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I must attend the council, and use all
My eloquence with my obdurate father.
I'll foon return, nor hold you in fufpence.

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Mustapha on a Throne--- Achmet on his right hand--on his left an empty feat for Hali---Ten others feated in order.

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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
That curs'd race Be affur'd tortures fhall not
Hafte, order the wretches in.

Be wanting.

Egmond, Ricardo, and Morris brought in.
MUSTAPHA.

Now, Chriftians, will you renounce your faith and
Call on Mahomet--and truft our mercy?

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
Each joint-but cannot touch the steady mind!
For me, bought up in principles, that teach
Me to hope each fect, if they endeavour to
Fulfil the duty they were taught, will all
Be fav'd-and think not that man damn'd who
Differs from myfelf.-Yet would I not change
My faith-for life; for liberty; for crowns!
MUSTAPHA.

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
I have heard my fifter is no more)-O ipare

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!
O, 'tis the fi ft-laft-constant wish of life!
By heav'n I'd leap from yonder rock that's cap'd
With clouds; one of the pillars of the great
Alcides e'er live in bonds-nor ftruggle
To get free!

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

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Father's crimes. I'll do mankind this justice
E'er I die I'll rid Afric of one plague.

[Stabs Achmet.

Hafan, what haft thou done?-Secure the villain..

MUSTAPHA.

HASAN.

How my foul fhudders at a father's crimes

No,

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