DEMETRIUS. 
Behold a boaster’s worth!  Now snatch, my fair,
The happy moment; hasten to the shore,
Ere he return with thousands at his side.

ASPASIA. 
In vain I listen to th’ inviting call
Of freedom and of love; my trembling joints,
Relax’d with fear, refuse to bear me forward. 
Depart, Demetrius, lest my fate involve thee;
Forsake a wretch abandon’d to despair,
To share the miseries herself has caus’d.

DEMETRIUS. 
Let us not struggle with th’ eternal will,
Nor languish o’er irreparable ruins;
Come, haste and live—­Thy innocence and truth
Shall bless our wand’rings, and propitiate heav’n.

IRENE. 
Press not her flight, while yet her feeble nerves
Refuse their office, and uncertain life
Still labours with imaginary woe;
Here let me tend her with officious care,
Watch each unquiet flutter of the breast,
And joy to feel the vital warmth return,
To see the cloud forsake her kindling cheek,
And hail the rosy dawn of rising health.

ASPASIA. 
Oh! rather, scornful of flagitious greatness,
Resolve to share our dangers and our toils,
Companion of our flight, illustrious exile,
Leave slav’ry, guilt, and infamy behind.

IRENE. 
My soul attends thy voice, and banish’d virtue
Strives to regain her empire of the mind: 
Assist her efforts with thy strong persuasion;
Sure, ’tis the happy hour ordain’d above,
When vanquish’d vice shall tyrannise no more.

DEMETRIUS. 
Remember, peace and anguish are before thee,
And honour and reproach, and heav’n and hell.

ASPASIA. 
Content with freedom, and precarious greatness.

DEMETRIUS. 
Now make thy choice, while yet the pow’r of choice
Kind heav’n affords thee, and inviting mercy
Holds out her hand to lead thee back to truth.

IRENE. 
Stay—­in this dubious twilight of conviction,
The gleams of reason, and the clouds of passion,
Irradiate and obscure my breast, by turns: 
Stay but a moment, and prevailing truth
Will spread resistless light upon my soul.

DEMETRIUS. 
But, since none knows the danger of a moment,
And heav’n forbids to lavish life away,
Let kind compulsion terminate the contest.
[Seizing her hand. 
Ye christian captives, follow me to freedom: 
A galley waits us, and the winds invite.

IRENE. 
Whence is this violence?

DEMETRIUS. 
Your calmer thought
Will teach a gentler term.

IRENE. 
Forbear this rudeness,
And learn the rev’rence due to Turkey’s queen: 
Fly, slaves, and call the sultan to my rescue.

DEMETRIUS. 
Farewell, unhappy maid; may every joy
Be thine, that wealth can give, or guilt receive!

  ASPASIA.

nd when, contemptuous of imperial pow’r,
Disease shall chase the phantoms of ambition,
May penitence attend thy mournful bed,
And wing thy latest pray’r to pitying heav’n!
          [Exeunt Dem.  Asp. with part of the attendants.