I must attend the council, and use all [Exeunt End of At the Fourth. АСТ Mustapha on a Throne--- Achmet on his right hand--on his left an empty feat for Hali---Ten others feated in order. Two diff'rent meffengers Have fought him, Sir, in vain. To you, MUSTAPHA. Being next in place his presence would be useful, when I am gone. Bring those villains in. I fear, I fhall not live to execute my vengeance! If I fhou'd not, Achmet, thou haft the chief Command in Tangier---stretch thy invention; Let those Christian dogs fuffer fuch tortures As they may feel a pang at ev'ry pore. ACHMET. ACHMET. Muftapha, my hate's as great as your's to Be wanting. Egmond, Ricardo, and Morris brought in. Now, Chriftians, will you renounce your faith and Or muft we sentence you to those torturing Engines, that are prepar'd for crimes like your's: Speak, nor daily with your fate. EGMOND. Dread Sir, we Throw ourselves beneath your feet, own our crime, And beg for mercy! MUSTAPHA. Renounce your Prophet, Or you to the torture go! MORRIS. Torture may Tear this flesh-ftrain ev'ry nerve-dislocate MUSTAPHA. Well thou talk'ftWe'll fee how thou can't fuffer. I faint-Achmet queftion that other flave. ACHMET. What art thou dumb-Wilt thou renounce thy faith? RICARDO. Would I was dumb, and dead-Leonifa! What is become of thee! ACHMET. Stretch them on the Rack-there let them linger 'till the morning. Enter Hafan. Oh! ftop your cruel, barb'rous hands, and hear Me plead the cause of innocence and truth. ACHMET. Innocence-Hafan, you know not what you fay. HASAN. As well as Achmet.-They have done no more Than you, or I, had we been flaves, had done! Like them we should have fought for liberty. Achmet this thirft of blood becomes not men! MUSTAPHA. Who's there,-Hafan, my fon? HASAN. O my father! If you would not have your name extinct (for Thefe Thefe Chriftians lives or by yon bleffed heav'n, Your only child fhall perish in your fight! MUSTAPHA. What means my fon-What! would you break our laws? HASAN. Th' unerring law of nature they've purfu'd! MUSTAPHA. Rafh boy, would'ft thou interrupt Thy dying father's will? Drag them to the rack! HASAN. Revoke this fentence, or this moment is My laft! ACHMET. Slaves obey your Dey, nor mind this frantic Boy. HASAN. Ha! art thou the devil that feeds my Father's crimes. I'll do mankind this justice [Stabs Achmet. Hafan, what haft thou done?-Secure the villain.. MUSTAPHA. HASAN. How my foul fhudders at a father's crimes No, |