design'd Her word 's your Fate I Love her not so ill To make her Voyce less than an Oracle Roxol. Your falsehood is not whisper'd at that rate That I need learn your Crimes from her I hate But has your Rage so impiously decreed Yet why this wonder furious Lord proceed The prospect of my fall so open lyes That I 'm too well prepar'd for a surprize Solym. Do not so highly and so ill resent The loss of that which was not given but lent And when I take that which I lent before I but my glories to their sourse restore Roxol. Can you plead reason for your Guilts defence And thus Usurp the name of Innocence No Sultan speak like what you are and call Your self a Tyrant Monster Savage all The blackest names from injur'd Tongues can fall Since you prove false 't would be more just t' express Your Perjury in the most hateful dress Then I could bear
my Persecutor turn'd Nor the fair Injur'd Roxolana mourn'd We had lived â—afe from Tortures and despair Not wrong'd by th'Great nor envy'd by the Fair. Solym. Are you so faithful then to Ibrahim That you would rob the World in Love to him To wish those eyes obscure yet if they were Had those eyes been those twins of light less fair Then Crowns and Empires might my peace have bought And a wide World had fill'd my bounded thought Isabel. Oh hold this too unkind discourse give o're My Ibrahim's dear but my bright Honour more Think how you do not only injure him Conspire against your once Lov'd Ibrahim But whilst I 'm forc'd to hear the frightful name Of Impious Love you wound my tender Fame Solym. If of your Honour you so tender prove Express it by your scorn of Ibrahim's Love You only wrong your Fame in loving him Unworthy as he is but end that Crime Isabel. Oh Heav'n what do I hear Solym. He is a Thief A Traytor for a mean and base reliefe Against my dang'rous Love he stole you hence Isabel. If that's a Crime 'T was mine not his offence Your black designs had made me dread your sight So much I used not only Prayers t' invite But my Commands to make him aid my flight Solym. Fair Torturer of my soul since you could be So kind to him and so severe to me Expiate that sin of which you are the cause His head is forfeit by the Turkish Laws Now if you love him reconcile our strife Your heart 's the only Ransom of his Life 'T is true I 'm led by passion to disclaim My Vertue wrong my Friendship stain my Fame I see the Precipice but cannot stay Love runs me down and drives my soul away My Passion for that Beauty is so high This I resolve this I must do or dye Isabel. In vain you threaten me with Ibrahims Death Think not my long inviolable Faith Poorly at last will be o'recome by Fear No Sir there 's no such weak Dominion here Tho you can aim Your fury at his Heart To persecute Me in the tenderest part Tho Ibrahims Life I prize above my own Think as much worth lodg'd in that Breast alone As Man-kind e're possest or Heav'n e're gave Yet even his Life I wou'd not basely save Solym. Gods must I find A Heart so fixt and Vertue so sublime Has my bold Love such craggy way to climbe Isabel. Hope not t' assault me there rather than he Should live to see me perjur'd I would see Him bleed see him in purple horror dy'd See the dear Lord of all my hopes destroy'd Nor think this Doom in cruelty design'd No His just Love wou'd rather call it kind Solym. Oh my distraction Isabel. But whilst I stay To prove my Vertue I my Vertue wrong And my chaste ear has guilty been too long Here Jailour to my Prison take me hence to Moâ— Now you may act a welcome violence Solym. Stay Madam Isabel. I can hear no more in vain Solym. Oh Madam stay one minute and t' obtain That favour Ibrahim shall live and live To see me wretched till he sees you give My mortal wound as but too soon you will For so much scorn can do no less than kill When those fair Eyes shall like a winter-Sun Give only light not life whose influence gone All things below decay'd and wither'd turn And drooping Nature does his distance mourn When thus my blasted greatness shall decay And by your frowns my life shall droop away My pains my griefs my horrors shall be such As shall so near my generous Vizier touch Till my sad state his soften'd pitty move And pitty grant what is deny'd by Love Till his compassion does my life defend And quit a Mistress to preserve a Friend Isabel. Do not his Constancy so much mistake Yet if for you he could my Love forsake That heart which justly as his falsehoods due I took from him I could not give to you Though you such Irreligous thoughts admit Your Honour and your Nuptial Vows forget I cannot Solym. Is Religion then my Foe And does my Marry'd state my hopes o'rethrow That shall not cloud the glories of your life You shall be mine a Christian and a Wife Isabel. Defend me Heav'n what 's this Solym. You shall in state be to a Temple led I 'le take the Crown from Roxolana's Head Thus you shall meet my Love Isabel. 'T was too much crime alone T' oppose my Vows wou'd you deface your own Break your long Faith to Roxolana given And by your rage thus doubly injure Heav'n Solym. I injure Heav'n no you mistake me now I am pious not profane in what I doe What greater homage can to heav'n be paid Then with Imperial Crowns t' adorn the Head Of the Divinest Creature it e're made Isabel. Oh! let me go this place of horror flye Send me t' a dungeon to a Grave to dye Rather then stay to heighten your impiety Solym. Retire then since my presence is a sin But Cruel Fair when we shall meet agen Assume a mercy that befits that brow Isabel. If I must find you as I leave you now Meet me no more nor time nor force employ Against that Faith no pow'r can e'r destroy And for those Tales of Death you seem to fear Attend my frowns there 's no such danger near Despair in guilty Loves ne're soares so high None but just Lovers love enough to dye Exit Guarded Solym. Was ever scorn so high or King so low Mor. To Constancy you all this rudeness owe. But if you e're expect to be belov'd The causes of this scorn must be remov'd Ibrahim must dye and though 't will seem severe To take that life which once you held so dear Yet since his Life has th'hopes of yours debarr'd His Destiny can be your only Guard This is the way will take Her Lover dead And the Crown taken from your Empress head Though some few tears may fall at Ibrahim's death Marriage and Crowns will tempt her Christian Faith This only course your desperate Love secures Solym. And this dark course I 'le take Mor. Do and She 's yours Solym. For Love o'recomes and I must kill or dye Let it be done e're I think how or why Haste Let the news of Ibrahim's Death be brought Exit Morat And whilst he 's dying I 'le divert the thought With a forc'd Lethargy I 'le damp my soul Friendship may else return and my resolves controul O Love what is thy power Morat return He must not dye Morat Re enters He must not dye I have by Alla sworne That he shall never bleed whilst Solyman lives Mor. Is it the voyce of Majesty Reprieves An Enemy a destroyer of your peace Can humble penitence great Spirits seize Solym. No I would have him still destroy'd but if I must be Perjur'd when I take his Life I must protect his Life though against mine Though Love can yield to any lesser sin
Life Pow'r and Crowns Ibrah. I could for you the worst of Fates sustain Death were my Pride and if 't had any pain 'T would be to part so long to meet so late again Isabel. Kings are unlike their sacred pattern Heav'n If their offenders cannot be forgiven Let him go on his utmost rage fulfil And though he cannot frown but he must kill Confirm this constancy and Fate contemn Suffer more boldly than He can condemn And as I doubt not since the fault was mine But th' Author in th' Offenders doom shall joyn As your long Loves reward expect to see The Scene of Martyrdom fill'd up by me As in our Loves in Death together bound With greater pomp and state wee 'l meet the wound Then Victims that were led to Altars crown'd Ibrah. But see the mighty Solyman draws nigh Enter Solyman Ulama Morat and Guards See there the trembling Worlds Idolatry And such a Prince whose merit is so high That he who steals from Heav'n to make a gift Of homage there may justifie the theft Solym. Do you not tremble when you see me here Ibrah. No Sultan I have reverence but no fear Solym. And does not shame your guilty Conscience touch Ibrah. Though Solyman in Thunder should approach Still the same charming Majesty he wears But if so great and sacred he appears To those that meet his Frowns and tread on Graves How Godâ—like is He when he Smiles and Saves Solym. Ibrahim What Guardian Angel have you here My Furies vanish when such charms appear What Lady 's that Ibrah. One for whose sake I can Meet Death and stand the Frowns of Solyman Solym. Thy Love is bold But in her cause I can't admire thy Pride What unknown Nation did that Beauty hide Ibrah. Sir to my torment she ' has been hid too long Too fierce her Jaylor and her Jayl too strong Till Fate at last clos'd up her Dragons Eyes And then by force brought the Illustrious Prize Heav'n this fair Mourner sent t' attend my Grave To see your bleeâ—ing Victim in her Slave Solym. No Ibrahim you could not dye before For Solyman your Lifes protection swore And now you must not suffer if you cou'd Such Beauty can appease my injur'd blood Though you 've wrong'd Friendship Friendship must forgive Who cannot dye for her can less deserve to live Beauteous unknown to Isabel. If thy fair hand the Sacred Contract Seal'd Which must not be by any Pow'r Repeal'd That Present from a Monarchs Hand accept gives Ibrahim to her Which has for thee by Destiny been kept I should unjustly in a Subject chide That Constancy which is a Monarchs Pride Ibrah. By your surprizing goodness overcome Thus let his Duty speak whom wonder has struck dumb Kneels Solym. Rise Ibrahim is Justice in a King So strange and so astonishing a thing Isabel. Is this the Dungeon These the Chains false fear That could suspect such Cruelty raign'd there Sure you mistook the Judge or I the Doom to Ibrah. Who find such vertue out of Christendom Solym. Justice and Nature here shall end their strife Rich in those Charms enjoy a happy Life Ibrah. So vast a gift by so much mercy given If Monarchs in their actions coppy Heav'n Your glory in that List must be the chief Never was coppy yet so near the Life Solym. Tho Fate for this commanding Beauty's sake Will not permit you should my blood partake I will not be by Destiny out-done I in a Friend will still possess a Son Ibrah. What means my King Solym. All kindness to that Name What ever envy'd Monarch does lay claim To this fair Race His glory I 'le partake This Lady my Adopted Daughter make With all the Rites and Pomp due to my blood With all the Regal Ornaments endow'd That ever did or can attend my Race You shall in Her a Sultaness embrace Isabel. Forgive me sleeping Father when I must Thy Honours steal and â—ob thy Sacred Dust To pay new homage here Great Solyman Such matchless Vertues in your Bosom raign As without sin Religion can controul And swell th' Ambition of a Christians soul. Let me thus low the mighty Title meet And fall before a Royal Fathers feet Kneels Solym. Rise and accept Not on my Bounty but your merits score A Fathers Love Raises her 〈◊〉 Pray Heav'n I 've given no more I have approach'd her killing excellence Too nigh and feel in my transported sence Something that says I 'm by my Eyes undone And yet the Lawless wandring lights gaze on Aside Isabel. Those numerous Tâ—ophies you 've in Battle wone Gain you less Fame than this one act has done Your Valour there but Nations overthrew Here Solyman does Solyman subdue Solym. Aâ— fâ—â—st I thought â—gaz'd without a sin Friendshâ—p and Honour kept the Traytor in Now 't is resistâ—ess whilst â—â—ch pains she takes To praise my Conquests she a gâ—eater makes Aside Isabel. How faintly Famâ— does Solyman present In those weak name Great and Magnificent Those Attributes the Christ an World does give And those from Fear and Envy you receive If who but hear your goodness give no less What must she pay whom it vouchsafes to bless Solym. What must you pay O that strange word might I prescribe the way How those fair Eyes their Gratitude should pay I Miser-like shou'd for such payment sue As would t' enrich my self the World undoe But Shame and Friendship interpose between My wand'ring wishes and that splendid Scene Aside Fair Creature Isabel. Generous Sir Solym. No more Think I 've oblig'd you less or if I had done What might deserve applause yet pay me none For since her Eyes have done too much before Why should her Wit advance the Conquerour Since I have the Mortal stroke already found 'T is torturing of me to enlarge the wound Aside Isabel. Then what I must not my whole Sex shall pay For the strange wonders of our Nuptial day Lovers shall in their Temples sing your praise And add their Mirtle Chaplets to your Bayes Solym. Fair excellence no more Here Ibrahim haste Gives her to Ibrahim Begone and hold that Beautious Treasure fast Be gone whilst I have power to bid you goe Ibrah. We have receiv'd his Royal Grace too slow His Daughters struggling wrongs resume their pow'rs To Isabel. Let us retire whilst the blest minute 's ours Solym. Quick flye with your rich prize lest you delay Till that storm rise will drown you if you stay Ex. Ibrahim and Isab. And is she given into a Rivals hand Seiz'd and possess'd and all by my command He from my bleeding heart tears that fair prey And in that Rape forces my life away Ex. Attendants to Ibrahim and Isabella Stay Prince to you and to Morat I dare The nearest secrets of my Soul declare I 'm grown so alter'd and deform'd a thing In Solyman you 'l scarce find out your King An impious and devouring flame has raiz'd All in me that was good all that was great defac'd That like the
my loss and love you less weeps Solym. How tiresome does unwelcome kindness prove Is there a Blessing or a Plague like Love Roxol. Oh Treacherous eyes what has your weakness done Can an Effiminate soft Tear run down From her fond Eyes that lives to loose a Crown A deposed Queen and have so little gall Did Cleopatra weep before her fall No at her Breast her dearest Vipers hung Whose pointed Tongues her angry bosom stung Swell'd with their Poyson and her blood all fir'd In nobler rage her Roman pride expir'd Her great despair such glorious â—ury felt As burst that heart which was too proud to melt Solym. Hence from my sight Take your vain Threats away Know my fixt Resolution and obey Roxol. Threaten'd to silence and commanded hence Ye Gods must I be taught Obedience Whose Empire did so lately spread so wide At once my Sexes Envy and their Pride Thou despicable King how poor and low Are the mean gifts which from thy bounty flow Glory a fairy Treasure pow'r a Toy An Airy Scene of Visionary Joy Since empty greatness has this fading state Why have I dreamt so long or wak'd so late Solym. What though you 've rul'd an Age The Sun and Stars Tho' they have shin'd so many thousand years Can plead no right to an Immortal state I made you as Heav'n did the World Create In your each part pow'r and perfection raign'd Each look Dominion had each word Command But as th' Eternal Will ordains a Day When this bright Frame its Debt to Fate must pay So when this Universe in Dust shall lye The Gods will be no more unjust than I. Roxol. In that great day Heav'n its Revenge will take The World must burn for wicked Man kind's sake And Nature dye for what her Race has done The Gods will at that Day put out their Sun Because't has shined too long on such as You. Then Perjury will meet it's last just due Solym. This growing storm no longer I 'le endure Her Violent Rage must have a Violent Cure Roxol. But since the faithful Roxolana must Be Sacrific'd to please a Tyrants Lust May my quick Fall like some fierce Earth-quake come When th' opening ground is some tall Pyramids Tomb. Whose Ravenous Jawes once gorg'd and clos'd again No reliques of the ruin'd pile remain To keep its memory alive Since my loud fall must bring eternal shame Oh that you could but kill my very Name And give my memory and me one Grave Then with what scorn should I my wrongs out-brave But when to my Immortal shame they 'l say I lost an Ages Tryumph in a Day There there 's my Torture In all the mortal stroaks great Hearts sustain Honour 's the only part that bleeds with pain Solym. Take her away I 'le hear no more to Morat Roxol. Bold Slave to Morat Solym. Begon I will no longer hear her Rave Roxol. Villain forbear to Morat Draws a Dagger How wretched base art thou by thy Command Forc'd like thy Slave Seiz'd by thy Vassals hand I 've so much Pride for that which I have been No common hands shall touch the Worlds once Sacred Queen Stand off officious Traytor Come not nigh Approach me but with one bold look and dye Enter Ulama Ulam Hold Irreligious Slave to Morat Touch her no more than you wou'd forfeit Heav'n To what wilde rage is Impious passion driven And Madam stay your hand give not that blow For him too glorious and for you too low Roxol. I thank you for the favour you have done Gives Ulama the Dagger which he takes on his Knees You 've Reason but my Griefs have left me none Ulam Sultan I am unwilling to believe 'T is in Fates pow'r to make such Beauty grieve But take her take her and be blind no more To Her your heart â—'your self your Wits restore Be Great Proud Glorious Blest Live Love and Reign In Happiness above the State of Man Consider but how much of Heav'n dwells there And call your self our Prophets Son and Heir Solym. How Ulama Ulam I am your Vertues Friend And with my Blood that Vertue wou'd defend Hither I come by Friendship 's Sacred tye To rowze you from your mortal Lethargy Your sleeping Reason wake and Re-enthrone What Nature made most worthy of a Crown Repair her Injuries and your lost Fame Such influence lodges in that Heav'nly Frame Her Smiles can deifie and her Wrongs can damne Solym. Persian the World had never yet so bold A Man as durst my pleasure have controul'd Had I as many Subjects as I led To win thy Persian Crown that durst have said Half this their Lives for th' Insolence had paid Ulam If all should dye that do abhor your Sin The Massacre would make your Empire thin Tho only I dare tell you How much the best of Wives best of Queens you wrong All Man-kind has my Sence though not my Tongue When I your fury from that Saint divert I but a suffering Kingdoms cause assert Be just to her that Heav'n may be appeas'd And the afflicted groaning World be eas'd Solym. Rash desperate Sir though you 〈◊〉 so high My Charity 's too great to let you dye But Captive do not tempt your Fate that hour You make a forfeit of your head once more Your petulant Frenzy with your Chains I 'le 〈◊〉 And shrink you to that shade from whence you came Roxol. Hold generous Persian you presume too high If in my Cause first ask my leave to dye Forbear t' encrease the violence of his Hate Least you 're involv'd in Roxolana's Fate Tho 't would become the greatness of a Queen T' have Crowds in Death to fill her Funeral Scene Sultan no guiltless soul with mine shall flye I 'le quit my state and singly glorious dye Ulam Do not oppose me in so just a Cause When he breaks Nature Heav'n and Honours Laws In wronging you let his fierce rage proceed Let Justice suffer Truth 's Defender bleed Tame me with Chains to Solym. A Prison is too weak Send me â—'a Grave And if that pow'r o're Souls as Lives you have Send me Where that loud Guilt by which her greatness fell Is writ in Sulphur on Records of Hell And when the blackest of their Hellish train Shall tell the story of her Tragick Scene Attended by a fierce and fiery throng I 'le bring the Furies and all Hell along To tell thee thou hast done a 〈◊〉 so damn'd That thou hast made th' infernal Fâ—ends asham'd Solym. Bold man thy blood but 't is too base to shed Thy baseness from my arm protects thy head But to deserve thy ruin from my hand I give thee leave my Rebels to command Or once again thy rallyed Persians lead If thou hast Honour meet me in their head When all thy glorys do thy brow adorn And on the Wings of Fame I see thee born Be worthy my Anger then till then my Scorn Ulam I 'le meet thee land thy power Undaunted stand Though