‘Are there yet more Morats, more fighting kings?’
Nor are choice examples of bathos wanting. Aurengzebe finely says:
‘I need not haste the end of life to meet,
The precipice is just beneath my feet.’
Nourmahal replies:
‘Think not my sense of virtue is so small,
I’ll rather leap down first and break your fall.’
The first act opens with a striking couplet:
‘The night seems doubled with the fear she brings,
And o’er the citadel now spreads her wings.’
To which immediately succeeds:
‘The morning, as mistaken, turns about,
And all her early fires again go out.’