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as all the debts of duty paid: Our prophet sends him to my present aid. Such virtue to distrust were base and low: I'm not ungrateful--or I was not so! Inquire no farther, stop his coming on: I will not, cannot, dare not, see my son. _Arim._ 'Tis now too late his entrance to prevent, Nor must I to your ruin give consent; At once your people's heart, and son's, you lose, And give him all, when you just things refuse. _Emp._ Thou lov'st me, sure; thy faith has oft been tried, In ten pitched fields not shrinking from my side, Yet giv'st me no advice to bring me ease. _Arim._ Can you be cured, and tell not your disease? I asked you, sir. _Emp._ Thou shouldst have asked again: There hangs a secret shame on guilty men. Thou shouldst have pulled the secret from my breast, Torn out the bearded steel, to give me rest; At least, thou should'st have guessed-- Yet thou art honest, thou couldst ne'er have guessed. Hast thou been never base? did love ne'er bend Thy frailer virtue, to betray thy friend? Flatter me, make thy court, and say, It did; Kings in a crowd would have their vices hid. We would be kept in count'nance, saved from shame, And owned by others who commit the same. Nay, now I have confessed. Thou seest me naked, and without disguise: I look on Aureng-Zebe with rival's eyes. He has abroad my enemies o'ercome, And I have sought to ruin him at home. _Arim._ This free confession shows you long did strive; And virtue, though opprest, is still alive. But what success did your injustice find? _Emp._ What it deserved, and not what I designed. Unmoved she stood, and deaf to all my prayers, As seas and winds to sinking mariners. But seas grow calm, and winds are reconciled: Her tyrant beauty never grows more mild; Prayers, promises, and threats, were all in vain. _Arim._ Then cure yourself, by generous disdain. _Emp._ Virtue, disdain, despair, I oft have tried, And, foiled, have with new arms my foe defied. This made me with so little joy to hear The victory, when I the victor fear. _Arim._ Something you swiftly must resolve to do, Lest Aureng-Zebe your secret love should know. Morat without does for your ruin wait; And would you lose the buckler of your state? A jealous empress lies within your arms, Too haughty to endure neglected charms. Your son is duteous, but, as man, he's frail, And just revenge o'er virtue may prevail. _Emp._ Go then to Indamora; say, from me, Two lives depend upo
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