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Deal gently with this boy of noble race,

Nor wantonly expose him to disgrace.

Thus shalt thou earn all Chang's high admiration.

Thy harsh decree has much estranged the nation.

They tell strange tales about the Chinese Sphinx,

Men's skulls she gnaws-hot human blood she drinks.

Oh, show thyself as modest, tender, duteous,-

More homage this commands than being beauteous.

TUR.

Your mercy, Sire, beseems your hoary age;

Your words might well convert a Grecian sage,

But cannot change my purpose. I'll not bow

My neck to any man: so runs my vow.

In public this pert boy my power defeated,-

In public shall my vengeance be completed.

ALT.

Dear child, paternal love shall condescend

To humbly beg obedience. Do but bend

To my desire, and thou shalt from me learn

The whole of what this stranger may concern.

In public thou shalt triumph-name aloud

Thy foe, in face of an applauding crowd.

But swear, if thus I'm traitor for thy sake

Thou wilt this suitor for thy husband take.

Thy deed will bless thine aged father's days-

Reward a loving heart-win all men's praise.

TUR. (who has listened with increasing emotion)-

His words are torture to my wav'ring pride,

How shall I act? How may I best decide?

Adelma shall I trust? Her plot may fail;

Without disgrace a father may prevail.

Down, stubborn soul (advances towards ALT., then

hesitates), and yet, beneath Man's yoke

To crouch? No, no, my vow I'll not revoke.

ALT.

Thou'rt touched. Sweet daughter, grant my fond desire.

TUR.

He fears I may succeed and thwart him. Sire,

I'll meet in high divan. My will is steady.

ALT.

Then, if thou fail, the altar shall be ready;

The rite shall be performed with solemn fitness,

While vulgar crowds shall thy confusion witness.

Their scoffing jeers shall be thy wedding hymn;

Thy father stooped in vain; now stoop to him. (Exit.)

TUR.

Oh, murder not your child! Adelma, friend,-

Forsake me not. My grief some comfort send;

My only hope's in thee. If great Fo-hi

Withhold success, to-morrow sees me die. (Exit.)

END OF ACT. III.

ACT IV.

SCENE.-A magnificent apartment, with divers outlets; in the

background an oriental couch. The scene is dark. KALAF discovered

pacing up and down, BRIGHELLA holding a torch, observing him,

and shaking his head.

BRIG.

Just three o'clock! by Kong's pagoda-chimes.

You've paced this floor just twice three hundred times.

Your Highness had much better go to sleep.

You'll have to rise with dawn's first ruddy peep.

I can't watch any more; my eyelids close.

KALAF. Thou'rt right, Brighella; go to thy repose.

(BRIG. going, returns cautiously.)

BRIG.

One word, your Highness,-when I've left my post,

Don't be astonished if you see a ghost.

You understand? You needn't be afraid;

I daren't say more; my silence is prepaid.

Forewarned, forearmed, you know. To a blind horse

A nod's as good as twenty winks, of course.

KALAF. (looking about, uneasily.)

What spectres shall I see? what dreary sprite?

BRIG.

Oh, nothing, (yawns.) I'm so sleepy, Prince, good night.

(Going, returns.)

I hope you are not angry with Brighella-

I'm but a poor, ill-paid, hardworking fellah-

The Emperor has ordered that no fly

Shall enter this apartment-you know why;

But tho' he's king, his daughter really rules.

It's hard to keep one's balance 'twixt two stools!

And what a woman wills, for good or evil.

That must be done, or she will play the devil.

(Going, returns.)

Mind, I know nothing. Keyholes may suffice;