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Hamet, Oh! heaven! my mother! Summon | That joy is mine. Copy your father's actions, ey'ry aid
You need no more: mankind will bless thee for it. To call her back to life.
Remember all his precepts: bis example Mir. In th' arms of death
Will guide thy steps, and marsbal thee to glory, Ey'n now she struggles.
I die resign'd; and yet, and yet 'tis hard, Zaph. Fatal rashness. Say,
When freedom dawns, and after all my sufferiogs, Is Zamti, too, destroy'd ?
It's hard, my child, your mother now should leave Mir. Life ebbs apace.
thee. , Releas'd from anguish, with wbat strength re- | Zanti! where is he? main’d,
Zamti. (Revives.) Bend me, bend me forward. He reach'd the couch where lost Mandane now lies; Man. Alas! that sight-Oh! Zamti-HametThere threw his mangled limbs, there clinging to her,
Zamti. She's gone, for ever, ever gone. ManHe pours his sad lamentings in a strain
(Sinks down by her.) Might call each pitying angel from the sky
Thus do I see thee? cold, alas! death-cold." To sympathize with buman woe. .
Cold is that breast, where virtne from above (The back scene opens.) Fix'd her delighted mansion; and those lips Zaph. And see,
That atter'd heav'nly truth, pale, pale! dead, dead! See on that mournfal bier be clasps her still; Pray ye entomb me with her. Still bangs opon each faded feature; still
Zaph. Take, ye pow'rs, To her deaf ear complains in bitter anguish, Your throne, your crown; take all your conquests (Zamti and Mandane brought forward on a
Zaphimri never can surviveZamti. Yet livé, Mandane; thou may'st still be Zamti. I charge thee, live. happy;
A base desertion of the public weal Thou hast not merited an end like this.
Will ill become a king. Alas! my son, Man. The hand of death ev'n now is heavy on me. By that dear tender name, if once again Zaph. Are these our triumphs ? these our pro- Zamti may call thee, this is now the last, " mis'd joys?
The only interview we e'er shall have. Zamti. The music of that voice recalls my soul. 1. Zaph. And will ye, then, inexorable gods, (Rises, and runs to embrace Zaphimri; his Will ye, then, tear him from my aching beart?
strength fails, and he falls at his feet.) Zamti. The moral duties of the private man My prince ! my king !
Are grafted in thy soul : bat, oh! remember, Zaph. Support him; bear him up.
The mean immutable of happiness; Man. Where is my child, my Hamet ? lives he or in the vale of life, or on a throne, still?
Is virtue : each bad action of a king Hamet. He lives; but, oh! to see my mother Extends beyond his life, and oft renews thus
Its tyranny o'er ages yet unboru. Man. Oh ! let me fold thee. (Rises.) Ha! it is To error mild, severe to guilt, protect too much :
The helpless innocent: be truth thy passion; I thank you, heaven; these are a mother's joys; Sparn the base flatterer, and learn to feel And these you give to cheer me in my passage. . The best delight of serving humankind. Soft, lay me, lay me down.
Hamet. He dies, he dies! the agony is on him. Hamet. Her eyes are fix'd;
Zamti. Life barass'd out, parsued with barb'rous A death-like paleness spreads o'er ev'ry feature.
art Zaph. (Raises Zamti.) How fares it, Zamti, Through ev'ry trembling joint, now fails at once. now?
Zaphimri-oh! farewell, I shall not seo Zamti. Oh! blest event!
The glories of thy reigo. My son, my Hamet. I could not hope such tidings; thee, my king, Thou good young man, farewell. Mandane, yes, And Hamet, too; I thought you both destroy'd. My soul with pleasure wings her flight, that thos, My slow remains of life cannot endure
Faithful in death, I leave these cold remains These strong vicissitudes of grief and joy.
Near thy dear honour'd clay.
(Dies.) And there, ibere lies Mandane, lead me to her. Zaph. And art thou dead, Mandane, look apon me; once again
Thou best of men ? then must Zaphimri pine Let me behold the day-light of thy eyes.
In ever-during grief, since thou art lost; Man. Alas! those eyes no more most gaze upon Since that firm patriot, whose parental care thee;
Should raise, should guide, should animate by That dear delight is fled; thee, too, my son,
Hamet. My liege, forbear;
Are great, thou pious youth; yes, I will live It drowns me in my tears.
To soften ihy afilictions; to assuage Zamti. I pray ye, lead me,
A nation's grief when such a pair expires. Conduct me to her, nearer still, that both
Come to my heart; in thee another Zamti Alas! I faint ;-support me.
(Faints.) Shall bless the realm. Now let me hence to hail Hamet. Once again
My people with the sound of peace; that done, Mandane speak, and let me hear thy voice.
To these a grateful monument shall rise, Man. Hamet, thy band; forgive, forgive my With all sepulchral honour; frequent there rashness.
We'll offer incense; there each weeping muse Could I survive your father? No; with him Shall grave the tributary verse; with tears The scene was clos'd; bot-is the tyrant dead? Embalm their memories; and teach mankind, Hamet. His debt is paid.
| Howe'er oppression stalk the groaning earth, Man. Alas! I follow bim,
Yet beav'n, in its own hour, can bring relief; I follow thither, where eternal justice
Can blast the tyrant in his guilty pride, Exalts the just, and bumbles the oppressor. And prove the orphan's guardian to the last. And thee, my son, I leave thee here in freedom. I