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Alha Arms Arpasia art thou Axalla Battle Beauties bid thee Blood brave Breast Captive chearful Christian Conquest Coward curse dar'st Death Dervise disdains Dishonour dost thou e'er Emperor Empire Enter Bajazet Enter Tamerlane Eunuch ev'n Exeunt Eyes fair Faith Fame fantastick Fate Father fierce fond forget Fortune Friend Friendship gentle giv'n give Guards had'st had'st thou Haly hate Heart Heav'n Holy Honour hope injur'd Justice King Lord lov'd Love Mankind Mercy mighty Monefes Moneses noble o'er Omar once Pain Parthian Peace Pity pleas'd Pow'r Pride Prince Prince of Tanais Prophet Rage Remembrance Revenge Royal Ruin sacred SCENE Selima Slave Soldiers Sorrows Soul Spight Stratocles Sultan swear Sword TAMER LANE Tanais Tarn Tartar tell thou art thou hast thou wert thro Tis false Trumpets Tyrant vile Villain Virgin Soul Virtue wait weep wond'rous World wretched Ye Saints Zama
Page 33 - Power: *Tis true, I wav'd the Proffer, and have held it The worthier Choice, to wait upon his Virtues, , To be the Friend and Partner of his Wars, • Than to be...
Page 46 - Bat know, (though to the weakness of my sex I yield these tears) my soul is more than man. Think, I am born a Greek, nor doubt my virtue; A Greek ! from whose famed ancestors of old Rome drew the patterns of her boasted heroes.
Page 21 - I had us'd thee, as thou art to me — a dog, The object of my scorn and mortal hatred : I would have taught thy neck to know my weight, And mounted from that footstool to my saddle : Then, when, thy daily servile task was done, I would have...
Page 11 - It damps the springs of life. Oh ! bid me die, Much rather bid me die, if it be true That thou hast sworn to hate me.
Page 19 - Can a king want a cause, when empire bids Go on ? What is he born for, but ambition ? It is his hunger, 'tis his call of nature, The noble appetite which will be satisfy'd, And, like the food of gods, makes him immortal.
Page 24 - Nor shouldst thou wonder that my sword has fail'd Before the fortune of victorious Tamerlane, When thou, with nations like the sanded shore, With half the warring world upon thy side, Couldst not stand up against his dreadful battle, That crush'd thee with its shock.
Page 58 - Confusion ! dost thou brave me ? But my wrath Shall find a passage to thy swelling heart, And rack thee worse than all the pains of death. That Grecian dog, the minion of thy wishes, Shall be dragg'd forth, and butcher'd in thy sight : Thou shalt behold him, when his pangs are terrible. Till thou shalt rend thy hair, tear out thy eyes, And curse thy pride ; while I applaud my vengeance.
Page 19 - And dare thee to the use on't. This vile speeching, This after-game of words, is what most irks me ; Spare that, and for the rest 'tis equal all Be it as it may. Tarn. Well was it for the world, When on their borders...