To injure helpless woman, by my soul, upon Bulca. Busy fools! begone! Ye do seem Christian, and it shocks my sight Oct. Love and Religion mingled! Brighter flames And thou wouldst smother them!-Thou'rt a true father! To twenty thousand Moors now brace thy sinews, hold Till I had offered thee a sacrifice [They struggle Octavian overthrows Bulcazın, and Zoray. Oh, heaven! My father, my dear father!-Save him! Re-enter VIROLET and KILMALLOCK, L. Viro. Zorayda! her father! [To Octavian.] Step thy hand! 'Twere better thou didst plunge thy weapon here, On him thou hast o'erthrown. By heaven! it is Oct. Thy word can charm me: Thou art Floranthe's brother; and, I swear, Who tears the bands of love asunder, And strews his children's path with thorns! [Gives the cimetar to Virolet, and retires up with Flo ranthe, L. Viro. (c.) [To Bulcazin.] Sir, this which I restore into your hand, I fear me, in my absence, has been raised (Receive it now) against a daughter's life. He, for whose sake you would bereave her of it, Kilm. Spoke, Count, like a noble gentleman. Oh! let a Christian alone for a good action: he'll do you twenty in a breath, without preaching, when a Mussulman will shut up his Koran, to go kick his fellow-creatures about like a parcel of foot-balls. Bulca. [To Virolet.] Christian, it seems I owe my life to thee. 'Tis a vast debt that thou hast heaped upon me; Does urge me to requite thee. Trust me, Christian, Does carry feeling in it. My Zorayda! My child! come hither to me. Oh, this struggle! Well, I see 'twere vain to check it. Take her, Christian, I will as far as Ronda with thee; there We may confer more calmly. Zoray. Oh, my father! Viro. This is a gift indeed! Enter SADI and AGNES, R. Sadi. Nay, come on, Agnes. With thee under one arm, and a flagon under t'other, a fig for mountains, and let the world wag! Agnes. Mercy! here's goodly company!-The Lady Zorayda!--Oh, happy day! Sadi. And my old master, the Moor, by all the saints in Christendom! Viro. Peace, honest fellow; now thou meet'st all friends let that content you. Sadi. An' a man be not content when he meets all friends, I know not what will satisfy him; and that friends may not sunder again, here comes a whole posse of goat herds at our heels, going our road towards the foot of the mountain. Enter Male and Female GOATHERDS, and other Pastora Characters, R. and L. Oct. [Coming forward, c.] Then let us on; and when the shepherd tunes His rustic pipe along the mountain's side, We will beguile the way, as we recount Chorus. Chorus. Chorus. FINALE AND CHORUS. As we goatherds trudge along, O'er the mountains bleak and brown, Merrily we troll the song, Till we reach the distant town. With scrip and wine that sparkling smiles, The dreary journey each beguiles; Through cold and heat, through sun, through snow We sing to market as we go. As we goatherds, &c. And each a female by his side, Wedded wife or wished-for bride, Cheerily descends the dale, Whisp'ring soft a true-love tale. As we goatherds, &c. Blessed be every faithful pair! In the bosom of the fair, The pure emotions of the soul! Thus we goatherds, &c. |