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rth, nor durst another call me so. _Aur._ I have redeemed her; and, as mine, she's free. _Arim._ You may have right to give her liberty; But with your father, sir, that right dispute; For his commands to me were absolute, If she disclosed his love, to use the right Of war, and to secure her from your sight. _Aur._ I'll rescue her, or die. [_Draws._ And you, my friends, though few, are yet too brave, To see your general's mistress made a slave. [_All draw._ _Ind._ Hold, my dear love! if so much power there lies, As once you owned, in Indamora's eyes, Lose not the honour you have early won, But stand the blameless pattern of a son. My love your claim inviolate secures; 'Tis writ in fate, I can be only yours. My sufferings for you make your heart my due; Be worthy me, as I am worthy you. _Aur._ I've thought, and blessed be you who gave me time; [_Putting up his Sword._ My virtue was surprised into a crime. Strong virtue, like strong nature, struggles still; Exerts itself, and then throws off the ill. I to a son's and lover's praise aspire, And must fulfil the parts which both require. How dear the cure of jealousy has cost! With too much care and tenderness you're lost. So the fond youth from hell redeemed his prize, Till, looking back, she vanished from his eyes! [_Exeunt severally._ ACT II. SCENE I. _Betwixt the Acts, a warlike Tune is played, shooting of Guns and shouts of Soldiers are heard, as in an Assault._ AURENG-ZEBE, ARIMANT, ASAPH CHAN, FAZEL CHAN, _and_ SOLYMAN. _Aur._ What man could do, was by Morat performed; The fortress thrice himself in person stormed. Your valour bravely did the assault sustain, And filled the moats and ditches with the slain; 'Till, mad with rage, into the breach he fired, Slew friends and foes, and in the smoke retired. _Arim._ To us you give what praises are not due; Morat was thrice repulsed, but thrice by you. High, over all, was your great conduct shown; You sought our safety, but forgot your own. _Asaph._ Their standard, planted on the battlement, Despair and death among the soldiers sent; You the bold Omrah tumbled from the wall, And shouts of victory pursued his fall. _Fazel._ To you alone we owe this prosperous day; Our wives and children rescued from the prey: Know your own interest, sir; where'er you lead, We jointly vow to own no other head.
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