Page:Miscellaneous Plays 1.pdf/457

Rh

Great sultan, thou hast conquer'd with such arms As power has given to thee, th' imperial city Of royal Constantine; but other arms, That might the friends of Constantine subdue, Heav'n has denied thee.

No, mighty prince; they who have serv'd for love, Cannot like flying pennants be transferr'd From bark to bark.

I understand you well, and you are free. Mine arms, such as they are, of heav'n are bless'd, That is enough.

That were indeed enough; but heaven oftimes Success bestows where blessing is denied. A secret spirit whispers to my heart, That in these walls your weaken'd wretched race, Slaves of their slaves, in gloomy prison'd pomp Shall shed each others blood, and make these towers A place of groans and anguish, not of bliss. And think not when the good and valiant perish By worldly power o'erwhelm'd, that heaven's high favour Shines not on them.—Oh, no! then shines it most.