Ibrahim's just hand the Traytor fell The Lovers grief wou'd be too sad to tell Let it suffice they 're kept in stricter chains And now no hope of liberty remains Roxol. Poor Innocence What Tears would thy unhappy Mother pay Were she alive to have beheld this day But thou to share her Joys doest upwards go And leavest thy sorrows to thy Friends below Wretched Asteria but more wretched I This will but raise the Sultan's rage more high Now Ibrahim's life for hers too sure must pay And then the Christian is his certain prey Then Roxolana lays her greatness down And this new Love is courted with my Crown But that 's a sight I must not live to see Enter an Attendant of Roxolana's with a bowl of Poyson Zarma the Cup. This this my Guard shall be Mirv. Oh Madam what do you design Roxol. To dye From scorn and shame to peace and Heav'n I 'le flye No perjur'd Kings no ruin no despair Come near that place pow'r is immortal there Drinks the Poyson Enter Ulama Ulam I 'le try what Vengeance joyn'd with Love can do 'T is th' only glorious path that 's left me now Since my successless Zeal in your defence to Rox. And Solyman's rage has Banisht me from hence To morrow I tow'rds Persia must return And make the Eastern World your sufferings mourn Where if I breath my sorrow in that strain As makes an Empire eccho to my pain Oh pardon what my duty does create A Tribute due to Roxolana's Fate Roxol. You are my Friend and Sir to treat you so Take my last secret with you when you go All my long frightful danger disappears I am secure from injuries and fears No wicked hand shall snatch my Diadem now My Guardian Angel hovers round my brow Ulam Oh Madam speak agen Say has your Beauty his Conversion wrought Is his new Love that Meteor-light put out And have your brighter looks restor'd the day Roxol. No my protection comes a safer way A draught of Poyson I have took I scorn To have my glories from my Temples torne And Roman-like do my own Fate command Ulam Poyson'd and by that fair but fatal hand Roxol. Yet though my death 's so sure determin'd I Have still one hour of Life before I dye Which little blast of life I 'le use so well To my false King that parting story tell Shall sting his Soul Ulam What has your fury done Through those soft Veins must th'impious Poyson run Roxol. Impious no Sacred was the word you meant An act so pious might become a Saint Honour and safety this brave work perform I like a Pilot see the rising storm And wisely take my threaten'd glorys in Ulam Must all Man kind be punisht for his sin The World 's a sufferer in your Tragick Fate When you are dead where 's that Majestick state Where 's Natures Pride their Soveraign Leader slain Dull Beauties then like petty States will reign Why to such rage was so much Beauty driven Was it the spight or over-sight of Heaven Which that bright frame of Warring Elements built Such goodness in your eyes and in your hand such guilt Roxol. How is 't a torment to you to behold My greatness unconfin'd and uncontroll'd To be new form'd in an Aetherial mould Art thou an Heir t' a Crown and hast so mean A sense of Honour weret thou born to reign And can thy narrow Soul this Councel give That Roxolana should her pow'r out-live Ulam Madam no more Roxol. When for an act so great The crowding Gods their Royal Guest shall meet And lay their brightest glorys at my feet If thou shalt dare profane my memory And basely say I did not bravely dye From my bright Constellation I 'le look down And all my Stars shall blast thee when I frown Ulam Oh cease your Anger rather then I 'le bring That Curse upon me I 'le say any thing Roxol. Have I no more applause mistaken Prince For once I 'le stoop thy Error to convince Know it has been my-Honour to command The Worlds great Lord I have both lov'd and reign'd And when I see my Vassals disobey My long kept train of Honours shrink away Know 't is the noblest refuge of the great To make their lives before their glories set Since Solyman's short favours fade so soon I 'le mount where 't is all Summer always Noon All Earthly glory does perfection want Here 't is but glass in Heaven 't is Adamant Ulam Hold Madam I 'm a Convert and must own Th'impoverish'd World so bravely you 've undone That it must mourn and yet admire you too You 've done what greatness in despair shou'd do You 'l leave your Fame immortal when you go A Saint above and Heroine below This glorious deed not all th' Angellick Quire You 'l meet can praise enough enough admire But tho your Death I can your Tryumph call I can applaud but not survive your fall Stabs himself Hide not those Eyes do not my Heav'n remove Now I with Innocence may own I Love Roxol. Because my Death 's so near Dare you thus rudely Roxolana treat No guilty Prince I 'm not so little yet I 've still the Pride to scorn a Slave so bold In my last spark of life I still my lightning hold Ulam Oh do not think that I durst ever frame One thought or wish against your Sacred Name Not one Rebellious thought durst ever rise Your Vertue was as God-like as your Eyes My secret pain I did with silence bear And my Devotion paid without a pray'r And do you think because your Death 's so nigh I fear you less No now you stand more high Your greatness points like Mountains tow'rds the sky Roxol. If with such silence you your pains receiv'd How dare you dye more guilty than you liv'd How came you now to find a Tongue Ulam Oh now My love runs pure when my last blood streams too To own a passion for that Face and live Was more than so much Vertue could forgive All this I knew and to have pow'r to speak This only way could my long silence break And now I speak I do not ask your Love Curst be th' Impiety that dares remove That sacred Bond your solemn Vows have seal'd Or ask one look your Honour cannot yield Yet as I'm dying and shall beg no more One blessing let my parting sighs implore That little step let my Ambition climb Roxol. Well Sir you have my pardon for your Crime Ulam And is my Pardon all a little higher Let your poor humble dying Slave aspire Roxol. Then Prince Ulam Oh speak Roxol. You have my pitty too Ulam Dear divine Excellence you 've rais'd me now To all the joyes e're fill'd a Lovers breast You cannot be more kind nor I more blest My life did but my happiness retard Who would not dye when Death has this reward Enter Solyman and the former Bassa Her Tyrant here Solym. My Daughter kill'd in Ibrahim's defence How
not wish too 〈◊〉 I would not gâ— to Heav'n 〈◊〉 comes there Roxol. Leave me Asteria how can I endure To hear those ills my Councel cannot cure Ex. Asteria Enter Ulama Ulam Pride of the World in Beauty Power and Love Great here below and no less great above To Solyman's Throne by Divine Justice led Which gave such merit to adorn that head Love which in Turkish Kings no limits knew But wide and spreading like their Ensigns flew By the new Miracle your Beauty wrought Its first and only constancy was taught Whilst th' Emperors wishes in a prize so raâ—e Met all the Worlds delight and center'd there Roxol. How Ulama Is Roxolana's power Disputed that it wants an Orator Ulam No Madam there where Empire 's absolute Your pow'r all should obey and none dispute But when some black Tempestuous Vapours rise And with an envious darkness shade the skies We see the Sun behind a Cloud retire Great lights may be Eclips'd though ne're expire Pardon that tongue which must offend your Ear And say There 's a storm rise in Roxolana's Sphear There is a Christian Beauty hither come That has out-done the Arms of Christendom The Turkish Crescents were Triumphant there But their great Leader is a Captive here Roxol. Go on Ulam And that which does his pains increase Is that this fair Invader of his peace Calls Ibrahim Lord by a long-kindled fire In mutual wishes their twin-souls conspire Yet not the pow'r of Friendship nor the sence Of infinite charms th' Almighty influence Of Roxolana not this glorious piece Enricht by nature at so vast a price That 't is undone a workmanship so great As Bankrupt Nature never can repeat Not all this dazling object can restrain Your wand'ring Solyman from thoughts too mean Such thoughts that He that 's blest by your fair eyes And Lord of such a Treasure should despise Rox. And are your Conquer'd fortunes sunk so far That to revenge the injuries of War Wanting the pow'r t' oppose his arms you dare Invade the Sultans breast t' assault him there When by so insolent a Treachery You would raise storms betwixt my King and Me He who dares breath Against th'unblemisht Honour of my Lord That honour which has been so long ador'd By th' World and Me not pray'rs nor off'rings shou'd From my just rage protect the bold Basphemers blood But thy rude Arrogance shall boast no more Th'indulgence of a gen'rous Conqueror My Guards there Enter Guards Seize that Traytor Guards seize Ulama Ulam A command From you I should not ev'n in Death withstand But for some minutes grant him a Reprieve Who only for your service beggs to live Rox. Serv'd by such Treachery Yes thy Canker'd heart Deserves that glory Traytor as thou art Ulam He who dares falsly stain your Sultans Fame And impiously profane that Mighty Name Deserves more Tortures than the rage of Fate Or Hell can give for he deserves your hate But if your alter'd Solyman lays by Once in a Life his bright Divinity For a frail thought must he that knows and he That tells the Miracle Truths Martyr be If such I must be let your pow'r dispence With life enough to prove my Innocence It is enough my Sentence came from you I would not willingly seem guilty too He who from your displeasure meets his Doom Needs no more weight to crush him to his Tomb. Rox. Call Solyman perjur'd and have a pretence After that word to talk of Innocence Ulam But Madam Roxol. Falsehood in Solyman were 't writ i'th'Stars I 'd not believe it Through those Characters Of Night I should Heaven's spite and malice see And call their twinkling lights as false aâ— thee Ulam Would all I 've said were false and I that black And monstrous thing your anger does mistake So much I Roxolana's bliss prefer Before Life Fame and all that men call dear That to unite her wandering Lord and her I wish by Death I could her troubles cease And be that Traytor to secure her peace Roxol. Your forfeit Head but live for should you dye By Death you would but end your Insamy Your blood by me would be too nobly spilt Live branded with my hate and your own guilt Enter Asteria Aster Madam my happy Rival is arriv'd And with such pomp by Solyman receiv'd With so much joy as if the smiles he gave Shou'd build a Monument o're a Daughters Grave Roxol. What do I hear half he has said is true Release him Guards release him What if all shou'd be so too 'T is something strange that Solyman shou'd treat His injur'd Daughters Rival in such state I faign would ask her but a sudden chill Has seiz'd my blood something me-thinks I feel Like a cold damp came from that killing breath What will the truth be then if but the fear be death Ex. all but Ulama Ulam Are scorn and hate my Services reward Death with my Love compar'd's a task less hard Men dye with hopes of bliss I Love with none Yet still I must adore where I 'm undone Though by your pow'r unworthy Solyman Vain are my hopes and endless is my pain My Pride shall be I will my Love pursue For less reward with greater Faith than you Exit The end of the Second Act. ACT the THIRD The SCENE a Room of State Enter Ibrahim and Isabella with Women-Attendants Ibrah. HIs generous Friendship that unites us now Was that which did so long divide us too For when as my long Services reward Quitting my tiresome Honours I prepar'd To beg my Freedom and returning home To meet my only Joys in Christendom One War scarce finisht still succeeded new The Sultan found fresh Kingdoms to subdue And whilst he had Foes t' oppose or Crowns to gain My Passion with my Honour strove in vain Still studying to discharge my mighty Debt I lost my Freedom by deserving it By my success to Solyman I grew Still more endear'd and more remov'd from you Isab. So much this Justice merits my Applause That had you quitted such a Monarchs Cause Ignobly though for me so great a stain Had made me share the wrongs of Solyman Enter Solyman and Morat Solym. Natolia up in Armes I wish no more to Morat Rebelliâ—n ne're was welcome till this hour This Insurrection will auspicious prove And aid me in my bold and dangerous Love My fair Adopted with that care and art To Isab. I 'm bound to treat such infinite desert That tâ—embling I approach you out of fear To loose that favour which I prize so dear When my Necessity my Tongue must force To make a short but an unkind Divorce Start not at what your pleasure my withstand 'T is only my request not my command But if fair Isabella wou'd dispence With Ibrahim's absence to revenge his Prince I 'd beg â—y Valiant Ibrahim's Sword of you The Insolent Natolians to subdue His presence their Allegiance will restore Who felt his Conquering Arm so late before And though a while
That Oath I must not no I cannot break Mor. Your Oath is strong when your resolves are weak Solym. Had I by Alla sworne to quit my Crown So bound I ought to lay my Scepter down And yield a Throne without a sigh Mor. But Sir Even Kings themselves sometimes may chance to erre And you would impute Cruelty to Heav'n If sins of Ignorance can't be forgiven Perhaps those tyes are less than what they seem Send for the Musil Sir consult with him He may repeal that Vow your rashness past And find your promise does not bind so fast Or shew at least some safe though distant means To gain your quiet and remove your pains Solym. Send for him though I fear 't is all in vain Do any thing to bring my peace again Ex. Morat Enter at another Door Ibrahim After your mean suspition with what face False Ibrahim dare you approach this place Ibrah. Sir I approach you as I ought to do As one who'has lost all hopes in loosing you Approach you with those looks he ought to bring Who hears this language from an alter'd King My happiness in this Tempest sinks and drowns I knew your smiles too well to bear your frowns Solym. How can I think you priz'd my smiles so high When you could forfeit them so wilfully Ibrah. If the protection of my Love 's a sin Then condemn'd Ibrahim has guilty been But when I Councell'd my fair Saint to flye I was your Champion not your Enemy I knew her Faith so well that when from hence I stole her 't was in Solyman's defence Since her firm Vows no force could e're destroy I rob'd you of a Torment not a Joy Solym. Was ever Arrogance so high to dare Thus insolently brave me with Despair What though my Pow'r's so weak and hope so vain That Hate and Scorn is all Iâ—must obtain Though you can think so meanly of my State It is unkind t' upbraid me with my Fate Ibrah. No Sultan call it by another Name A subjects Zeal to Guard his Soveraignes Fame More worthy and more Kingly Thoughts persue How little does this change appear in You VVhen Solyman who lately took Delight In Thoughts that soar'd above an Eagles Flight Now humbly stoops t' invade his Vassals right Solym. Is it so humble to adore that Face A favor'd Lover and have thoughts so base Since of her Pow'r you have a Sence no higher And see so little there for Kings t' Admire I will convert your infidelity Take her more glorious Character from me By Nature she 's ordeyn'd to be Obey'd All Beauteous things for Soveraignty were made Is not Love Kingly then when thus my Breast it fils Ibrah. So Thunder's heavenly but that Thunder Kills Solym. Why should you think I l'e take so rough a Course I l'e vanquish by Entreaty not by Force My Warlike Visier has in Camps been Nurst In Laurells it was I that drest you first Desert not then that Aire where you were Bred Fame so long Courted now be Kind and VVed That glorious Race so well begun perâ—ue Ibrha But Sir cannot I Conquer and Love too Solym. Can nothing but my ruin satisfie Are there not charms enow in Vâ—ctory Take all my Forces half my World be thine And in exchange let that one Prize be mine Ibrah. Oh now you ask what I can ne're resign Loves that can cease are Feavourish desires A Thirst which the Disease once cured expires My heart unchangeably her Image weares Meteors may be extinguisht but not Stars Solym. Of Roxolana I was once as fond And loves as much yet time has broke that Bond. Is Love in Me more mortal than in You No 't is your Pride denys because I stoop to sue Were you for this Ungrateful Mâ—n by me From Death and from inglorious chains set free From below Pitty above Envy â—aâ—s'd Was it not I your sullen Fate appeas'd From your rude Ore refin'd you into Gold And stampt you in my own Imperial Mould And what my nobler Nature ought to shun You force me to repeat what I have done Ibrahim Those favours Sir your Vassal blushing took Admir'd your Bounteous hand and wonder-strook With humble Veneration did adore Great Jove descending in a Royal showre Solym. And now that Veneration is her due Ibrah. To worship her I 'le never steal from you No to acknowledge what your smiles have done Send me to Nations yet t' your Arms unknown I 'le fetch you glories from the rich Peru Nature her Treasures shall unlock for you But if of rougher spoiles you would be Lord By Valiant more than shining Kings ador'd The Savage Tartar in his frozen Zone Scorcht by your light'ning shall your greatness own New Toiles new Labours for my Arm decree Try me like Hercules and I shall be If not as great as little tir'd as He. Solym. My stock of same already is so large That Victories would be a mean discharge Her heart would th' only pleasing payment make Ibrah. And can I yield my Princess to forsake Since I want power to pay that vast demand Arrest your Honours in a Bankrupts hand Make me that wretched thing I was before Resume your glories and my Chains restore And by my Death let all your Troubles cease I 've liv'd too long when I disturb your Peace Solym. And that long life 't is I can shorter make Ibrah. Oh take it Sir I wear it for your sake Though I can never yield to quit my Love Yet I can dye a Rival to remove And when to Death I go hear my last pray'r May Solymans Life Heav'n take up all your care Solym. Can Ibrahim so patiently receive His Doom and with such ease his Judge forgive Ibrah. Forgive you where 's your sin Alas your hand Takes but that Life you justly may demand Should abject Creatures in their dying hour Repine and Murmour at th' Almighty pow'r My ador'd King even my last breath should rule Not one ill thought should touch my parting soul. Solym. Hold generous Prince Know what great Love can do And hear a Resolution Strange but True I have no hopes that Beauty to o'recome But by your Death to make my Passion room Yet in such Loyalty such pow'r I find That goodness in your face and lustre in your mind That if one look one kind word more you give 'T will soften me till I shall let you live But to enable me to give the blow Ibrahim your last but fatal Duty show With haste and silence from my presence flye That absent I may'have power to bid you dye Ex. Ibrah. He 's gone and has my black command obey'd Yet not such Loyalty can save his head To what ill deeds is desperate passion led Enter Morat and Mufti Mor. The Mufti Sir your pleasure does attend Solym. Priest for thy Councel and thy Aid I send A Ravisher has rob'd me of my Peace And I want power to make my torment cease Muft. Who is that Ravisher and what that Chain
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
of her Love t' avert his Doom aside Grant Her success let Ibrahim live and may The Sultans hopes be Crown'd the gentler way Exit Aster Though life and happiness must ne're be mine Yet I 'le take care that I 'le secure 'em thine Accept that Mirva gives him a Sword Mirv. Sent from Roxolana's hand This Princess Love conspires with her command They 've both design'd your freedom to redeem Aster Which to effect we 've found this Stratagem Though of your Fate this is th' appointed Scene Yet in respect to that which you have been His Friend and Vizier you 're allow'd this Grace None but Morat has entrance to this place Mirv. The Mutes th' intended Murderers wait all Without at distance and beyond his call And but approach that minute when you fall Aster When False Morat returns to take her hence Produce this Weapon as your last defence Disarm him bind him leave him in your room Change habits with him and his form assume Lead hence your Princess and by th'help of Night Pass undiscover'd and secure you flight The Guards too not suspecting an escape Will let you pass deluded by that shape Ibrah. Alas I was before a Bankrupt made And owed too much where I 'had so little paid But now your goodness swells the Debt so high That I with shame must Live Aster Shame Dear Sir why You owe me nothing By Religious tyes When Vertue in distress and danger lyes Its rescue and defence should be the care Of all Man kind and that 's my bus'ness here Isabel. Thou art so excellently good thou best Of Rivals so much Heav'n dwells in thy Breast In Duty to perfections so Divine All my best thoughts and half my prayers are thine Enter Morat Mor. I come to tell you that your hour is past ha starts Ibrah. Keep in thy tongue or speaking speak thy last Morat How came you by that Sword Ibrah. gets between him and the Door Ibrah. No matter how Jaylor my Flight must be contriv'd by you Morat Your Flight Ibrah. 'T is a proposal may seem strange But Sir we two our habits must exchange And you must yield to stay here gag'd and bound Till by your shape we move t' a safer ground If at this price you 'l buy your Life you may Morat What do you think to frighten me to play The Traytor Ibrah. Know 't is Death to disobey Morat Submit to save my Life for one hours time To dye the next by tortures for my Crime No though your Arm is so renown'd I 'le try My chance for Life Ibrah. Then take thy choyce and dye they fight Aster Hold Villain hold how dare you lift an arm Against his Life Interposing Ibrah. Dear Madam fear no harm Mor. How dare you Save what Solyman Condemnes to Aster Ibrah. Do not dispute her goodness nor my Crimes But yield and Live Mor. Yield no at thy false heart fights agen Hold thou hast kill'd me Traytor as thou art Bears himself up reeling upon his Sword In all my hopes all my Ambition crost By a fond foolish Girl betray'd and lost Aster You are not wounded Ibrah. No! you Genius was my guard Mor. Thou Treacherous Fool take that for thy reward Kills Aster and falls Ibrah. Down to thy Hell and there in torments howl Sticking him to the ground Oh speak dear Madam ease my tortur'd soul The Gods their charge must better understand Then to ordain your Fate from such a hand Say you 're not hurt Aster No! let your trouble cease He has only sent a wretched thing to peace Isabel. She bleeds she bleeds Ibrah. Oh! this detested hour Aster Alas Sir I was dying long before Deaths cold hand strook me when I first lost you A lingering Fate the slow Consumption drew Then do not Sir this happy stroke deplore That ends a tedious Journey in an hour Isabel. A Lovers absence and a Fathers hate My three years pains were easie to this weight Horror ne're seiz'd me in this dismal shape Ibrah. Infernal Dog Aster Think think of your escape Ibrah. Is an escape a fit reward for him Who bears the weight of my accursed Crime Aster My Death is not your Crime Kind dear Sir flye Oh do not stay leave me alone to dye Ibrah. Desert you Aster I conjure you do not stay I' th path to Heav'n the Good can never stray I need no help to guide me in my way Ibrah. How can I flye Aster This unkind language cease Fly as you 'd have my Soul in Heav'n find peace Ibrah. How can I promise you Aster Oh Sir you must Will you deny me Rest when I am Dust Is saving of your Life so hard Ibrah. Is leaving you So easie basely to desert you now And guard my forfeit blood when I have been A fatal instrument in shedding thine Aster Nay then I 'm destin'd to dye wretched all I beg'd of Heaven was to divert your fall My saving Ibrahim's Life was all my pride And must that only blessing be deny'd Ibrah. Well Madam I 'le submit to any thing Aster Now with an Angels voyce I hear you speak And at that word my heart-strings gently break My well-pleas'd Ghost will find eternal rest To think that I have made my Ibrahim blest And must I dye in my dear Ibrahim's Arms Now you transport me with too mighty charms In this dear Heav'n like a blest Star I 'm plac'd But oh my Joy's too violent to last dies Ibrah. She 's gone Yes generous Saint I 'le do thee right But if I flye my Death must be my flight I 'm too much loaded with my shame and grief To leave this killing â—ight to save a life Isabel. Farewell unhappy Maid sure there must be No common joys above reserv'd for thee Thou had'st so little happiness below Heav'ns debts are certain though the payment 's slow Enter a Bassa as sent from Solyman Bassa Morat stays long What 's here Guards Guards Exit Bassa retreating at the same door he enterd Ibrah. Stay stay I am your Prisoner and your pow'r obey Alas there needs no Crowds to take me now Re-enter the Bassa with Guards Bassa Seize him Guards seize him Ibrah. It is the kindest office you can do Bassa Remove the Bodys hence And keep those Prisoners safe till my return Till from the Sultan's will their Fates I learn Exit Ibrahim and Isabel. led in by Guards part of the Guards carry off Morat and Asteria and the Bassa returns at the same door he entred at Manet Mirva Mirv. How dismally to Roxolana's ear Will this strange story sound But see she 's here Enter Roxolana Roxol. Have I success Is Isabella fled Has that dire Planet hid its threatning head I fear thy Answer will not be so kind An Ominous load hangs on my burden'd mind Mirv. Let me in silence my Allegiance pay Roxol. No Mirva speak the worst thou hast to â—ay Mirv. The fair Asteria's dead kill'd by Morat But in revenge of her unhappy Fate By
Ruin has so dear a Cause Dying for thee Fame to my praise shall tell That Ibrahim liv'd less Nobly than He fell Exit Ibrahim The End of the First Act. ACT the SECOND The SCENE the Scraglio Enter Ibrahim and Ulama Ibrah. HAs my refusal made no change at all Does she not yet her wandering sence recall Tell me she hates she does she must how can Such goodness love so barbarous a Man Ulam Your Tyranny shakes not your Empire there The lost Asteria Loves you in despair With all her art and pow'r she strives t' asswage The violence of her angry Fathers rage For your protection humbly on her knees The Eloquence of Tears and Pray'rs she tries And all for him by whose disdain she Dies Not bleeding Saints for Martyrdom design'd Are to their Executioners more kind Ibrah. Unhappy Maid and more unhappy I The Author of such killing Cruelty Who see that Innocence such pains endure And make those wounds which I must never cure Ulama But whilst so long you Solymans heart possest Why was your Love a Stranger to his breast The knowledge of a former Mrs. Claim Might have supprest Asteria's growing flame And so great pow'r as his might have prevail'd T' obtain that suit where your own interest fail'd Ibrah. Even Solyman's pow'r had been a weak defence For know she 's Daughter to a Christian Prince Who by th'inveterate hate which long before Our Warring Families for Ages bore Has with such furious rage my Love persu'd As suffering Genova has felt in blood By the ill chance of War 't was our hard doom In three set Battails to be overcome My Family destroy'd my hopes undone The Field by her Insulting Father won I strait took Ship and for new aids did flye To our Allies the States of Sicily And taken Prisoner by the Algereens I to that Voyage owed my Turkish chains Ulam Your Births being equal 't was unjustly done He did not then embrace you for his Son When th' happy tye had made your Families cease Their hate and reconcil'd a Nations peace Ibrah. 'T is true he might have been so just but know Hate thinks none equals much less makes 'em so So fierce his rage so great was his disdain I durst not tell my Love to Solyman Least my just King concern'd at my ill Fate In kindness might have prov'd my Advocate Ulam What danger could that cause Ibrah. I fear'd that He Might for my sake have been deny'd like me Too well I knew that would provoke his rage And in revenge my angry King engage But false to th' Christians cause I ne're could prove Nor take such Vengeance though for iniur'd Love Far be 't from me to shake her Fathers â—â—rone Or touch his Life whence she derives her own More I could bear and greater wrongs o'recome To be the Champion-Friend of Christendom Ulam With this just Love to Solyman I 'le go And try what Reason joyn'd with Pray'rs can do Ex. Ulama Enter Dorea Dor. Great Sir a Bassa newly come on shore In Râ—â—tans name admittance does implore By a command from him he humbly craves Your kind acceptance of some Christian Slaves Exit Dorea Ibrah. From Rustan Go admit him I 've been by long and fawning Courtship prest To reconcile him to the Sultans Breast But were his flattering hopes on Reason built Were it in Ibrahims soul to side with guilt Did he but now behold my wretched state He 'd find me there but a weak Advocate Enter Isabella introduc'd by a Bassa attended by Ladies My Isabella What bless'd Vision 's this Am I awake or do I dream of Bliss Thus let me seal assurance to my sence kisses her hand And free my lab'ring thoughts from their suspence This raâ—â—â—hing sight drives all my Clouds away From my long Night breaks out eternal Day How Madam after three long mourning years Which I have languisht out in fighs and tears Have you escap'd your angry Fathers eye To bless this place with your Divinity How have you past the Mountains Rocks and Sea Which so long parted my fair World and me Isabel. My Fate is in such mysteries involv'd The riddle is not easily resolv'd Stolne from my Court forc'd almost from the Tomb Of my dead Father Ibrah. Her Father dead Isabel. And after that become A prey to one unknown rob'd of my peace Freedom and pow'r expos'd to Winds and Seas And what more dreadful is than all those pains The hazard of my Honour in my Chains Through these rough paths I have been guided here But now I think my Sanctuary near My Ibrahims presence does dispel my fear Bassa Those actions her mistaken Innocence Has render'd such a Capital offence Kind Rustan Sir did boldly for your sake And for your preservation undertake Ibrah. For mine Isabel. For his Oh let me hear no more If all this rudeness was on Ibrahim's score And by your order I th' Abuse receive I 've heard much more than I can e're forgive Ibrah. Can you believe me guilty but in thought Of that black Crime the impious Rustan wrought Tho she 's a Treasure I esteem Divine By Sacriledge I would not make her mine Bassa The Vizier may all these excuses spare For in this Rape he Madam had no share This Plot was Rustans only who by Spies Employ'd t' observe you in your Privacies Found you a Captive were to those bright Eyes to Ibrah. By some discourse 'twixt you and Dorea made The secret of your Love was first betray'd Rustan knew too her Father was your Foe And that you 'd ne're consent to use him so And fearing so much Love Despair and Grief Might rob the World without some quick Relief Unknown to you he took this violent course T' obtain what kindness could not win by force And hopes that act may not a Crime appear Which saves your Life and cures a Kingdoms fear Isabel. But since my Fate has brought me to this place Where I once more behold my Ibrahims Face And safe in Duty and in Honour live Tell him a Crime so kind I can forgive Ibrah. But say you saw your Ibrahim in Chains Bound during Life to bear the worst of pains Rifl'd of all his Honours Pomp and Pow'rs Could you in some dark Dungeon call him Yours Isabel. Why Sir this cruel question Can distress And change of Fortune make my Passion less 'T is not true Love that ever can decrease But who dares load with Chains the Sultans Friend Can humain pow'r oppress what hee 'l defend Ibrah. Alas that friendship which once shin'd on me Is set for ever Call 't not Vanity When I must say 't was my ill Fate to prove The object of the fair Sultana's Love And Solyman o're acting Friendships part Made me an offer of a Daughters heart Which Grace refus'd too plainly I â—ore-see The dire effects of slâ—ghted Majesty Isabel. And will my Ibrahim bear all this for me Will he for me provoke the Sultans frowns And for my sake neglect
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