Dia. Sir, 'tis Morat; dying he seems, or dead;
And Indamora's hand—
Aur. Supports his head.[Sighing.
Thou shalt not break yet, heart, nor shall she know
My inward torments by my outward show:
To let her see my weakness were too base;
Dissembled quiet sit upon my face:
My sorrow to my eyes no passage find,
But let it inward sink, and drown my mind.
Falsehood shall want its triumph: I begin
To stagger, but I'll prop myself within.
The specious tower no ruin shall disclose,
Till down at once the mighty fabric goes,
Mor. In sign that I die yours, reward my love,[To Ind.
And seal my passport to the blessed above.[Kissing her hand.
Ind. Oh stay; or take me with you when you go;
There's nothing now worth living for below.
Mor. I leave you not; for my expanded mind
Grows up to heaven, while it to you is joined:
Not quitting, but enlarged! A blazing fire,
Fed from the brand.[Dies.
Mel. Ah me! he's gone! I die![Swoons.
Ind. Oh, dismal day!
Fate, thou hast ravished my last hope away! [She turns, and sees Aureng-Zebe standing by her, and starts.
O heaven! my Aureng-Zebe—What strange surprise!
Or does my willing mind delude my eyes,
And shows the figure always present there?
Or liv'st thou? am I blessed, and see thee here?
Aur. My brother's body see conveyed with care, [Turning from her, to her Attendants.
Where we may royal sepulture prepare.
With speed to Melesinda bring relief:
Recal her spirits, and moderate her grief— [Half turning to Ind.
I go, to take for ever from your view,
Both the loved object, and the hated too. [Going away after the bodies, which are carried off.
Ind. Hear me! yet think not that I beg your stay; [Laying hold of him.
I will be heard, and, after, take your way.
Go; but your late repentance shall be vain: [He struggles still: she lets him go.
I'll never, never see your face again.[Turning away.
Aur. Madam, I know whatever you can say:
You might be pleased not to command my stay.
All things are yet disordered in the fort;
I must crave leave your audience may be short.