CALI. 
Such are the woes, when arbitrary pow’r
And lawless passion hold the sword of justice. 
If there be any land, as fame reports,
Where common laws restrain the prince and subject,
A happy land, where circulating pow’r
Flows through each member of th’ embodied state;
Sure, not unconscious of the mighty blessing,
Her grateful sons shine bright with every virtue;
Untainted with the lust of innovation,
Sure, all unite to hold her league of rule
Unbroken, as the sacred chain of nature
That links the jarring elements in peace.

LEONTIUS. 
But say, great bassa, why the sultan’s anger,
Burning in vain, delays the stroke of death?

CALI. 
Young, and unsettled in his father’s kingdoms,
Fierce as he was, he dreaded to destroy
The empire’s darling, and the soldier’s boast;
But now confirm’d, and swelling with his conquests,
Secure, he tramples my declining fame,
Frowns unrestrain’d, and dooms me with his eyes.

DEMETRIUS. 
What can reverse thy doom?

CALI. 
The tyrant’s death.

DEMETRIUS. 
But Greece is still forgot.

CALI. 
On Asia’s coast,
Which lately bless’d my gentle government,
Soon as the sultan’s unexpected fate
Fills all th’ astonish’d empire with confusion,
My policy shall raise an easy throne;
The Turkish pow’rs from Europe shall retreat,
And harass Greece no more with wasteful war. 
A galley mann’d with Greeks, thy charge, Leontius,
Attends to waft us to repose and safety.

DEMETRIUS. 
That vessel, if observ’d, alarms the court,
And gives a thousand fatal questions birth: 
Why stor’d for flight? and why prepar’d by Cali?

CALI. 
This hour I’ll beg, with unsuspecting face,
Leave to perform my pilgrimage to Mecca;
Which granted, hides my purpose from the world,
And, though refus’d, conceals it from the sultan.

LEONTIUS. 
How can a single hand attempt a life,
Which armies guard, and citadels enclose?

CALI. 
Forgetful of command, with captive beauties,
Far from his troops, he toys his hours away. 
A roving soldier seiz’d, in Sophia’s temple,
A virgin, shining with distinguish’d charms,
And brought his beauteous plunder to the sultan—­

DEMETRIUS. 
In Sophia’s temple!—­What alarm!—­Proceed.

CALI. 
The sultan gaz’d, he wonder’d, and he lov’d: 
In passion lost, he bade the conqu’ring fair
Renounce her faith, and be the queen of Turkey. 
The pious maid, with modest indignation,
Threw back the glitt’ring bribe.

DEMETRIUS. 
Celestial goodness! 
It must, it must be she;—­her name?

CALI. 
Aspasia.

DEMETRIUS. 
What hopes, what terrours, rush upon my soul! 
O lead me quickly to the scene of fate;
Break through the politician’s tedious forms;
Aspasia calls me, let me fly to save her.