O'erwhelm me. First my husband, now my son—
Both dead—both slaughter'd by the bloody hand
Of Barbarossa! What infernal power
Unchain'd thee from thy native depth of hell,
To stalk the earth with thy destructive train,
Murder and lust! To wake domestic peace,
And every heart-felt joy!
Enter Othman, l.
O, faithful Othman!
Our fears were true; my Selim is no more!