The works of Voltaire : a contemporary version with notes . n my friendHercides—Phanor, art thou there?—^beholdMy murderer. [Points to Seid. PHANOR. O guilt! accursed deed!Unhappy Seid, look upon—thy father. SEID. Who? Mahomet. 75 PALMIRA. He? My father? Gracious heaven! PHANOR. HercidesIn his last moments took me in his arms,And weeping cried: If there be time, O hastePrevent a parricide, and stop the armOf Seid; in my breast the tyrant lodgedThe dreadful secret; now I suffer for die by Mahomets detested hand:Haste, Phanor, fly, inform the hapless Zopir,That Seid and Palmir
The works of Voltaire : a contemporary version with notes . n my friendHercides—Phanor, art thou there?—^beholdMy murderer. [Points to Seid. PHANOR. O guilt! accursed deed!Unhappy Seid, look upon—thy father. SEID. Who? Mahomet. 75 PALMIRA. He? My father? Gracious heaven! PHANOR. HercidesIn his last moments took me in his arms,And weeping cried: If there be time, O hastePrevent a parricide, and stop the armOf Seid; in my breast the tyrant lodgedThe dreadful secret; now I suffer for die by Mahomets detested hand:Haste, Phanor, fly, inform the hapless Zopir,That Seid and Palmira are—his children. Palmira! Thou my brother? ZOPIR. O ye gods!O nature, thou hast not deceived me then,When thou didst plead for them! unhappy Seid,What could have urged thee to so foul a deed ? SEID. [ gratitude, my duty, my that mankind hold sacred, urged me onTo do the worst of actions:—give me backThat fatal weapon. LET ME EMBRACE MY IDIE CONTENTED! MAHOMET Act IV NIOREAU. INV.; t-CPEVRE. Mahomet. 77 SCENE , SEiD, PALMIRA, OMAR, Attendants. OMAR. Guards, seize the murderer; Mahomet is comeTo punish guih, and execute the laws. ZOPIR. What do I hear? SEID. Did Mahomet command theeTo punish Seid? PALMIRA. Execrable tyrant!Was not the murder done by thy command ? OMAR. Twas not commanded. SEID. Well have I deservedThis just reward of my credulity. OMAR. Soldiers, obey. PALMIRA. O stop, ye shall not OMAR. Madam,If Seids life is dear to you, submitWith patience, lest the prophets anger fallLike thunder on your head; if you obey,Great Mahomet is able to protect you:Guards, lead her to the king. 78 Mahomet. PALMIRA. O take me, this sad scene of never-ending woe! [Seid and Palmira are carried off. ZOPIR. [To gone, theyre lost: O most unhappy wound which Seid gave is not so painful as this parting. PHANOR. See, my day appears, and the armed multitudesPress onw
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