_Nour._ I burn, I more than burn; I am all fire. See how my mouth and nostrils flame expire! I'll not come near myself-- Now I'm a burning lake, it rolls and flows; I'll rush, and pour it all upon my foes. Pull, pull that reverend piece of timber near: Throw't on--'tis dry--'twill burn-- Ha, ha! how my old husband crackles there! Keep him down, keep him down; turn him about: I know him,--he'll but whiz, and strait go out. Fan me, you winds: What, not one breath of air? I'll burn them all, and yet have flames to spare. Quench me: Pour on whole rivers. 'Tis in vain: Morat stands there to drive them back again: With those huge billows in his hands, he blows New fire into my head: My brain-pan glows. See! see! there's Aureng-Zebe too takes his part; But he blows all his fire into my heart[4]. _Aur._ Alas, what fury's this? _Nour._ That's he, that's he! [_Staring upon him, and catching at him._ I know the dear man's voice: And this my rival, this the cursed she. They kiss; into each other's arms they run: Close, close, close! must I see, and must have none? Thou art not hers: Give me that eager kiss. Ungrateful! have I lost Morat for this? Will you?--before my face?--poor helpless I See all, and have my hell before I die! [_Sinks down._ _Emp._ With thy last breath thou hast thy crimes confest: Farewell; and take, what thou ne'er gav'st me, rest. But you, my son, receive it better here: [_Giving him_ INDAMORA'S _hand._ The just rewards of love and honour wear. Receive the mistress, you so long have served; Receive the crown, your loyalty preserved. Take you the reins, while I from cares remove, And sleep within the chariot which I drove. [_Exeunt._ Footnotes: 1. --_Magne regnator deum, Tam lentus audis scelera? tam lentus vides? Ecquando saeva fulmen emittes manu, Si nunc serenum est? --Me velox cremet, Transactus ignis. Sum nocens, merui mori, Placui novercae._--Hippolitus apud Senecam. See Langbaine, on this play. 2. In Dryden's time it was believed, that some Indian tribes devoured the bodies of their parents; affirming, they could shew no greater mark of respect, than to incorporate their remains with their own substance. 3. Langbaine traces this speech also to Seneca's Hippolitus. _--Thesei vultus amo; Illos priores quos tulit quondam puer, Cum prima puras barba signaret genas._ 4. I wish the duty of an editor had permitted me to omit this extravagant and ludicrous rhapsody. EPILOGUE