Zap. Never, O, never!—Sooner would I roam
An unknown exile through the torrid climes
Of Afric—sooner dwell with wolves and tigers,
Than mount with thee my murder'd Selim's throne!
Bar. Rash queen, forbear; think on thy captive state,
Remember, that within these palace walls
I am omnipotent. Yield thee, then;
Avert the gath'ring horrors that surround thee,
And dread my pow'r incens'd.
Zap. Dares thy licentious tongue pollute mine ear