Would flash conviction on thee, and each look,
Shot from these eyes, be arm'd with serpent horrors,
To turn thee into stone!—Relentless man!
Who did the bloody deeds—O, tremble, guilt,
Where'er thou art!—Look on me; tell me, tyrant,
Who slew my blameless son?
Bar. What envious tongue
Hath dar'd to taint my name with slander?
Thy Selim lives; nay, more, he soon shall reign,
If thou consent to bless me.