MAHOMET.
Call them—but let them not prolong their tale,
Nor press, too much, upon a lover's patience.
[Exit Mustapha.
SCENE VII.
Mahomet, Solus.
Whome'er the hope, still blasted, still renew'd,
Of happiness lures on from toil to toil,
Remember Mahomet, and cease thy labour.
Behold him here, in love, in war, successful;
Behold him, wretched in his double triumph!
His fav'rite faithless, and his mistress base.
Ambition only gave her to my arms,
By reason not convinc'd, nor won by love.
Ambition was her crime; but meaner folly
Dooms me to loathe, at once, and dote on falsehood,
And idolize th' apostate I contemn.
If thou art more than the gay dream of fancy,
More than a pleasing sound, without a meaning,
O happiness! sure thou art all Aspasia's.
SCENE VIII.
MAHOMET, MUSTAPHA, HASAN, CARAZA.
MAHOMET.
Caraza, speak—have ye remark'd the bassa?
CARAZA.
Close, as we might unseen, we watch'd his steps:
His hair disorder'd, and his gait unequal,
Betray'd the wild emotions of his mind.
Sudden he stops, and inward turns his eyes,
Absorb'd in thought; then, starting from his trance,
Constrains a sullen smile, and shoots away.
With him Abdalla we beheld—
MUSTAPHA.
Abdalla!
MAHOMET.
He wears, of late, resentment on his brow,
Deny'd the government of Servia's province.