Dr. Johnson's Works: Life, Poems, and Tales, Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 532 pages of information about Dr. Johnson's Works.

Dr. Johnson's Works: Life, Poems, and Tales, Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 532 pages of information about Dr. Johnson's Works.

CALI. 
Deliverance is at hand; for Turkey’s tyrant,
Sunk in his pleasures, confident and gay,
With all the hero’s dull security,
Trusts to my care his mistress and his life,
And laughs, and wantons in the jaws of death.

LEONTIUS. 
So weak is man, when destin’d to destruction!—­
The watchful slumber, and the crafty trust.

CALI. 
At my command, yon iron gates unfold;
At my command, the sentinels retire;
With all the license of authority,
Through bowing slaves, I range the private rooms,
And of to-morrow’s action fix the scene.

DEMETRIUS. 
To-morrow’s action!  Can that hoary wisdom,
Borne down with years, still dote upon to-morrow? 
That fatal mistress of the young, the lazy,
The coward, and the fool, condemn’d to lose
An useless life, in waiting for to-morrow,
To gaze with longing eyes upon to-morrow,
Till interposing death destroys the prospect! 
Strange! that this gen’ral fraud, from day to day,
Should fill the world with wretches undetected. 
The soldier, lab’ring through a winter’s march,
Still sees to-morrow drest in robes of triumph;
Still to the lover’s long-expecting arms
To-morrow brings the visionary bride. 
But thou, too old to bear another cheat,
Learn, that the present hour alone is man’s.

LEONTIUS. 
The present hour, with open arms, invites;
Seize the kind fair, and press her to thy bosom.

DEMETRIUS. 
Who knows, ere this important morrow rise,
But fear or mutiny may taint the Greeks? 
Who knows, if Mahomet’s awaking anger
May spare the fatal bowstring till to-morrow?

ABDALLA. 
Had our first Asian foes but known this ardour,
We still had wander’d on Tartarian hills. 
Rouse, Cali; shall the sons of conquer’d Greece
Lead us to danger, and abash their victors? 
This night, with all her conscious stars, be witness,
Who merits most, Demetrius or Abdalla.

DEMETRIUS. 
Who merits most!—­I knew not, we were rivals.

CALI. 
Young man, forbear—­the heat of youth, no more—­
Well,—­’tis decreed—­This night shall fix our fate. 
Soon as the veil of ev’ning clouds the sky,
With cautious secrecy, Leontius, steer
Th’ appointed vessel to yon shaded bay,
Form’d by this garden jutting on the deep;
There, with your soldiers arm’d, and sails expanded,
Await our coming, equally prepar’d
For speedy flight, or obstinate defence. [Exit Leont.

SCENE III.

CALI, ABDALLA, DEMETRIUS.

DEMETRIUS. 
Now pause, great bassa, from the thoughts of blood,
And kindly grant an ear to gentler sounds. 
If e’er thy youth has known the pangs of absence,
Or felt th’ impatience of obstructed love,
Give me, before th’ approaching hour of fate,
Once to behold the charms of bright Aspasia,
And draw new virtue from her heav’nly tongue.

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