ENG-ZEBE _turns back, and speaks entering._

_Aur._ The lives of all, who cease from combat, spare;
My brother's be your most peculiar care:
Our impious use no longer shall obtain;
Brothers no more by brothers shall be slain.--
[_Seeing_ INDAMORA _and_ MORAT.
Ha! do I dream? Is this my hoped success?
I grow a statue, stiff and motionless.
Look, Dianet; for I dare not trust these eyes;
They dance in mists, and dazzle with surprise.

_Dia._ Sir, 'tis Morat; dying he seems, or dead;
And Indamora's hand--

_Aur._ Supports his head. [_Sighing._
Thou shalt not break yet, heart, nor shall she know
My inward torments by my outward show:
To let her see my weakness were too base;
Dissembled quiet sit upon my face:
My sorrow to my eyes no passage find,
But let it inward sink, and drown my mind.
Falsehood shall want its triumph: I begin
To stagger, but I'll prop myself within.
The specious tower no ruin shall disclose,
Till down at once the mighty fabric goes,

_Mor._ In sign that I die yours, reward my love, [_To_ IND.
And seal my passport to the blessed above. [_Kissing her hand._

_Ind._ Oh stay; or take me with you when you go;
There's nothing now worth living for below.

_Mor._ I leave you not; for my expanded mind
Grows up to heaven, while it to you is joined:
Not quitting, but enlarged! A blazing fire,
Fed from the brand. [_Dies._

_Mel._ Ah me! he's gone! I die! [_Swoons._

_Ind._ Oh, dismal day!
Fate, thou hast ravished my last hope away!
[_She turns, and sees_ AURENG-ZEBE _standing
by her, and starts._
O heaven! my Aureng-Zebe--What strange surprise!
Or does my willing mind delude my eyes,
And shows the figure always present there?
Or liv'st thou? am I blessed, and see thee here?

_Aur._ My brother's body see conveyed with care,
[_Turning from her, to her Attendants._
Where we may royal sepulture prepare.
With speed to Melesinda bring relief:
Recal her spirits, and moderate her grief-- [_Half turning to_ IND.
I go, to take for ever from your view,
Both the loved object, and the hated too.
[_Going away after the bodies, which are
carried off._

_Ind._ Hear me! yet think not that I beg your stay;