Oh! let me clafp thee to my heart-thy hard, me. Timurkan encourages her, as a means to fave her fon, to give up her phantom of a King. Hamet diffuades his mother from hearkening to such a bafe propofal. Zamti, overjoyed with his generous refolution of dying in fupport of fo glorious a caufe, embraces him with raptures, acknowledges him to be his fon before the tyrant, and defies his threats of death for not making a discovery of Zaphimri: Lo! here the father, mother, and the fon! TIMURKAN. Then die ye fhall-what ho!-guards, seize the flaves Deep in fome baleful dungeon's midnight gloom Let each apart be plung'd-and Etan tooLet him be forthwith found he too fhall fhare His father's fate. Oh! tell my Sov'reign that here dwells Superior to all peril.-When I fall, Can I bear this, ye pow'rs, and not diffolve [The guards lead them to different prisons. In tears of gratitude and love?— HAMET. That flood of grief?—and why that stifled groan? Thro' the dark mist his forrow casts around He feems no common man.-Say, gen'rous Who and what am I! Thou lead'ft me to a precipice, from whence brain, Scar'd at th' unfathomable deep below.— That ever yet groan'dout his foul in anguish. in woe Beyond redemption's aid.-To tell thee all After making this difcovery of himself, By trampling on the neck of innocence, All Unequall'd friendship, honour, truth, and love, And no return can make ?-Oh! 'tis too much, Ye mighty Gods, too much-thus-thus to be A feeble Prince, a fhadow of a King, Without the pow'r to wreak revenge on guilt, -Without the pow'r of doing virtue right. Hamet answering, that that power will come, and that Heaven has difpofed of all things for the nation's happiness, Zaphimri tells him, that a gleam of hope ftill remains, if his murder fhould be deferred till midnight, at which time he would come and fet him free. He then difclofes to him the defign his father's care had planned and infpired, and that he would arm him for the affault. Oh! if thou doft, HAMET. At first, with tears and bitter lamentations, She call'd on Hamet loft;-but, when I urg'd, She ftill might fave her boy, and save herself, Would the but give Zaphimri to your wrath, Her tears forgot to flow ;-her voice, her look, Her colour fudden chang'd, and all her form, Inlarging with th'emotions of her foul, Grew vafter to the fight.-With blood-fhot eyes, She caft a look of filent indignation, Octar, to conquer her obftinacy, then infinuates to Timurkan, Might I advise you, Sir, An artful tale of love should softly glide To her afflicted foul-a Conqu'ror's fighs Will waft a thousand wishes to her heart, Till female vanity afpire to reach The Eastern throne; and, when her virtue melts In the foft tumult of her gay defires, The weak, deluded woman.- Octar, no I cannot stoop, with love-fick adulation, To thrill in languishing defire, and try Yet once again I'll wield the doubtful blade, The hopes, the fears, and the caprice of And bear against the foe.— ing caves, 'Midft rocks and rent-up trees, foam headlong down, And each depopulates his way. Mirvan, perceiving Octar coming, defires them to break off their conference. Octar orders Mirvan to lead Hamet to his mother, and, in the midst of their endearments, to tear him from her embraces, that her tenderness may by that means be awakened to declare the truth. Timurkan, impatient to know whether Zamti or Mandane have made any confeffion, comes in perfon to the dungeon. Octar affures him, that Zamti, yet unconquered, -Smiles contempt; as if fome inward joy, Like the fun lab'ring in a night of clouds, Shot forth its gladd'ning unrefifted beams,} Chearing the face of woe. And, as for Mandane, he says, love, Swifter than whirlwinds ;—thro' the ranks of war To drive my chariot-wheels, fmoaking with gore: These are my paffions, this my only science, Above the puling fickneffes of love.Bring that vile flave, the hoary priest, before me. [Exit Octar. Timurkan, reflecting on Zamti's and Mandane's fortitude, fays: What art thou Virtue, who canft thus infpire This ftubborn pride, this dignity of foul, And ftill unfading, beauteous in diftrefs, Canft tafte of joys my heart hath never known? Enter Zamti in chains, and, not long after, Mandane and Hamet, Mirvan guard ng them; but, all Timurkan's endeavours being fruitlefs to compel them to clear up the myftery, he orders Hamet to be dragged forth to inftant death. The guards having carried him off, a meffenger arrives in hafte, with the news of Etan's being found, by rufhing among Hamet's guards; and crying out to them to fufpend the execution, till he had admittance to Timurkan's prefence on affairs of the higheft importance. Zamti and Mandane are in the greatest confternation. He appears, and generously confeffes to Timurkan, in order to fave Zamti, Mandane, and Hamet, that he is the Prince Zaphimri; but the tyrant fancies, that this is another contrivance to deceive him. ACT V. Enter Octar, Zamti and Mandane following him. Zamti tells him, that he knows their hearts to be fixed, and that therefore there is no occafion to make them again behold the tyrant's frown ; Octar replies, that they come to meet their doom beneath the Monarch's eye, and that he haftens to receive his laft commands. During his absence, furrounded by the guards, they encourage each other by the most he roic fentiments. Mandane, fhewing Zamti a dagger, endeavours to persuade him to lodge it in her breast. ZAMTI. Oh! never- never Hence let me bear this fatal inftrument. Be it the practice of the gloomy North.- Muft we then wait a haughty tyrant's nod, The vaffals of his will ?-No-let us rather Nobly break thro' the barriers of this life, And join the beings of fome other world, Who'll throng around our greatly daring fouls, And view the deed with wonder and applaufe. ZAMTI. And fhall the fhad'wings of a feverish brain Disturb a Conqu'ror's breast ?— TIMURKAN. Octar, they've made Such defolation here-'tis drear and horrible! On yonder couch, foon as fleep clos'd my eyes, All, that yon mad enthufiaftic priest The colours of my guilt- The ghofts of heroes, by my rage deftroy'd, Came with their ghaftly orbs, and ftreaming wounds; They ftalk'd around my bed ;—with loud acclaim They call'd Zaphimri! 'midst the lightning's blaze, Heav'n roll'd confenting thunders o'er my head; Straight from his covert the youth sprung phimri's caufe, but that their fcanty and rah-levied crew want not a Monarch's fword; whereupon Octar, to chastise them, is ordered to draw off the guard, and bring the Leaders, bound in chains, before him. While Octar is gone to execute his commands, Mirvan affures Timurkan, that he has further learned, that the pretended Etan was really the young Prince, and that, hurried away by his zeal, he had rufhed upon the victim, and, with his fabre, cleft him to the ground. Timurkan applauds his happy lot in being thus rid of him, and, for his intire fatisfaction, defires Mirvan to bring him his head immediately. Mirvan returns with Zaphimri, who, with a fabre in his hand, plants himself before the tyrant, but, generously dildaining to take any advantage of him unarmed (though against Mirvan's will, who defires him to fall on, as fearing the iffue of a doubtful combat) lets him fnatch from Mirvan his fabre, and, follow. ing him, fights manfully and flays him. Hamet, arriving at the fame time, fees the tyrant fall. Mirvan haftes away with the glad tidings to Zamti and Mandane; but finds that Mandane, all frantic at the fight of her husband's being put to the torture, had plunged a poniard in her heart, and expired at his feet. Mean time, Morat brings advice of the flaughter of the Tartars at the deftined hour; and, whilt Zaphimri gives orders for having himself proclaimed King, Mirvan re-enters, with the melancholy tale of Mandane's death, and the inhumanities practifed upon Zamti. remain'd, He reach'd the couch,, where loft Mandane They proceed to the place where Zamti is, and find him lying on the couch, and clafping the dead body. At fight of them, he rifes from the body, and runs eagerly to embrace Zaphimri: His ftrength fails him, and he faints at his feet. ZAPHIMRI. Soft, raife him from the ground. ZAMTI. Zaphimri!--Hamet too!-oh! bleft event! I could not hope fuch tidings-thee, my Prince, I charge thee live ZAMTI. A bafe desertion of the public weal And live the father of a willing people. TH at beft. They all are crippled in the tiney fhoe. -We pinch our feet, and yet are ever Then they've no cards, no routs, ne'er take their fling, And pin-money is an unheard-of thing! From top to bottom down in one ftraight Write letters-from one corner to another. One mode there is, in which both climes agree; I scarce can tell—'Mongst friends then let it be -The creatures love to cheat, as well as we. But bless my wits! I've quite forgot the bard A civil foul !-By me he fends this card• Prefents refpects-to ev'ry Lady here Hopes for the honour-of a fingle tear.' The critics then will throw their dirt in vain, One drop from you will wash out ev'ry ftain. Acquaints you-(now the man is past his fright) He holds his rout, and here he keeps his night. Affures you all a welcome kind and hearty, The Ladies fhall play crowns, and there's the fhilling party. [Points to the upper gallery. A Defcription of Mr. WORLIDGE'S DRILL-PLOUGH. With a Copper-plate, HE two firft inventions of this kind were Mr. Worlidge's drill-plough, and Don Joseph de Lucatello's fembrador, both of which may claim the merit of being originals. As neither M. Tull, nor M. Duhamel, have taken any notice of this inftrument of Mr. Worlidge, which we are perfuaded will fully anfwer all the ends he propofes, we think it a juftice due to one of the best writers on agriculture to give his own account of it. Besides the ufual manner of sowing corn, there are, fays he, feveral other ways of difperfing it, as by setting, and hoeing of it in, &c. The art of fetting corn feems to be curiously engraved. very ancient, as appears by Virgil, Ungui bus infodiunt & ipfi fruges-and hath been a long time attempted to be brought into practice again, as appears by Mr. Platt's Adam's Tool revived. Mr. Worlidge then points out the defects in Mr. Platt's inftruments, and proceeds thus : But, to remedy and remove all manner of errors and inconveniencies that can be found in fetting of corn, I fhall here give you a plain and perfect defcription of an eafy and feasible inftrument that fhall dif perfe your corn, grain, or pulfe, of what kind foever, and what distance, and in what proportion you please to defign, and that |