Ber. 'Tis well; and now, my Zara, ere the dawn of another day we must be far beyond the city gates. Selim shall guide us, and once free, together we will seek another and a happier home. Courage, my child, and haste thee. I will prepare all for our flight. Remember, when the turret bell strikes seven, we meet again. [_Embraces_ Zara, _and exit_. Zara. Farewell! I will not fail thee. Love, joy, and hope may fade, but duty still remains. Oh, Ernest, couldst thou but see thy own true Zara now! Wouldst thou could aid me! [_Enter_ Ernest _disguised_.] Ah, who comes? A stranger. Speak! thine errand! Ernest [_kneeling, presents a scroll_]. An English knight without the gates did bid me seek thee with this scroll. May it please thee, read. Zara [_opens and reads_]. Lady,--Thou mayst trust the messenger. He will lead thee in safety to one who waits for thee. Delay not; danger is around thee. Thine, Ernest. Ah, here! so near me! Hope springs anew within my heart. Yes, I will go. Homeless, friendless no more! Happy Zara! joy now awaits thee. Yet stay!--my promise to Bernardo! I cannot leave him thus in danger, and alone. What shall I do? Oh, Ernest, where art thou now? Ernest [_throwing off disguise, and kneeling before her_]. Here, dearest Zara! here at thy feet, to offer thee a true heart's fond devotion. To thee I owe life, liberty, and happiness. Ah, let me thus repay the debt of gratitude. Thy love shalt be my bright reward; my heart thy refuge from all danger now. Wilt thou not trust me? Zara. Ernest, thou knowest my heart is thine, and that to thee I trust with joy my life and happiness. No vow stands now between us. I am thine. Ernest. Then let us hence. All is prepared; thy father shall be saved. This night shall see us on our way to liberty; and in a fairer land we may forget the danger, sorrow, and captivity that have been ours. Come, dearest, let me lead thee. Zara. I come; and, Ernest, 'mid the joy and bright hopes of the future, let us not forget the sorrow and the sacrifice that hath won for us this happiness; and mayst thou ne'er regret the hour that gave to thee the love of the Moorish maiden, Zara. CURTAIN. THE GREEK SLAVE. CHARACTERS. Constantine . . . . . _Prince betrothed to Irene._ Queen Zelneth . . . . . _His Mother._ Irene . . . . . . . _The Greek Princess._ Ione . . . . . . . _The Greek Slave._ Helon . . . . . . . _A Priest._ Rienzi . . . . . . . _A Traitor._ THE GREEK SLAVE. SCENE FIRST. [_Apartment in the palace of_ Irene. Irene, _reclining upon a divan._]