Am. What sight? but 'tis no matter; There's nothing left for me to hope or fear. Vis. A mourning troop of Christians from their camp In solemn pomp's arriv'd; who, bath'd in tears, (What en'my could refrain?) attend a chariot, That bears Hellena bleeding, pale and dead. Am. False Mahomet! Off. Our royal master's dead! [Swoons. Vis. No! he revives; Alas! he's not so happy! Am. I saw Amasie. Vis. Here the traitor stands, By Scanderbeg committed to your mercy. Am. Damn'd apostate, I've heard enough and have no time to lose.- Where is my son? Vis. Fled towards Adrianople. Am. He doth well: [Exit Amasie. Death has o'ertook me here. Lord of so many When the Hungarian king had broke his faith; But I have done Could'st thou repent, there's nothing In thy power worth my acceptance now, I brought to this curs'd siege, this grave of my renown, Bid him remember how his father fell; Bid him ne'er sheath the sword, Till my diminish'd fame shine forth and blaze anew In his revenge. Revenge me! Oh! Revenge. [Dies. Vis. Eclips'd and in a storm our sun is set: And now methinks, as when our prophet fled, Terror should seize on each believing heart. Let some inform the king-This was his fate; 'Tis ours to be left without a guide. Disperse, wander, away; our shepherd's lost. [Exeunt. Enter SCANDERBEG, ARANTHES, ALTHEA, PauLINUS and Guards. Scan. That you are free and happy I rejoice. Pau. O royal Sir ! Your happiness is ours; this virtuous princess 2d Off. To say each subject loves you as himself, Is less than truth: we love you as we ought; As a free people should a patriot king. Scan. This is to reign; this is to be a king. Who can controul his power, who rules the will Of those o'er whom he reigns; or count his wealth, Who has the hearts of subjects that abound. Was ever prince so absolute as I? Pau. Or ever subjects so entirely free? Whose duty 's interest, and obedience choice. Scan. For this alone was government ordain'd; And kings are gods on earth but while, like gods, They do no ill, but reign to bless mankind. May proud, relentless Amurath's misfortunes Teach future monarchs to avoid his crimes. Th' impious prince, who does all laws disown, Yet claims from Heav'n a right to hold his throne, Blasphemes that pow'r, which righteous kings obey; For justice and mercy bound ev'n th' Almighty's sway. [Exeunt Omnes. FINIS. ン 320 EPILOGUE. Spoken by Mrs. Clive. THE serious bus'ness of the night being over, What! serve his country, and get nothing by't! Why, ay, says Bays, George Castriot was the man; "Tis a known truth- -Believe him those who can. Not but we've patriots too, tho' I am told There's a vast diff'rence 'twixt the new and old: No stubborn principles their worth debase; No weather-cock more swiftly veers about. Since courtiers and anticourtiers both have shown Would you preserve your freedom? guard his throne, But soft, methinks, I hear some fops complain No hints obscene, improv'd by their broad stare, END OF VOL. I. T. C. Hansard, Printer, Peterboro' Court, Fleet Street, London. |