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
if Omnipotence so chang'd could be Fair Celia wonder not to see Thy Vassal as disguis'd and as transform'd as he Aster Oh! now I find the mystery 't is plain This entertainment came from 〈◊〉 No King were thy intended Victim here In vain you 'd court her sence and treat her ear She who possesses Ibrahim's heart Her thoughts no room for such mean charms can yield Her Breast is with more noble Raptures fill'd Enter Solyman and Morat My Father here This sight drives all my blasted hopes away Can his wild passion brook no longer stay Absconds her self amongst Isabella's Women Solym. Th'ascent is dang'rous and no common care Nor hasty steps can make approaches there I must with wide and distant Courtship move Before I â—ally out and call it Love Approaches and finds Asteria Asteria Torture of my Soul what 's here Aside Where is the Christian Princess Oh my fear Aside Aster Your Pardon Royal Sir Solym. My Love 's disclos'd And all my Guilt and Infamy expos'd Aside Where is she Aster Pardon an act of Piety and Love When I to guard your Honour durst remove A threaten'd Rival Solym. Ravish'd from my pow'r And my own Daughter a Conspirator Aside Effeminate Vertue hence flye from my sight Aster Can Solyman in Cruelty delight No be as just as I. Solym. Cease thy fond grief Be gone and to thy absence owe thy Life Aster Then I retire Not for the fear of Death That I can bear but not your angry breath Ex. Aster Solym. This fatal story must take Aire from you To Mor. How came my Love discover'd Traytor how If 't was thy Tongue that durst the secret tell Thou hadst better had thy soul as deep in Hell As I 'm beneath the Stars than speak that word Mor. I tell the Secrets of my Sacred Lord By all that 's good to Heaven I 'm not so true Not half so constant to my pray'rs as you Solym. How got she hence where is she Mor. To me it no less Riddle did appear To find her gone than see Asteria here If my eyes fail'd me not some minutes since I saw this very Lady part from hence And led by Ibrahim Solym. Then she has made escape By the assistance of Asteria's shape Fly seize'em both and bring 'em Prisoners here Do it as thou lov'st happiness find her Or loose thy Life and Me. Enter Roxolana and Mirva My Guards are thine Shew me that Face agen or ne're see mine Roxol. You were discoursing Royal Sir go on I will be silent till my Lord has done For Monarchs sure should speak such Sacred things That all shou'd listen to the Voyce of Kings Solym. Am I with shame on every side beset This Face I till this hour with pleasure met Aside Roxol. I durst not Sir have ventur'd to appear Within this place were the fair Christian here But in her absence I am bolder grown The meanest Star looks out when the Sun 's gone Solym. Is it your Wit or Anger makes you thus Severe against our Christian Guest and us Roxol. Sultan it is my Ruin brings me here The Evening of my glorious Day draws near From all my long blest hours and shining light I take the prospect of Eternal Night Solym. Whence Roxolana should this fear proceed And by what Fate is this black Change decreed Roxol. How Sultan Can you Kill me and not know The cruel hand that gives the fatal blow Th' effect is but too sure too plain the cause When his kind smiles my alter'd Lord with-draws Solym. Why to your self will you such pains contract And fear those injuries I scorn to act If from my Smiles your greatness takes its Fate I will Smile on since that supports your State Roxol. Nay then I feel my certain Destiny Are empty Smiles all you have left for me Sultan that 's not your Love but Charity And of your Charity must I the object grow Can Roxolana have a fall so low Christian thou hast perform'd a Tyrants part To make this change in my dear Sultan's heart Solym. Well Empress Since such pow'rful Tears I find To mourning Roxolana I 'le be kind Roxol. O my faint hopes Solym. Dissembling in a King Would be too abject and too base a thing And therefore I this favour will impart I 'le give you the true Picture of my Heart I Love that Princess Roxol. O my Death Solym. And to that height that nothing can remove My resolution to pursue my Love I 'le prosecute all the long-practis'd Arts That Majesty e're found to conquer Hearts Roxol. Nay now you are more Cruel than before Was 't not enough I did your Loss deplore But t'heighten my despair must your own breath To make my fall more lowd proclaim my Death 'T had been enough t' have met a silent Doom Must the black Cloud have Thunder in its Womb Solym. Why is your Fall and Death by Solyman wrought By Heav'n I 've no such mallice in my thought My thoughts flow purer No black stream runs here Love fills my breast and makes the Current clear And Love that 's the impetuous Tide of Souls No Majesty no Sacred name controules But from its pow'r its Innocence does hold As th' Acts of Heav'n are good because they 're uncontroul'd Roxol. There was a Time but oh That Roxolana lives to speak that word When my still Lov'd and my once loving Lord Vow'd an Eternity of Faith to Me And call'd on Heav'n to witness that Decree But now unkindly does that Heav'n invoke To see his Vows and Sacred Promise broke The Days the Seasons and the Years go on And Nature her unalter'd course does run But why 's not the United World unhing'd When that bright Vertue which should rule 't is chang'd Since Honour can be Violated there Why does not Nature your Confusion share Is Solymans World more constant than its Lord Solym. 'T is true I gave you my imperial word To Love you and have done it to the height Beauty was never treated in more State A Nuptiall Tye and sharer in a Throne To all my Predecessors was unknown Roxol. Yes Sir you rais'd me to a Crown forsook The rude delights your wilde Fore-fathers took When from the feeble Charms of multitude And change your heart with one pure flame endu'd Was all entire to Roxolana giv'n As Converts quit Idolatry for Heav'n To that I ow'd my Happiness but know 'T is to that too I do my Ruine owe. Solym. Death how she tortures me Is this Diversion for a Lover in my pain aside No news of Isabella here again Roxol. Had Solyman lov'd like other Turkish Kings And I been one of those â—ame suffering things Who as your Slaves your scatter'd favours caught I in the crowd had had no higher thought But from that hour I was the Sultan's Wife My Soul grew with the glories of my Life My infinite Knowledge makes my pains excess Remembrance is the Plague of Greatness in distress Solym. When to those eyes
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
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
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