Asp. _with part of the attendants_.
SCENE VI.
[IRENE _walks at a distance from her attendants._]
_After a pause_.
Against the head, which innocence secures,
Insidious malice aims her darts in vain,
Turn'd backwards by the pow'rful breath of heav'n.
Perhaps, e'en now the lovers, unpursu'd,
Bound o'er the sparkling waves. Go, happy bark,
Thy sacred freight shall still the raging main.
To guide thy passage shall th' aerial spirits
Fill all the starry lamps with double blaze;
Th' applauding sky shall pour forth all its beams,
To grace the triumph of victorious virtue;
While I, not yet familiar to my crimes,
Recoil from thought, and shudder at myself.
How am I chang'd! How lately did Irene
Fly from the busy pleasures of her sex,
Well pleas'd to search the treasures of remembrance,
And live her guiltless moments o'er anew!
Come, let us seek new pleasures in the palace,
[_To her attendants, going off_.
Till soft fatigue invite us to repose.
SCENE VII.
[_Enter_ MUSTAPHA, _meeting and stopping her_.]
MUSTAPHA.
Fair falsehood, stay.
IRENE.
What dream of sudden power
Has taught my slave the language of command?
Henceforth, be wise, nor hope a second pardon.
MUSTAPHA.
Who calls for pardon from a wretch condemn'd?
IRENE.
Thy look, thy speech, thy action, all is wildness--
Who charges guilt, on me?
MUSTAPHA.
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