Whose parting soul is labouring at the lips. Just ready for the march. Emp. Then I'm at ease. Bend. The night is yours; the glittering host of Shines but for you; but most the star of love, And make the gods curse immortality, But haste, and make them yours. Emp. I will; and yet A kind of weight hangs heavy at my heart; And not a mounting substance made of fire. These presages of misfortune may remind the reader of the ominous feelings of the Duke of Guise, in the scene preceding his murder. The superstitious belief, that dejection of spirits, without cause, announces an impending violent death, is simply but well expressed in an old ballad called the "Warning to all Murderers :" And after this most bad pretence, The gentleman each day Still felt his heart to throb and faint, And sad he was alway. His sleep was full of dreadful dreams, In bed where he did lie; His heart was heavy in the day, VOL. VII. 2 B Bend. Mere fancies all. Your soul has been before-hand with your body, Emp. It may be so; it looks so like the dream That overtook me, at my waking hour, This morn; and dreams, they say, are then divine, When all the balmy vapours are exhaled, And some o'erpowering god continues sleep. Whom, in the rage of empire, I had murdered: Which presages death. Emp. Thou too wert there; [Aside. And oft as he did sit at meat, His nose most suddenly Would spring and gush out crimson blood, And straight it would be dry. There is great art in rendering the interpretation of this ominous dream so ingeniously doubtful. The latter circumstance, where the Emperor recognises his murderer as a personage in his vision, seems to be borrowed from the story of one of the caliphs, who, before his death, dreamed, that a sable hand and arm shook over his head a handful of red earth, and denounced, that such was the colour of the earth on which he should die. When taken ill on an expedition, he desired to know the colour of the earth on which his tent was pitched. A negro slave presented him with a specimen; and in the black's outstretched arm, bared, from respect, to the elbow, as well as in the colour of the earth, the caJiph acknowledged the apparition he had seen in his sleep, and prepared for immediate death. And thou, methought, didst push me from below, With thy full force, to Paradise. Bend. Yet better. Emp. Ha! what's that grizly fellow, that attends thee? Bend. Why ask you, sir? Emp. For he was in my dream, And helped to heave me up. Bend. With prayers and wishes; For I dare swear him honest. Emp. That may be ; But yet he looks damnation. Bend. You forget The face would please you better. Do you love, And can you thus forbear? Emp. I'll head my people, Then think of dalliance when the danger's o'er. Bend. You debase yourself, To think of mixing with the ignoble herd; What, shall the people know their god-like prince Dismiss your guards, to be employed elsewhere In those alarms you seek. Emp. Go, join the crowd; [To the Guards. [Exeunt Guards. Benducar, thou shalt lead them in my place. The God of Love once more has shot his fires A brisk Arabian girl came tripping by; Bend. That Paradise thou never shalt possess. Orc. Command my sword and life. And shall reward thy faith. This master-key Be all propitious influences barred, And none but murderous planets mount the guard. [Exit with ORCHAN. SCENE II-A Night-Scene of the Mufti's Garden. Enter the Mufti alone, in a Slave's Habit, like that of ANTONIO. Muf. This it is to have a sound head-piece; by this I have got to be chief of my religion; that is, honestly speaking, to teach others what I neither know nor believe myself. For what's Mahomet to me, but that I get by him? Now for my policy of this night I have mewed up my suspected spouse in her chamber;-no more embassies to that lusty young stallion of a gardener. Next, my habit of a slave; I have made myself as like him as I can, all but his youth and vigour; which when I had, I passed my time as well as any of my holy predecessors. Now, walking under the windows of my seraglio, if Johayma look out, she will certainly take me for Antonio, and call to me; and by that I shall know what concupiscence is working in her, She cannot come down to commit iniquity, there's my safety; but if she peep, if she put her nose abroad, there's demonstration of her pious will; and I'll not make the first precedent for a churchman to forgive injuries. Enter MORAYMA, running to him with a Casket in her hand, and embracing him. Mor. Now I can embrace you with a good conscience; here are the pearls and jewels, here's my father. Muf. I am indeed thy father; but how the devil didst thou know me in this disguise? and what pearls and jewels dost thou mean? Mor. [Going back.] What have I done, and what will now become of me! Muf. Art thou mad, Morayma? |