Mal. Ad. A brother's. Sal. No Saladin owns no kindred with a villain. Mal. Ad. Oh, patience, heaven! Had any tongue but thine Uttered that word, it ne'er should speak another. Sal. And why not now? Can this heart be more pierced By Malek Adhel's sword than by his deeds? Oh, thou hast made a desert of this bosom ! For open candor, planted sly disguise; For confidence, suspicion; and the glow Of generous friendship, tenderness, and love, For ever banished. Whither can I turn, When he by blood, by gratitude, by faith, By every tie bound to support, forsakes me? Who, who can stand, when Malek Adhel falls? Henceforth I turn me from the sweets of love, The smiles of friendship-and this glorious world, In which all find some heart to rest upon, Shall be to Saladin a cheerless voidHis brother has betrayed him! Mal. Ad. Thou art softened; I am thy brother then; but late thou saidst― Thou hast betrayed me in my fondest hopes. Thinkest thou I'm softened? By Mohammed, these hands Should crush these aching eyeballs, ere a tear Fall from them at thy fate!-Oh monster, monster! Is excellent to thee, for in his form The impulse of his nature may be read,— Mal. Ad. Go on, go on; "Tis but a little while to hear thee, Saladin, And, bursting at thy feet, this heart will provo Its penitence at least. Sal. That were an end Too noble for a traitor; the bowstring is A more appropriate finish-thou shalt die! Mal. Ad. And death were welcome at another's mandate! If that in all thy armies can be found Sal. Oh, doubt it not! They're eager for the office. Perfidy, So black as thine, effaces from their minds Mal. Ad. Defer not then their wishes. Saladin, This voice seemed grateful to thine ear, accede Sal. This very hour! (Aside.) For oh! the more I look upon that face, The monarch softens, and the judge is lost Such vile ingratitude, it calls for vengeance, And vengeance it shall have! What ho! who waits there? (Enter Attendant.) Atten. Did your highness call? Sal. Assemble quickly My forces in the court!-tell them they come To view the death of yonder bosom-traitor: Silent obedience from his followers. (Exit Attendant.) The word is given-I have nothing more Without thy love, thy honor, thy esteem, The last request which e'er was his to utter, Sal. Speak then; but ask thyself if thou hast reason Mal. Ad. I have not! power, Yet will I ask for it. We part for ever; Oh, torturing recollection! one kind word From the loved tongue which once breathed naught but kindness. Still silent? Brother!-friend-beloved companion Of all my youthful sports are they forgotten? Strike me with deafness, make me blind, Oh heaven! Smile at my agonies-nor hear that voice Pronounce my doom, which would not say one word, Sal. (Seizing his hand.) Brother! brother!- Death has not now A single pang in store. Proceed! I'm ready. Sal. Oh, art thou ready to forgive, my brother,— To pardon him who found one single error, One little failing 'mid a splendid throng Of glorious qualities— Mal. Ad. Oh stay thee, Saladin ! Cries loudly for the blood of Malek Adhel Thy soldiers too, demand that he who lost Pleased by my fate to add one other leaf Sal. Thou shalt not. (Enter Attendant.) Atten. My lord, the troops assembled by your order Tumultuous throng the courts-the prince's death Not one of them but vows he will not suffer The mutes have fled the very guards rebel— Can e'er be found a hand to do the office. Mal. Ad. Oh, faithful friends! (To Atten.) Thine shalt. Atten. Mine ?-Never!— The other first shall lop it from the body. Sal. They teach the emperor his duty well. Tell them he thanks them for it-tell them, too, That ere their opposition reached our ears, Saladin had forgiven Malek Adhel. Atten. Oh joyful news! I haste to gladden many a gallant heart, Sal. These men, the meanest in society, Call back one danger which thou hast not shared, Which thy resistless kindness hath not soothed, When death seemed certain, only uttered-" Brother!" Which sentenced thee to perish. Oh, 'tis shameful! Mal. Ad. By these tears I can— Oh, brother! from this very hour, a new, My heart, my soul, my sword, are thine for ever. SELECTION XXX. ISIDORE-ORDONIO.- -Coleridge. (A dark cavern. Isidore alone; an extinguished torch in his hand.) Isidore. Faith, 'twas a moving message-very moving! "His life in danger,-no place safe but this. "Twas now his turn to talk of gratitude." And yet but no! there can't be such a villain. Thanks to that little crevice, Which lets the moonlight in! I'll go and sit by it, Or hear a cow or two breathe loud in their sleep; A hellish pit! the very same I dreamed of! I was just in-and those damned fingers of ice (He goes out in an ecstacy Which clutched my hair up !-ha! what's that? it moved. (Isidore stands staring at another recess in the cavern; in the meantime Ordonio enters with a torch and halloos to Isidore.) Isid. I swear that I saw something moving there! The moonshine came and went like a flash of lightningI swear I saw it move. Ordonio. (Goes into the recess, then returns, and with great scorn.) A jutting clay-stone Drops on the long lank weed that grows beneath : |