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 Cowley 
 
 A Day in Turkey
 
 R.TC 
 
 THE LIBRARY 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 A DAY IN TURKEY; 
 
 o R. 
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES, 
 
 C O M E D 
 
 . a 7 LEY, 
 
 ( B L I N : 
 
 .1E3SRS. WOGAN, BYRNE, GRUEBER, 
 H. COLBERT, J. MOORE, J. JONES, 
 £S, M'ALLISTER, CORBET, AND 
 RlCi'. 
 
 M.DCC.XCIZ.

 
 A DAY IN TURKEY; 
 
 O R, 
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES, 
 
 COMEDY, 
 
 AS ACTED AT TUU 
 
 THEATRE R T A L> 
 
 I N 
 
 COVENT GARDEN. 
 
 Bv Mrs. COWLEY, 
 
 DUBLIN: 
 
 PRINTED FOR MESSRS. WOG AN, BY R NR, GR UEBER, 
 
 M'KENZIE, H.COLBERT, J . MOO RE, J . J O NES, 
 
 W. JONES, M'ALLISTER, CORBET, AND 
 
 RICK. 
 
 M.DCC.XCIl.
 
 C3l 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT.] 
 
 H 
 
 I NTS have been thrown oat, and 
 the idea induftrioufly circulated, that the 
 following comedy istainted with politics. 
 I protefl I know nothing about politics^ — 
 
 will Mifs Wolftonecraft forgive me 
 
 whofe book contains fuch a body of mind 
 as I hardly ever met with— if I fay that 
 politics are unfeminine ? I never in my 
 life could attend to their difcuiliom 
 
 True Comedy has always been defined 
 to be a picture of life — a record of palling 
 manners— a mirror to reflect to fucceeding 
 times the characters and follies of the 
 prefent. How then could I, pretending 
 to be a comic poet, bring an emigrant 
 
 A 3 Frenchman 
 
 .88128
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 Frenchman before the public at this 
 day, and not make him hint at the events 
 which had juft palled, or were then parting 
 in his native country ? A character fo 
 written would have been anomalous— the 
 critics ought to have had no mercy on me. 
 It is A la Greqjje who {peaks, not 1 ; 
 nor can I be accountable for bis fentiments. 
 Such is my idea of tracing character ^ 
 and were I to continue to write for the 
 ftage, I fhould always govern myfelf by 
 it. 
 
 The illiberal and falfe fuggeftions con- 
 cerning the politics of the comedy I could 
 frankly forgive, had they not deprived it 
 of the honour of a command. The 
 paffages on which thofe mifreprefentations 
 were built, were on the fecond night 
 omitted, but immediately afterwards re. 
 ftored-, and the Day in Turkey leaves 
 the prefs exactly as it has continued to be 
 performed amidft the mod vivid and 
 
 uninterrupted plaudits or interrupted 
 
 only by the glitter of foft tears; a fpecies 
 of applaufe not lefs flattering than the 
 
 fpontaneous
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 fpontaneous laugh, or the voluntary colli, 
 fion of hands. 
 
 Some of the performers in this comedy 
 have played fo tranfcendently well, that 
 their names deferve to be recorded; but 
 to particularife any, when all have aimed 
 at perfection, would be invidious. 
 
 H. COWLEY. 
 
 Feb. 17. 
 1792.
 
 PROLOGUE. 
 
 SPOKEN BY MR. HARLEY. 
 
 J^^ OT from the prefent moment fprings our play, 
 Th' events which gave it birth are paft away — 
 Five glowing moons have chas'd night's fhades from 
 
 earth, 
 Since the war fled which gave our Drama birth. 
 u Not fmiling peace o'er Ri/ssi a's tuide-fpread land 
 11 IVav'd gently then, her fceptre of command, 
 11 No! thoufands rufh'd at red ambition's call t 
 *' With mad' ning rage to triumph— or to fall. 
 u 'Twas then our female bard from Britain's^m 
 
 " Was led by fancy to the dijiant roar" 
 
 'Twas then me faw fweet virgins captives made> 
 'Twas then (he faw the cheek of beauty fade, 
 Whilft the proud foldier in ignoble chains, 
 Was from his country dragg'd to hostile plains. 
 
 Thus was her bold imagination fired 
 When battle with its horrid train retired; 
 Yet, fure the ftory which me then combin'd, 
 Should not t'. d.ar oblivion be refign'd— 
 No — let it Itiij your various paffions raife, 
 And to have toucli'd them, oft', has been her praife? 
 Trufting to candour, me folicits here, 
 Your fmile of pleafure, or yom pity's tear • 
 For tho' the time is paft, the FEELiive true, 
 She dedicates to nature, and to you ! 
 
 Note. The lines diflinguifhed by italics arc from the pea 
 
 of Dklla Crusca;
 
 PERSONS of the DRAMA. 
 
 MEN. 
 
 IBRAHIM, 
 
 ORLOFF, 
 
 A LA GREQUE, 
 
 MUSTAPHA, 
 
 AZIM, 
 
 SELIM, 
 
 MULEY, 
 
 ISMAEL, 
 
 OLD MAN, 
 
 SON, 
 
 *d TURK, 
 
 Mr. HOLM AN. 
 Mr. FARREN. 
 Mr. FAWCET. 
 Mr. MUNDEN.\ 
 Mr. CUBIT. 
 Mr. INCLEDON. 
 Mr. M'CREADY. 
 Mr. FARLEY. 
 Mr. THOMPSON. 
 Mr. CROSS. 
 Mr. EVATT. 
 
 MALE SLAVES, & c , 
 
 WOMEN. 
 
 ALEXINA, 
 PAULINA, 
 LAURETTA. 
 FATIMA, 
 
 FEMALE SLAVES, 
 
 { 
 
 Mrs. POPE. 
 
 Mrs. EST EN. 
 
 Mrs. MATTOCKS. 
 
 Mrs. MARTYR. 
 
 Mrs. FAWCET, Mrs, 
 tfOCtf, and others.
 
 DAY in TURKEY. 
 
 ACT L 
 
 S C E N E I. A ForeJ. 
 
 In the Back Ground a Turkish Campi 
 
 Several Turks are feen at a Diftance pajftng and 
 repajjlng with Hafie\ fome of them look out from 
 amidjl the Trees, and then retire. 
 
 Enter Paulina, precipitately. 
 At the Bottom. 
 • Pau. 
 
 W HERE— O, where fhall we'fly? [Losing 
 round wildly.] Brother — father— come! We are 
 driven from our cottage: we have no longer a home 
 — let us run fome where to feek another. 
 
 Enter Old Man and Son. 
 Son . Come father lean on me, and let us walk fafter, 
 or we (hall be pick'd up by fome of the turban'd 
 gentry. They are out a foraging; and they always 
 confider christians as ufeful cattle. Let us fly. 
 
 B Father.
 
 2 ADAY IK TURKEY, OR 
 
 Father. Fly! alas, with the load of fevenry 
 years upon ray fhoulders, how hard a talk! We 
 iii«ll never efcape them, child — Thou'lt fee thy father 
 murdered, and worfe luck than that will be thy fate. 
 
 Pau. Worfe luck than to be murdered .' I fhould 
 be glad to fee the day—What worfe can happen? 
 
 Old Man. Thou'lt be made a Have, — flave to 
 a Turk [cries] — I fliall fee thee in a vile Turk's fe- 
 ragiio, no better, as it were, than the handmaid of a 
 Jew. 
 
 Pau. WelJ, I may out-live fuch a misfortune as 
 that; but I never heard of out-living a throat cut- 
 So, dear father, cheer up, and let us hurry on to the 
 next village. Peter, take care of that bag — for it 
 contains all we have in the world. 
 
 Son. Aye,- and if it hadn't been for fome of our 
 own foldiers, I had been a loft man — They were fo 
 kind as to ftrip our cottage yefterday, and left us 
 no more than I can very conveniently move under. 
 
 Pau. Yes; and more than all that, they took 
 
 away my very beft gown, and my new fur cap! 
 
 [crying] yes ; and he who took them faid it was in 
 
 friend {hip, for that otherwife my very beft gown and 
 
 cap would certainly fall into the hands of the enemy. 
 
 Son. Yes; it was truly a very friendly action, and 
 they perform'd it like gentlemen — No words, but their 
 very looks were oaths, and the black eyebrows of one 
 of them fpoke louder curfes than I ever heard between 
 fifty Siberian boar-hunters [clajhing of f<words with- 
 out.] There — there! d'ye hear? Our friends are com- 
 ing down upon us; and our enemies are at hand ! 
 Come, let us run [with a look" ef terror] — From 
 friends and enemies, holy Michael, defend us! 
 
 (Exeunt. 
 
 [Clajbing of fivorJs ; A la Greque enters running 
 at top, tbenjtops, looks hack and /peaks.] 
 
 A la Gr. There it goes — There it goes! Nothing 
 can fave thee, my gallant mafter — This comes of your 
 reconnoitering — Had you not better have been in your 
 tent, quietly breaking your fajl, than here, breaking 
 
 3 the
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 3 
 
 the heads of the Turks— So, now he's difarm'd— 
 WelJ,- nobody bid ye — 'cis all your own fault— Now, 
 how comely he looks with his arms folded, and 1h3 
 fword in the hands of that beetle brow'd Turk ! 
 Fardie! I feel now as great a man as my mailer. 
 
 Enter Orloff, furrounded by Turks. 
 
 Muley. Couiageous Ruffian, thou art ours! 
 Could valour have faved thee, captivity and you had 
 never met — Your emprefs, we tiult, has not many fuch 
 
 foldiers in the neighbouring camp. Come, droop 
 
 not, Sir, this is the fortune of war. 
 
 Orloff. Had I been made your prifoner, whilfton 
 a poll of duty, I could have borne my lot — A foldier 
 can fupport not only death, but even flavety, when a 
 fenfe of duty gives dignity to his chains; but my chains 
 are bafe ones, for 1 reconnoiter'd without command, 
 and have loft my liberty without glory. 
 
 A la Gr. Then / have loft my liberty too with- 
 out glory, for I nttendedyou without command, and 
 HOW— Qh» le diakle! I am valet de chambre to a 
 flave! 
 
 Turk. Let not that affect thee! The fortune of 
 war, which has wounded your maftei's pride, ought to 
 elate yours, for you are now his equal — both (laves 
 alike. 
 
 A t.i. Gr. [Eagerly] Are we fo? And has he 
 no further right to command me, nor t'.reafen me ? 
 Kind Sir, tell me but that — tell me but that — ! 
 
 Turk. None, none. 
 
 A la Gr. Hum ! [Puts bis hat on, lakes out his- 
 fnuff box, takes fnuff, then goes to his ma/fer, and 
 offers him his box.] Take a pinch, don't be fhy 
 
 Orloff. Scoundrel! [Throws up the box -with 
 his arm.) 
 
 A la Gr. Nay, no hard names— let us be civil 
 to each other, as brother flaves ought to be — And now 
 I think of it — Hark ye! I fuppofe your flaves take 
 rank according to their ufefulnefs. 
 
 Turk, Certainly. 
 
 B 2 A LA
 
 4 A DAT IN TURKEY, OX 
 
 A 3la Gr. Well then, my matter— I mean that 
 man there, who was my matter, can do no earthly 
 thing but fight, whilft f, on the contrary, am expert 
 at feveral. 
 
 Muley. Your qualifications ? 
 
 A la Gr. They are innumerable — I can fing you 
 pretty little French airs, and Italian canzonettas — No 
 man in Paris, Sir — for I have the honour to be a 
 Frenchman — No man in Paris underftands the fcience 
 of the powder-puff better than myfelf — I can frize 
 you in a tafte beyond — Oh, what you are all Crops, 
 I fee — fore fronts, and back fronts — Oh, thofe vile tur- 
 bans, my genius will be loft amongft you, and a frizeur 
 will be of no more ufe than an oyfter-woman.— 
 "Why, you look as though you had all been lcalp'd, 
 and cover'd your crowns with your pillows. 
 
 Turk. Chriftian, our turbans are too elevated a 
 fubjeft for your fporr. 
 
 A la Gr. Dear Sir, [pointing to bis turban, and 
 tben ts tie ground] drop the fubjecl, it will be a proof 
 of national tafte. 
 
 .MubEY. Thy fpeech is licentious and empty ; but 
 in a Frenchman we can pardon it — 'tis nationaltafie 
 — However, if your boalied qualifications end here, 
 it is probable, you will be a fldVe as little diilinguiftYJ 
 as your mafter. 
 
 A la Gr. Pardonnez moi! I can do things he 
 never thought of — You have heard the ftory of the 
 bifket- maker amongft favages? I do not defpairof 
 feeing my mafter my fervant yet — Courage, Monfieur 
 leCompte! I'll treat you with great condelcenfion, 
 depend on't, and endeavour to make you forget in ill 
 things the diftance between us. 
 
 Muley. Pie feems too deeply abforb'd in melan- 
 choly, to be roufeu^-'thy impertinence! 
 
 A la Gr. Poor young man! Times are alter'd, 
 to be fure; and at pi efent he's a little down in the 
 mouth i but he's tond of mufic, cheer him with a 
 Turkifh, air — Helas! all the air we have will be 
 
 Turkilh now, 
 
 l Orloff.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLATES. 5 
 
 Orloff. Ah no! forbear your mufic, and bring 
 me your chains .' Drag me to your dungeons! The 
 intellectual bitternefs of this moment cannot be in- 
 creafed by o«/<u>«r*/circumliance. 
 
 A la Gr. Chains and dungeons! Why fure the 
 
 ghoft of our dead baftille has not found its way hither 
 
 —Hey, Mefficurs! Have you lantern polls too, and 
 
 hanging MarquilTes in this country? 
 
 Orloff. [.angrily.] Peace! 
 
 A la Gr. Peace! That's a bold demand.— Your 
 
 Emprefs can't find it at the head of a hundred thou- 
 
 fand men, and the moft fublime Grand Signior is 
 
 obliged to put on his night-cap without it, though 
 
 he has a million of thefe pretty Gentlemen to aifift 
 
 him — BtfiJes, England has engrofs'd the commodity. 
 
 Orloff. Come, Sir, let us not loiter here — I 
 
 would have my fate determined, and my mifery com- 
 
 pleat. Alas! is it not already fo? Yes, my hem has 
 
 been long the property of forrow, and it will never 
 
 relinquim its claims. 
 
 Mute v. I fliall lead you to the palace of the 
 Baffa Ibrahim. — it is in the neighbourhood of yonder 
 camp, which he commands, what your fate may 
 then be, his humour determines. 
 
 A la Gr. Then I hope we {hall catch him in a 
 good humour, and what care 1 whether a 1 urk or a 
 Ruffian has the honour to be my mafter ? Now you 
 fee the misfortune of being born a Count! Had he 
 loft no more than 1 have, he'd be as carelefs as 1 ara 
 — Come, brother flave — noceiemony, no ceremony, 
 1 beg. 
 
 [Exeunt — A la Gb eql e pulls back bis 
 majer, and walks out before him*. 
 
 B3 S C E N E
 
 A DAT IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 SCENE II. Rocks. 
 
 [Enter Peter — runs acrofs the Stage, is follow' d by 
 Paulina Jbrieking — they go off — Tiuo Turks fur- 
 fue them, and bring them back.} 
 
 Turk. Stay, (lay, young ones! it is but manners 
 to W3it for your father — You fee he is hobbling up as 
 fa ft as he can. 
 
 Pau. Aye, very true — Oh, Peter, how could we 
 run away, and leave our father ? 
 
 Peter. Why, we only took care of number one, 
 and we have a right to do that all the world over. 
 So we are captives now then, and (laves in downright 
 tamed? 
 
 Turk. Aye. 
 
 Pau. Look at my poor father! If your hearts 
 were not harder than thofe very rocks, yoa could 
 never make a (lave of him. 
 
 Enter the Father, guarded by tiuo Turks. 
 
 Father. O my dear children! Thofe flints which 
 wound my feet are not fo (harp as the wounds which 
 gafh ray heart for you. 
 
 Pau. There! — Do ye hear? O the m<faries of 
 war! I wonder w?.r is ever the fafhion — Pray, Sir^ 
 whit made the King oi the Turks and our old Etn- 
 prefs agrte to go to war together ? 
 
 Turk. To give brave foldiers an opportunity of 
 running away with fuch pretty girls as you. 
 
 Pau. O (ye on them ! I think if they were now 
 to fee my father and brother Peter, and I, in this con- 
 dition, they'd be both afliarrt'd of themfelves. 
 
 Peter. Afham'd of themfelves! Don't talk fo 
 ignYntly. — Excufe her, gentlemen, (he knows nothing 
 of the world. She thinks Kings and EmprelTes arc 
 made of the fame (luff as other mortals. 
 
 Turk. [To the Father.] Come, Honefiy, cheer 
 up! at the nexc village there is a waggon, into which 
 
 you
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES, 7 
 
 you and your family (hall be put, and carried to the 
 end of your fhort journey. 
 
 Pau. Laws! A waggon — whofe is it ? 
 
 Turk. It Hiall be your own for the prefent. 
 
 Pau. Our own! that's droll enough; fo we are 
 luade flaves in order to ride in our own carriage. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE, "the Gardens of the Bajfa, decorated 
 ivith Palms, Fountains, &c. in the Eajhrn flyle. 
 
 Enter Mustapha. 
 
 Mus. Where is fhe? Where is flie? I don't fee 
 her here — She's generally leaning on that fountain, 
 looking like the nymph of the ftream, fwelling it with 
 her tears. 
 
 Azim. [without.] But I fay no — do you mark 
 me, I fay no — 
 
 Entering ivith tivo Slaves. 
 
 Mus. Then I fay yes, do ye mark me? What a 
 bawling you make — What are you coming here for, 
 hey? 
 
 Azim. To look for that infolent female fhve, 
 that Ruffian, that I may manage her a little. 
 
 Mus. You manage her! Your ill humour towards 
 her is never to be fathfied — You are as malicipus as 
 you are high — Don't I know how to manage an obfti- 
 nate female as well as you? 
 
 Azim. Ha, ha, ha! All the knowledge that nature 
 cou'd contrive to pack into that little carcafe of thine 
 wou'd be infufficient for fuch a purpofe — Manage an 
 obflinate female! The greateft generals in the wdrld 
 and the greateft tyrants have been foil'd at it — Leave 
 her to me — 1 have difcretion — fhe fhall be kept on 
 bread and water. 
 
 Mus. Mark his difcretion ! Keep a pretty woman 
 on bread and water to make her contented and kind. 
 
 Azim. 'Tk right, I'll maintain it to her teeth 
 
 for, firft, fhe is a Ruffian and a bear— > 
 
 Mus,
 
 8 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Mus. The beautiful Alexina, a Ruffian bear! Well,, 
 fecondly? 
 
 Azim. She is a chriftian, aid thofe chriftians are 
 the moft unnaturalift creatures in the world — Why, 
 man, they betray their friends, and love their enemies, 
 ha, ha! 
 
 Mus. Do they fo? Then fhe's no chriftian — for 
 as to loving her enemies, I have heard her fay to thy 
 face, that fhe hates thee — So, let her be treated like 
 an honeft Turk. 
 
 Azim. So fhe fhall — an honeft Turk returns hate 
 for hate, and fo, d'ye fee, her feaft fhall be a faft. 
 
 [Goes off at the top, 
 
 Mus. Take care of the orders I gave ye— When 
 our mafter arrives, let no one be over bufy to fpeak of 
 this Ruffian Gave — if poffible, 1 would have him forget 
 that fhe is in the Haram. 
 
 Slaves. We ihall be careful. {Exeunt Slaves. 
 
 Enter Alexin A from the top, folloiu'dly Azim. 
 
 Alex. Purfue me not, thou inexorable flave! 
 You .invade my retirement, you drive me from folitude, 
 though folitude alone can mitigate my forrows. 
 
 Azim. Nonfenfe — Solitude and retirement! they 
 were made for birds of night; owls may rejoice in 
 them, but women fhould feek day-light. 
 
 Alex. Day-light gives me no joy. Through 
 eleven weeks have I dragg'd on a torpid exiftence— 
 See! (going to a tree) here is the fad regifter of my 
 days of infelicity. My bodkin on its tender rind hath' 
 mark'd the return of each unba/Ioiv'd Sabbath-,— • 
 the wounds now but juft difcernible will deepen as 
 the tree advances to maturity, and fpeak in another 
 age, the miferies of Alexina. 
 
 [Takes up a folded paper from amongft the Jhrubs* 
 
 A p per! — poetry! ah, how drfcriptive of my own- 
 fenfations — which of my companions hath thus melo-r 
 dioufly fung her fonows? [rW/J 
 
 ia
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 9 
 
 1 a poor captive feel each day 
 
 That (lowly creeps with leaden pace, 
 
 Bleft freedom here ne'er lends her ray — 
 Her bright ftcps here, we never trace. 
 
 Oh that wild on fome high mountain 
 1 could catch the wand'ring winds, 
 
 Or darting from fome defert fountain, 
 Emulate the bounding hinds ! 
 
 The clouds that fwim in air's foft ocean, 
 
 Seem to (corn my p,ilon towers, 
 Zephyr's light unfeuer'd motion, 
 
 Deeper, heavier, makes my hours. 
 
 Azim. [fnatibing the paper from her hand.1 
 Such a wailing about freedom and liberty! why the 
 chrillians in one of the northern i (lands have eftablifh- 
 ed a (lave trade, and proved by aft of parliament 
 that freedom is no blefline at all. 
 
 xvi os. No, no, they have only proved that it doe* 
 not fuit dark complexions. To luch a pretty creature 
 as this, they'd think it a blefling to gi<v e eveiy free- 
 dom — and take every freedom. 
 
 Azim. Come, come, be gay and happy, like the 
 reft of the (laves. 'How (lands your mind to-day 
 towards a handfome BaiTa? Our mafter is returning 
 from the camp — The ceflation of hoftilities will give 
 hi in a (hort leifure, which he will certainly devote to 
 pleafure and his haram. 
 
 Alex. Muftapha, do not let that unfeeling (lave 
 talk to me— thou haft humanity. 
 
 Mus. Would I could adminifter to his difeafe, it 
 is a terrible on^ ! the love of talking is in hi in an 
 abfolute frenzy ! To filence him is impoffible — but aa 
 I have power over him, I can oblige him to retire—' 
 Go! 
 
 Azim. Go! What, (hall an infolent chriftian?— 
 
 Mus. Go, go ! 
 
 Azim. She (hall repent. {Exit* 
 
 Alex.
 
 *0 A DAY IN TWRKEY, OR 
 
 Alex. Doth your matter indeed return to-day ? 
 
 Mus. Yes; and all the women of his harain are 
 preparing for his reception — they, half frantic with 
 joy, wonder to behold your tears. 
 
 Alex, /am not a woman of his haram [ivitb 
 dijdcin ] 
 
 Mus. Bur, charming Alexina, can you hope 
 longer to efcape? To-day he will lee you. 
 
 [Alexina ftands a moment as the? flruck, then clajps 
 her bands ivitb an atSion of dejpair ; then lurns.2 
 
 Alex. OhMuftapha! behold a lowly fuppliant. 
 [Kneels'] She is of no vulgar rank who thus kneels 
 to you for protection. 
 
 Mus. For protection ! I ammyfelfa flave — Rife, 
 dear lady. 
 
 Alex. [Rifing] But thou had power with thy 
 mafter. Oh ! invent fome excufe— fay fomething 
 to fave me from the interview. 
 
 Mus. I will confider — I — [muftc at a diflance~\ 
 Nay, if it muft be fo, conceal youtfelf at once, for I 
 hear the mufic which announces his approach; and 
 he will probably haften hither. 
 
 Alex. O miferable fpeed ! I go— Muftapha, on 
 thy eloquence depends my breath — The moments of 
 my life are number'd by thy fuccefs — Prefs fearlefsly 
 the cauie of virtue, and glow with the fainted fub- 
 jecX 
 
 Thus, tho* a flave, thy foul's high ftate 
 
 Shall prove its origin divine, 
 Soar far above thy wretched fate, 
 
 And o'er thy chains fublimely fhine. [Exit. 
 
 Mus. Why, as to chaftity, and all that, which 
 you make an orthodox article of, fweet one ! we 
 Turks are a fort of diflenters— a woman's virtue with 
 us, is to charm, and her religion fhould be love.— 
 Ah, ha! here comes Ibrahim, and his whole haram 
 His creed is love, and there is not a more ortho- 
 dox man in the country. 
 
 Enter
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. U 
 
 Enter Lauretta WFatima [baflUy] 
 
 Laur. Ah! Multapha, the Bafla is arrived full 
 of triumph, full of willies, panting ro behold Alexina 
 —-What will become of her ? Where is flie? 
 
 Mus. She juft now run off on that fide, and I 
 ihall run off on this — for I have not fettled what to 
 fay about her, and Bassas and tygers are animals 
 not made to be trifled with. [Exit. 
 
 Fat. Well, let that pretty melancholy (lave feel 
 as fhe pleafes— I, for my part, am half out of my 
 wits, to think how happy we fhall be now the BaiTa 
 is come back— we (hall have nothing but whim and 
 entertainment. — Have you been looking at the new 
 pavilion to day ? 
 
 Laur. No. 
 m Fat. Odear! it is almoft finifted — The hang- 
 ings are gold tiiTue, and when our beautiful fofa, 
 which we have been making for him is fet up, and the 
 BafTa fees it all together, he will be tranfported — 
 Do you not think fo? Hark I here he comes with all 
 the enfigns of war at his heels.— O no— tbey come 
 firft, I proteft— I'll ftand here, and take a view of the 
 whole. 
 
 \A march is plnfd. Standard bearers advance firft ; 
 they are followed by female flaws, ivho dance'down 
 the ftage to light mujic, and exit. The chorus fingers 
 folle-w; female flaves flrezving flowers from little 
 bajkets fueceed ; the Bafja then appears at ike top 
 ivitb bis principal officers.] 
 
 Chorus. Selim, Laur. Fat. £ifr» 
 
 Hark! found the trumpet, breathe the flute, 
 
 And touch the foft melodious lute : 
 
 To heav'n let ev'ry grateful found afcend, 
 
 Thanks for our prince reftor'd, 
 
 Our lover, and our friend. 
 Victorious hero ! blooming fage 1 
 The fcourge and glory of our age ! 
 
 Let
 
 12 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Let rofeate pleafures round thy footfteps twine, 
 And lead thee on to joy, 
 And blefs thy valiant line ! 
 Vain breathes the trumpet and the flute. 
 And loft the foft melodious lute, 
 When, Ibrahim! thy praife they wou'd difplay. 
 Sunk in the lofty theme, 
 As twilight yields to day.' 
 
 Ibra. Enough of praife, and of triumph! A 
 fweeter triumph than your fongs can beftow, awaits 
 me — Where is the lovely Ruffian, who, tho' my cap- 
 tive more than two moons, I have not yet beheld ? 
 
 Azim. We rejoice in cur lord's return, that her 
 pride may be humbled. — The infolence of her car- 
 riage, and the perverfenefs of her temper, are in- 
 tolerable. 
 
 Jbka. Thou haft feen her, Mu!ey,does fhe juftify 
 Azim's defcription ? 
 
 Muley. She is referved, my lord, referved and 
 melancholy — but fhe is too gentle to be infolent. 
 
 Azim. Muley knows her not — Canft thou believe 
 it, mighty BafTa, the idea of furrend'ring her charms 
 to thee, and of being raifed to the honour of thy 
 notice, has never once foften'd her ill humour, nor 
 abated her melancholy. 
 
 Ibra. Indeed! \_Angrily\ Bring her to me in- 
 ftantly — yes, inftantly bid her come to my prefence, 
 and tell her — No — hold — i will receive her in myhall 
 of audience, dazzle her with my greatnefs, and aftonifh 
 her into love. 
 
 Laur. Ha, ha, ha ! Ha, ha, ha! 
 
 Ibra. Why that laugh, Lauretta ? 
 
 Laur. Ha, ha, ha! at your new invention of 
 aftonifhing people into love, — If you can contrive to 
 do tha', you will be the moft aftonifhing Bafoaiu in 
 all Turkey. 
 
 Ibra. How then ? 
 
 Laur. Grandeur and dignity to infpire love ! Ha, 
 ha, ha! they may infpire your pretty captive with 
 veneration and refpect — but veneration and refpeft is 
 an atmofphere fo cold, that loves ftarves in it. 
 
 Ibra.
 
 THH RUSSIAN SLAVES. 1$ 
 
 Ibra. What then mufl: I do to touch her heart 
 
 •with love ? 
 
 Laur. Affect humility; not greatnefs. You mult 
 become a fuppliant, before you can hope to be a 
 victor. 
 
 Ibra. Doit thou fpeak tiuth, my pretty Italian ? 
 — Thy country is the country of love, and thou 
 fhould'ft be an adept in the fcience. 
 
 Laur. Yes; I know the hillory of the hearty 
 and do aflure you, that you mufl become the Have of 
 your captive, if you ever mean to tafte the fublime 
 excelTes of a mutual pailion. 
 
 Azim. [contempt uoujly'] Mutual paffion ! Sir, 
 fhe is your (lave, command her ! Such bafenefs may 
 befit an Italian, but a muflulman is more fenfible to 
 •his dignity. 
 
 Jbra. f will hear you both further on thefubject 
 — The iron labour of the war is for a few weeks fuf- 
 pended — and during that ceflation, Pleafure ! I am 
 thine. Prepare your banquets, compofe new delights, 
 let every hour teem with freflvinvented joy?, till I 
 forget the toils of the fanguinary field, and bathe my 
 wounds with rofy-finger'd love. 
 
 [Exit tuitb part of his train. 
 
 Fat. Well, he's in delightful fpirits — But how 
 ftrange it is that the Ruffian flave fhou'd not have 
 prefented herfelf to welcome her matter, and to give 
 him an impreffion of her charms. 
 
 Laur. Stranger if fhe had, when nothing fiightens 
 her fo much as the idea of infpiring him with a paffion 
 —I am intetefied for her, and it is for this reafon I 
 iliall endeavour to make Ibrahim puifue a conduct 
 not ufual from a mighty muffulman to his flave. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Fat. Hark ye, Azim! What makes your lovely 
 countenance look fo grim, when we are all (b gay? I 
 declare your glum face fuits the day as Utile as a 
 black patch upon a gold robe — Change it, man, 
 change it! and don't be afraid of lofing any thing by 
 it, for you mull look carefully to pick up a worfe. 
 
 {Exit. 
 C Mulbv.
 
 14 A DAT IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Muley. Azim, fined faw thee laft, I have trod 
 the paths of glory — I have flumbered amidft the frofts 
 of the night, 1 have toil'd amidft the ftreams of burn- 
 ing day; but I return and find thee the fame. — With. 
 •me all things have chang'd, but thou art unalter'd.— 
 Thy temper, like the deep fhadow of the foreft, is 
 fometimes chequer'd by the dart of the angry light- 
 ning, but the ferene cheerfulnefs of the morning 
 dwells not with thee. 
 
 Azim. Well, and what then ? If you like me not, 
 thwart me not. There's room enough in Turkey for 
 thee and for me. — Let the crow and the vulture reft 
 on the fame tree ; but may thou and I live as far 
 apart as the ftreams of Ilyfius, and the waters of the 
 Bofphorus. 
 
 Selim. Surely thy evil difpofition muft be a 
 fcourge to thy foul — it muft be affliction to thee. 
 
 SONG, Selim. 
 
 Ah ! teach thy bread foft pity's throb, 
 
 And harmonize thy rugged mind, 
 Ah! terich thy lid foft pity's tear, 
 
 That gem of femiment refined. 
 Could'ft thou once know the tender bills 
 
 The fyn pathizing bofom knows, 
 When at meek forrow's facred touch, 
 
 Refponfive fadnefs round it flows-*- 
 No more thy brow wou'd wear that frown, 
 
 Thy glance no more fo flernlydart, 
 But joys would glitter in thy eye, 
 
 And peace cling gladly to thy heart. 
 
 \Extunt, 
 
 END OF THE FIRST ACT.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 1 5 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 SCENE An Apartment in the BassaV Palace. 
 
 Ibrahim dif covered, feated under a Canopy, Officers 
 and Staves attending. 
 
 Enter Mo ley. 
 
 Ibra. k3AY, valiant Muley, where are your prl- 
 fonet s ? 
 
 Muley Waiting at your threshold for admittance. 
 
 Ibra. Are they of rank ? 
 
 Muley. I fufpeft one of them conceals his rank 
 with the hopes of lowering his ranfom— the other is 
 his fervant. 
 
 Jbra. Bring them before me. {Exit Muley. 
 
 Re enter Muley i«;//&Or.loff andh. la Grbque. 
 
 IbrA. Who are you ? 
 Orloff. A foldier. 
 Ibra. The enemy of our faith. 
 Orloff. The enemy of thofe only who oppofe 
 the interelis of my fovereign — To chaftize them I 
 this morning bo'e a fword which your (laves won 
 from me, hardly ! Let them confider it as the nobleit 
 acquifmon of the day 
 
 Ibra. Chriftian, this air of intrepidity, when 
 
 amidft the foldiers of the Ruffian camp, might have 
 
 fuited thy condition ; thou art now a Have thyfelf, 
 
 acquire then that humility which becomes thy ftate. 
 
 Orloff. Difhonoura' le ! I dem nd my liberty. 
 
 A truce has been proclaim d, and 
 
 Ibra. Not till after thou wert captured • thou 
 
 art, therefore, by the laws of arms, fairly our pn- 
 
 • C 2 loner.
 
 1 6 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 loner. — Give him the flave's habit, and fet him t© 
 labour. Who art tbou F 
 
 A la Gr. Not a Ruffian, dear Sir, 'pon my ho- 
 nour, nor the enemy of your faith j 1 believe it's a 
 ■very genteel faith, and I have all the refpedt in the 
 woild for Turkilli gentlemen. — I never faw prettier 
 behav'd, prettier diefs'd people in my life — they have 
 as much politenefs and good breeding as tho' they 
 were my own counirymen. 
 
 Jbra. Of what country are thou ? 
 
 AlaGr. Oh, Paris, Sir, Patis. I travell'd into 
 Ruffia to poliili the brutes a little, and to give them 
 fome ideas of the general equality of man $ but my 
 generofity has been loft ;— they ftill continue to be- 
 lieve that a prince is more than a porter, and that a 
 lord is a better gentleman than his Have- O, had 
 they but been with me at Verfailles, when I help'd to 
 turn thofe things topfey turvey there ! 
 
 Ibra. Did you find them equally dull in other 
 refpecls. 
 
 A la Gr. Yes. Finding they would not learn 
 liberty, I would have taught them dancing, but they 
 feem'd as incapable of one bleffing as the other ; fo, 
 now / am led a dance by this gentleman [turning to. 
 his mafier] into your chains, in which, if I can but 
 dance myfelf into your favour, 1 fhall think it the bed 
 fiep I ever took. 
 
 Ibra. The freedom of thy fpeech does not dif- 
 pleafe me. 
 
 A la Gr. Dear Sir, I am your moft obedient 
 humble Have, ready to bow my head to your fandals, 
 and to lick the dull from your beautiful feet. 
 
 Ibra, Ha, ha, ha ! 
 
 A la Gr. Ah, ah! — {a ira ! — fa iral [Springing] 
 
 Ibra. Go, take thy late mafter into thy protection, 
 and fee if thou canft infpire him with thy own good 
 humour ; his chains will be the lighter. 
 
 A la Gr- Oh Sir, as to chains, 1 va'ue them not 
 a ruih ; if it is your highnefs's fweet pleafure to 
 load me with them, I fnall be thankful for the 
 honour, and dance to their clink— Blefs ye, Sir, 
 
 chairu
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 1?. 
 
 chains were as natural t'other day to Frenchmen as 
 mother's milk. 
 
 Is ra. Take them away. 
 
 lExit Orlofe, A la Greque, i$c. 
 
 Ibra. Well, Azim, where \% this lovely Ruffian? 
 
 Enter Azim* 
 
 Azim. Mighty lord, thy fervant dares fcarce pro- 
 nounce his errand. — She refutes to come. 
 
 Ibra. How! 
 
 Azim. 1 delivered your commands, T ordered her 
 on pain of death to appear inftantly befoie you, yet 
 fhe lti!l refuies. She talks of her kcred honour, and 
 1 know not what. 
 
 Ibra. [Paujing] Cold, — unimpaflTon'd, — not to 
 be awed, — and a (acred regard for her honour — Then, 
 at length, 1 (hall tafte the joy of overcoming resist- 
 ance. [ioitb an adion of pleafure] 
 
 Azim. What means my lord ? 
 
 (bra. I am fatiated, 1 am tired with the dull ac- 
 quiescence of our ealtein Oaves, and rejoice that I 
 have at length found one, who will teach me to hope 
 and to Jefpair 
 
 Azim. Mighty Balfa, (he will have the infolence 
 todefpife equally your threats and your love — Punifh- 
 ment ought to be infl died. 
 
 Ibra. Beware how thou endeavoured to weaken 
 her hauteur! I will abate nothing of her inflexibility, 
 I will be enamour'd of (corn-, hec cruelty fhall be my 
 triumph. 
 
 Enter Lauretta. 
 
 Azim. I fay then, my Lord. 
 
 Ibra. What! am I to be oppofed — retire, (lave! 
 
 Laur. Why do you not go ? have you nor leave 
 to depart ? Come, try trie frefh air, Goodman Whif- 
 kers. {pulling him out by the Jit eve) I declare, my 
 Lord, that bufy mtdling (lave is not able to c mdudt 
 an affair of this fort— but, Sir, if you will follow my 
 advice, I'll engage—* 
 
 C3 Ibra,
 
 iS A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Ibrvw I'll follow no advice — My heart fpurns-at 
 intrusions, and equally contemns both your leffons 
 and his— 
 
 Lau r. Upon my word, he's advanc'd a great way 
 in a fhort time— follow no advice ! \itfide\ 
 
 Ibra. There is a tranfpon which I have never 
 yet experienc'd, but which my foul longs to poffefs — 
 Yes, my heart languifhes to remove the timid veil of 
 coynefs, to foften by fweet degrees, the i«e of chaftity, 
 and to fee for once, referve facrificed at the altar of 
 tendernefs ; tbefe, cruel Love i are luxuries thou haft 
 never yet beftowed on me. [Exit. 
 
 Laur. So, fo! 'tis dangerous to give fome people 
 a hint, Ifindyl thought to have held the mafter-fpring, 
 and to have managed him like a puppet ; but prefto! 
 he's out of fight before I knew I had loft him, and 
 leaves his inftructor groveling behind — I muft feek 
 fome other field for my talents. 1 fee. [conftderirg] 
 Yes, I think, I think that may do — Muley, and 
 the other four, with our little Muftapba — Yes, 
 yes j with thefe half dozen, I'll weave a webb 
 of amufement to crack the fides of a dozen gloomy 
 harems with laughter — Mercy ! what a fleepy life 
 wou'd our valiant Baffa and his damfels lead, but for 
 my talents at invention. [Exi;. 
 
 SCENE Tbe Garden. 
 
 Enter Mustapiia, Azim, and Fat I MA. 
 
 Mus. All thy malice is not worth that, {/napping 
 bis fngers.'] 
 
 Fat. That's right, my little Muftapha, [patting 
 him on the /boulder \ don't mind him ; he's never happy, 
 but when he's plaguing lbmebody — What. has the 
 pretty Rufliin done to you, that you fliould be fo fet 
 on making her wretohed? 
 
 Mus. 1 tell thee Alexina mall not be made mifer- 
 ab!e whi.ft I have a hair in my beard. 
 
 Fat. There, do you hear, Mr. Sour Chops ? I 
 2m fine if alt the (laves who have the care of us, had 
 your ill-nature, I bad rather fink down into the con- 
 dition
 
 THE RUSSIAN. SLAVES, \g 
 
 dition of a water-carrier, than live in a great man's 
 harem. 
 
 Azim. I tell thee, that mould (he become the 
 favourite (lave, thou will repent ihy blind prejudice— 
 We (hall then all be in her power — tremble at her 
 revenge. 
 
 Mus. Tremble thou, whofe perfecutions will 
 make thee a proper object of her revenge — for me, 
 what will (he have to return me but offices of refpefl 
 and kindnefs ? Go, go, thy turbulent fpirit makes thee 
 hateful. 
 
 Voice [without] Fatima! Fatima ! 
 
 Fat. I'll come inttantly — And you (hall come 
 with me. [running up to Azimj Nay, 'tis in vain to 
 refit, there is a dozen of us in the next walk, and 
 we'll mou'd you into a better temper'd monfter before 
 we have done with you, I warrant. Selima! Bafca ! 
 come and help me. 
 
 Mus. Begone, I fay. 
 
 Fat. O, what you move, do you ? The creature^ 
 is mended already. [Exit, dragging out Azim. 
 
 Mus. So, my Lord EaiTa, that hafty itep, and that 
 eager look proclaim thy errand — I know thou wilt 
 catch the bird at laft; but I will keep the little 
 flutterer from thee as long as I can. 
 
 Enter Ibrahim, [hajlily], 
 
 ibra. Where is the Ruffian (lave ? the women 
 tell me (he fpends her hours in my guden, but I 
 cannot fee her here, though her fragrant breath feems 
 to falute me from the rofe trees, and her melodious 
 voice from amidft the bufhes, where the painted 
 fongtters pout forth their drains. Where is (lie, 
 Muftapha? 
 
 Mus. I faw her awhile ago at the right there 
 fomewhete, but m«y be (he's at the left by this time 
 1 here's no guellin^. 
 
 Ibra. Azim complains that (lie is an infolentand 
 fcornful beauty, not gentle, nor complaifant in the 
 leafr. 
 
 Mus.
 
 SO A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Mus. I'll follow the lead, and deftroy every wifhv 
 he may have to behold her [aftde] Ves, yes ; as to 
 infolence, march me her fellow if you can — Blefs us, 
 to fee the difference ! Why, my Lord, our Laftern 
 beauties are lb gentle, fo complying, they fcarcely give 
 you time to wiflv 
 
 Jbra. Thou fay'ft right [fmiling). 
 Mus. Pretty creatures! if a man does but look at 
 them, they drop hke a ripe cherry liom the bough- 
 No coldnefs, no difdain; but as to this proud Ruffian, 
 it would he ealier to march an army to St. Petetfburgh, 
 and whip the hmprefs through a keyhole into your 
 baggage waggon, than to fubdue her perulence. 
 
 Ibra Doll: thou ihink lo? Oh, ev'ry word thou 
 utrerett" gives new ardor to my hopes, new impulles 
 to my defires — i adore her. 
 
 Mus. Alack 1 alack! [nvifb furpri/e], 
 Ibra. Oh, Muttapha, my imag'nation paints her 
 till my heart grows firk with love! 1 fee the beauteous 
 -fcorner dart living lightnings from her eye, and her 
 cheek glow with cbafte difdain $ 1 weep in anguifh 
 at her feet, I implore her comp-.dlion — Melted with 
 my love, yet ftill rigid and reerv'd, I behold the be- 
 witching cor fiidt in her foul — i triuti ph in the dif- 
 covery, yet conceit my delight, ftill implote, ftili 
 complain, then feize fonie h ppy inftant, when her 
 whole foul is touch d, and boaft a victory indeed! 
 
 Mus. What then — What then, my Lord, you 
 are not dilpleas'd at her haughtinefs ? 
 Ibra. Difpleas'd! [fmi/ing]. 
 Mus. So. fo, fo! 1 have been driving on when I 
 thought I had been pulling back; fpurring a mettled 
 courier, and neglecting the check rein [afide]. 
 
 Ibra. Go on to paint her — pencil her in all her 
 tafcinating pride, deck her in the coldnefs which 
 dwells on the polar Alp ! My glowing foul fhall burn 
 at the dclcription, and blaze with the flercenefs of 
 newly tafted love. 
 
 Mus. Why, as to that — to be fure as to that, ihe 
 is as cold as the Alps, and all their fnow-balls — ihe 
 
 perfectly
 
 THE- RUSSIAN SLAVES. 21 
 
 perfectly make's one's teeth chatter at her. — But 
 then — 
 
 Ibra. What? [impatiently] then what ? . 
 
 Mus. Why, if truth muft be fpoke, there is, after 
 all, fomething oddifh about her. 
 
 Ibra. 'Oddifh! 
 
 Mus. Why now, my Lord, look at me— pray 
 look at me — Ay, my Lord Bafla, examine me well. 
 
 Ibra. To what puspofe? 
 
 Mus. Why, the ladies of your harem fay that 
 this fame beautiful Ruffian is exceedingly like me. 
 
 Ibra. Ridiculous! 
 
 Mus. Particularly about the nofe. [Ibra. /hews 
 impatience] Nay, there are handfome likeneiTes, my 
 Lord— I don't fay but that (he may be rather hand- 
 fomer, 
 
 Ibra. Thou art mad. 
 
 Mus. Not that ever I faw the Jikenefs myfelf— 
 except fomething in the fhape indeed — But there I 
 have the advantage, for her right fhoulder, and her 
 right ear, have too right an underftanding, they are 
 always together. Then her hair, to be lure it may 
 fuit fome people, but according to my fancy, the 
 colour is execrable. 
 
 Ibra. Wretch, wert thou a cbriftian, I fhou'd 
 believe thee intoxicated with wine — But I'll this in- 
 ftant feek the charmer, and judge how far— [going 
 
 Enter Selim en the appoflte fide. 
 
 Selim. My Lord, a MelTenger from the Diran* 
 
 Ibra. \jurm and ftamps) »What fay'ft thou ? 
 
 Selim. A meffage from the Divan with weighty 
 difpatches. 
 
 Ibra. I wifh they had been weightier, that his 
 fpeed might have been lefs — Let him wait and be re- 
 frefhed. [Jiill gsing~\ 
 
 Selim. rle is order'd to hurry your reply, and 
 to return without delay to the Sublime Porte. 
 
 Ibra. Impoffible ! I fay — 1 — would the Sublime 
 Pone were funk beneath their own lumber. [Exit. 
 
 SliLlM.
 
 %Z A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Selim. What is all this ? What does the wind 
 carry now? 
 
 Mus. [angrily] Whims and oddities of all forts 
 and colours — The humours of Bafias I find it is as 
 impofiible to guefs at, as at the weight of moon- 
 fhine 
 
 Selim. See ! Alexina is weeping in that arbour. 
 
 Mus. Blefs her! And her cheeks through the 
 mining tear, look, like carnations when they are firft 
 wafhed in the dew of the morning. — Retire for a mo- 
 ment. [Exit Selim.' 
 
 Enter Alex, from an Alcove. 
 
 Alex. O Multapha ! I have wicn.-fs'd thy kind- 
 nefs trembling and giateful — But, alas! what will it 
 avail ? The darknels of night hangs upon my foul— • 
 Hope has forf ,ken me ! 
 
 Mus. Ay, that's becaufe you did not grafp her 
 faft — Treat Hope as you would a favourite lover, 
 Lady ! never lofe fight of it. 
 
 Alex. Thou art light! 
 
 Mus. Even (o is hope — as light as one of your 
 own country rem deer — and to carry on the compan- 
 ion, it will whilk you like a reindeer over all the 
 bitter fr ifts or life: Buckie hone to, your fledge, and 
 you will travel over the tirefome wafte, difdaining the 
 bl-iit, and fmiling at the tempeft. 
 
 Alex. O that 1 could feize her ! But how is it 
 poffible within thefe walls? » hefe walls, the temple 
 of loofe defires, the abode of a 'yrant and his-flaves? 
 Muftapha! could'll thou efF.ft my dope? 
 
 Mus. There indeed, hope will give you the flip— 
 for I could as eafilv efcape into the air, and pluck a 
 feather from the flying eigle, as help you in that, and 
 to tell you the truth, my matter will not much longer 
 be dallied with. 
 
 Alex Dreadful words ! Thou canft not guefs at 
 their weight— -a tuu b!ing rock tocrufli this worthlefs. 
 frame, would not,— -could not give me half the 
 horror. 
 
 Mus. She frightens me— her eye is wild! 
 
 Alex.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 2J 
 
 Alex. I do fwear to thee, — thee! to whom my 
 fruitlefs vows were paid, never to forget that 1 am 
 thine — never to fuffer the flighted violation of our 
 facred love. — This [drawing a dagger} is thy furety. 
 To be ufed in that moment, when heav'n itfelf will 
 approve the fuicide, when applauding angels will nerve 
 my arm to ftrike the blow! and this vow, I call 
 thee, heav'n, from thy higheft throne, to witnefs and 
 record ! [Exit. 
 
 Mus. By ray turban, I hardly know where I 
 ■ftand. Women of different countries have different 
 fouls, I believe ; and I am fure this is the firft time this 
 fort of foul was ever in a hareui [ivalks a little and 
 a>nfiders~\. Come hither, Selim. 
 
 Enter Selim. 
 
 Mus. Go to the Janiff ry Heli, he has fent me 
 notice, that he has captured fome flaves and other 
 merchandize.— Tell him I fhail be direclly there, to 
 look at his women and his velvets. 
 
 Selim. So! then we fhaii have fome other 
 females, fate wi'ling to plague us. I fwear of all the 
 merchandize our traders deal in, that of women is 
 the molt troublefome and unprofitable — And our wife 
 and puiffant Baffa is as much out in his chart of 
 courtfhip, as he would be in that of the moon — ■ 
 Why, iie's as melancholy as a moping Spaniard on 
 theouifide of his miltrefs's grate. 
 
 DUETTE. Selim and Mustapha, 
 
 Deuce take whining, 
 
 Pouting, pining, 
 What jokes in all this pother, 
 
 If one wont do, 
 
 Nor let me woo, 
 I'd fit me with another. 
 
 If blue eyes frown, 
 
 I'd turn to brown, 
 Nor Iofe an hour in lighing, 
 
 Shou'd ,.11 the fex 
 
 Combine to vex, 
 They'd ne'er fee me dying. 
 
 SCENE
 
 24 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 SCENE A wide Court with federal unfinijbtd 
 Buildings. 
 
 [Slaves difcover.d at <work at a dijlance. Twojlaves 
 drive farrows acrofs the Jlage, and go off, followed 
 by A la Greque.] 
 
 A la Gr. Aye, wheel away, comrades — wheel 
 ■away ! Hang me if / do though. Til wheel no 
 more of their rubbilTi. Let the Baifa dig his own dirt 
 [o<verfetting the barrow]. Why, the fun here in 
 Turkey feems to mind nothing but how to keep him- 
 felf warm [feating bimfelf on the ground]. The 
 poets talk of his being a coachman by trade ; but 
 hang me if I don't believe he was a baker, and his 
 oven is always hot. — I wiili he'd make acquaintance 
 with a north wind now, for half an hour, or a good 
 ftrong fouth wefter.-— Lud, lud! how I do long for a 
 wind! If I was in Lapland, I'd buy all that the 
 witches of that country have bottled up for ten years 
 to come i fi ngs~\. 
 
 Blow, ye pretty little breezes, 
 Buille, buft'e midft the treefes. 
 
 Enter Azim. 
 
 Azim. How now, you lazy boar! What are you 
 feated for, and tuning your pipes in the middle of the 
 day? — To work — to work, firrah ! 
 
 Ala Gg. Tuning my pipes! Why, I like to tune 
 rny pipes — and I don't like to work, good Mr. MulTul- 
 nian — I don't indeed .' 
 
 Azim. Then you fliall fmart, good Mr. Chriftian 
 [Jhaking his whip.] 
 
 A la Gr. What, would you take the trouble to 
 beat me fuch a day as this? My dear Sir, the fatigue 
 wou'd kill you — I can't be fo unchriftian as to fuffer 
 it [Azim gives him a Jlroke], Nay, if you llrike, 
 [getting up] 1 (land. — Pray, Sir, what may be your 
 office in this place ? 
 
 a . Azim
 
 THE RUSSUtJ SiAYE3, 2$ 
 
 Azim. To keep you and your fellow-flaves to 
 their duty. 
 
 AuGr. And who keeps you to .yowr duty? 
 Azim. Who? why, myfelf to be fure. 
 A la Gr. Then I think yourfelf is a very Hl-fa- 
 vour'd fcoundrel, to oblige you to perform a duty fo 
 diftreffing to your politenefs. 
 Azim. You arean odd fifti! 
 A laGr. No, I am one of a pair — I have a 
 twin-brother juft like me. 
 
 Azim. The man who was taken with you ? 
 AlaGr. No— he has not fuch good fortune* 
 he's a Ruffian count, poor fellow! and was my matter, 
 —Gad, I could make you laugh about him. 
 Azim. Well! 
 
 A la Gr. About two months ago, Mr. Slaye* 
 ■driver, he^was married. 
 Azim. Weil! 
 
 A la Gr. A pretty girl faith, and daughter to one 
 of our great Ruffian boyards— a boyard ranks as a 
 marquis did in France, and as a laird ftill does in: 
 Scotland — I love to elucidate. 
 Azim. Well! 
 
 A la Gr. So, Sir, a few hours after the ceremony, 
 before the fun was gone down, and before the moon 
 had thought about dreifing herfelf for the evening—- 
 Whip ! his pretty bride was gone. 
 Azim. Where? 
 
 A la Gr. That's the very thing he would get at. 
 —Ma'am and he were walking like two doves in the 
 boyard's garden, which garden was border'd by trees, 
 which trees were border'd by the fea — Out fprings 
 from the wood forty Turks with forty fabres, and 
 forty pair of great monftrous whiflcers, which Co 
 frighren'd the bride, that inftead of running away, flie 
 fainted away, and ftaid there. 
 
 Azim. Hah, hah! then my countrymen had a 
 prize. 
 
 A la Gr. That they had, worth two Jew'seyes. 
 Six of them hurried offwith her to a Felucca, which 
 lay at the edge of the wood ; and all the reft employ'd 
 
 D my
 
 *5 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 my mailer. I fuppofe they would have had him too, 
 but the boyard, with a large party of triends, appear- 
 ing at the top of a walk, they thought fit to make off 
 with what they had. — Well, my matter's bridal bed 
 was, that night, the beach, where he (laid raving and 
 beating himftlf, as tho' he took himfelf for one of the 
 Turkifh ravi fliers. 
 
 Azim. Ha, ha, ha! thy (lory is well — fo, all 
 that night he walk'd in the garden — Oh, and the 
 nightingales, I warrant, fung refppnfes to his com- 
 plaints, and the melancholy wood-dove cooed in fym- 
 patheiic forrow. — It muil have been very pleafant, 
 
 A la Or. O, a pleafant night as could be; but 
 it cod him a fortnight's lying in bed ; for a hiding 
 hot fever laid hold of him ; ard the doctors, with all 
 their rank and file of phials and boluffls, could hardly 
 drive him out of his veins. 
 
 Azim. Well, now go to your labour [tzvirling 
 him round]. 
 
 A la Gr. O, my dear domine, I hive not finifh'd 
 yet. — I want to tell you how he join'd the army, to 
 have an opportunity of revenge, and how, in all the 
 fkirmifhes we have had, he has drawn more Turkifh 
 blood than 
 
 Azim. Go 1 you are an idle rafcal, and would 
 rather talk an hour than work a minute — Go, or I 
 will dra.v fome of thy French blood to balance ac- 
 counts with your matter. 
 
 Ala G r. Sir, you are extremely polite ; the mod 
 getleman-like, civil, courtly, well-behflv'd (kve-dri- 
 ver I have ever had the fefidty to encounter [takes up 
 the barro-w] My fervice to your Lady, Sir ! {.Azim 
 lajhes him off'.'] 
 
 Azim. The time he mentions, about two monthr^ 
 is about the period when our Felucca landed Alexins, 
 and'his account tallies exactly with the account of the 
 failors — Aye, it mutt be fo-— Now, would it add to 
 her mifery to know that her hufband is fo near her ? 
 I mutt confider, and (he (hall either know it, or not, 
 according to the effec 1 which I thirk it will produce. 
 —I know fhe bates me, and let her look to it. 
 
 Enter
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 2'/ 
 
 Enter Orloff, 
 
 My good Lord Count, pray be fo good as to take 
 this fpade in your hand — Dig you muft, and /hail — I 
 have had the honour to bring down as noble fpirits as 
 yours to the grindftone before now. 
 
 Orloff. InfiitSt your punifhments ! to thofe I 
 can fubmir, but rot to labour. 
 
 Azim. Why not? Has Nature made any diflinc- 
 tion between you and the reft of the (laves? Look at 
 yourfelf, Sir! — Your form, your limb3, your habit! 
 are they in aught different from the reft ? 
 
 Orloff. \baughtily~\ Birth hasmadea diftir.c- 
 tion ! 
 
 Azim. That I deny — The plea of birth is of all 
 others the moft fhadowy. There, at leaft, Nature 
 has been ftrictly impartial: the fon of an Emprefs 
 receives life on the fame terras with the fon of a 
 peafant. 
 
 Orlofp. Pride then, and Fortune, make diftinc- 
 tions. 
 
 Azim. True- but Fortune has deferted you, and 
 pray lecommend it to your prde to follow her, that 
 you may, without trouble, attend to your bufinefs.— 
 Here ! take the fpade 
 
 Orloff. [fnatches the Jpude and flings it down] 
 There, if you dare again infult me, I'll hurl thee 
 there, and tread on thee. 
 
 Azim. Now, if the BalTa had not cnmmanded me 
 to he gen<le to him, I would have beaten him with 
 thongs till his broken fpirit brought him to my feet 
 for mercy: but if I can't bend it, l'H torture it. 
 [a/ide] So, you think to mafter me, do ye i 
 
 Orlofp. I think not of thee. 
 
 Azim. No, I fuppofe — Ha, ha! — I fuppofe your 
 
 pretty wife is 
 
 Orloff. My wife— my wife — Oh, art thou ap- 
 priz'd that I had a wife ? [Azim grms\ Oh! ("peak 
 to me, tell me if thou know'ft her — Nay, turn not 
 from me ! — All the lineaments of thy face become- 
 
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 28 A DAY IN TU8KBY, OR 
 
 important — if thou wilt not fpeak to me, let me gaze 
 en them, and there gather my fate. 
 . Azim. Well, gaze and gaze! Cnn'ft thou there 
 read her ftory ? Dolt thou know <whe ther fhe breathes, 
 and tukere ? Doft ihou bthold thy lovely wife trium- 
 phant in a feraglio, or lubmiflive in a bathing houfe? 
 
 Orloff. Oh,\iilain! monfter ! neither. By every 
 glittering ftar in heaven, if fhe lives, fhe's chafte ! 
 \paufts and Jlrikes his forehead] Had 1 geld and 
 jewels, I would pour the treafure at thyft*?, but 
 now have mercy on me— -Oh, I befeech thee, tell me 
 if Alexinu lives. 
 
 Azim. Ha, ha, ha! if Alexina lives ! [laughs 
 again, then walks Jloiuly off. ] 
 
 Orloff. Nay, thou fhalt not avoid me— I will 
 purfue thee, kneel at thy feet, perform the moil 
 menial offices, fo thou wilt tell me of my Alexina j 
 
 A21M. [turning) Now, where are the diftin&ions 
 of thy birth? Do they prevent thy feeling like the 
 vulgarefl fon of Nature? 
 
 Orloff. Thou fhalt chide long, if thou wilt at 
 length foften the anguiilt of my foul — Oh, hear me, 
 hear me ! [Follows him tut. 
 
 INK OF THE SECOND ACT. 
 
 ACT
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 29 
 
 A C T " IIL 
 
 S C E N E I. The Garden. 
 
 Enter Mustapha. 
 
 VjOME along, I fay— Why, what do you itand 
 therefor? — O the difference of women f This is a 
 fEubborn one, 1 warrant her — Though Are faw me. 
 pay down trie money for her, ihe has not the leaft no- 
 tion that the's a Have— Well, if you won't come* 
 Madam, I'll fetch ye. — [.Goes out and re- enter s<with 
 Paulina, ntiv-drefs'd.\ 
 
 Pau. Law! how you hawl one — ' t 11 ye, I don't 
 l'ke to walk here— Let me alone, {Trying to difen- 
 gage ber band.\ 
 
 Mus. Come, come, Mi dam, none of your airs — 
 You mud here be obedient and civil — Come along. 
 The Janiflfary of whom I oought you, mid me you 
 was a good natured, complaifant oeature,. 
 
 Fad. Yes, but he was not Co rough as you are ? , 
 he made me throw away my peafant weed,, and gave 
 me all thele fine cloaths. See this tiffany, all fpotted 
 with lilver; look at this beautiful turban — He gave. 
 it me all ! 
 
 Mus. Why, rhat was only to fet off your beauty, 
 that you might tetch a better price; but 1 bought 
 you for your good humour onfy. Here is a fweet. 
 woman who pines and fighs till flie puts one in mind 
 of a myrtle bloflbm, all palenefs and fragrmce, 
 
 Pau. \iuitb qukknefs) What's, that to I ? I flip* 
 pofe 1 mall be pale and flagrant too, if I am to be 
 kept down by you. 
 
 Mus. Who wants to keep you down? Behave 
 yourfelf prettily, and you may live as merrily here as 
 fparrows upon a may-bufh. The gentle creature for. 
 
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 3° A DAY IN TURKEY, Of. 
 
 whom I bought ye, is your countrywoman, and I 
 guefs'"d you might divert her with your fenfible 
 prattle. 
 
 Pau. Ah, did you fo ? Why, you guefs'd as tho' 
 it was your trade then — for I am the moftdivertingeft. 
 creature in our whole village, and if I could but fee 
 my father, and brother Peter— 
 
 Mus. Well, if you behave difcreetly — I'll buy 
 your father, and brother Peter — 
 
 Pau. Buy ! buy ! Why, you talk of buying us, 
 as though we were baficets of eggs, or bales of cotton. 
 
 Mus. Yes, it is the mode here — Every country 
 has its fancies, and we are foJfond of liberty, that we 
 always buy it up as a rarity. 
 
 Pau. What, did you buy all thofe ugly men that 
 I fee at work yonder ? 
 
 Mus. Men! Make no miftakes, child — It would 
 be death for a man to be feen here. None ever ven- 
 ture a foot within thefe fhades. 
 
 Pau. No ! why then dojo« venture here ? 
 
 Mus. O, as for me, 1 — I — hold your tongue, 
 [angrily] and make no impertinent inquiries. 
 
 Pau. But I iu//7make inquiries. What do all 
 them there ugly men do here, 1 fiy ? 
 
 Mus. Why them there ugiy men were bought to 
 keep you pretty women in order. 
 
 Pau. In order! Why what controul have they 
 over us ? 
 
 Mus. Oh, they are guards and fpies; and are now 
 and then convenient at taking off a lady's head, or 
 fuiting her neck with a bowftring, when the whim 
 hnppens to ferze a great man, of amufin^ his feraglio 
 with a tragic gala. 
 
 Pau. Why, what wicked wretches you all are, 
 then ! Get out of my fight, do ! You look fo ugly I 
 can't bear ye, and if I was a great man, I'd firing you 
 ail together upon a rope that ftou'd reach from here 
 to Saint Peterfburgh. 
 
 Mus. Ah, you have a fpirlt, I (#e — Hark ye> 
 huffey [frizes btr ar.-n.] 
 
 Pau.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 51 
 
 Pau. O, dear heart, do not look fo ferocious ! I 
 really believe you are a female tyger. 
 
 Mus. Oread my claws then! See, here is the 
 gentle creature for whom 1 bought thee — had (he had 
 thy impertinence, flie might have pined in folkudc 
 for me. 
 
 Enter Alexin a, [Haftilj.] 
 
 Alex Nay, but it is — Impoffible ! And yet it is 
 i o ! Arc thou not Paulina, the daughter of my father's 
 vaiTal, Petrowitz? — Alas! thou art. Unhappy girl ! 
 whdt 
 
 Pau. Goodnefs, goodnefs ! If it is not the Lady 
 Alexins, may I be whipt ! 
 
 Alex. Dear Paulina, what dreadful defliny 
 brought thee hither ? 
 
 Pau. Deftiny do you call him ? {/ooAing at Mujla- 
 pha~\ Why, this place is all full of dreadful liellinies, I 
 think. Some with black whifkers, and fome with 
 grey ones. Was it this little odd defliny who bought 
 you too ? 
 
 Alex. Alas ! thy queflion brings back fuch a 
 rufh of forrows — Oh ! thou can'ft not be ignorant 
 that I was torn from mv hulband within the very hour 
 that made n e his, [-weeps] and dragg'd from blifs to 
 flavery. 
 
 Pau. I did not know that you was here — but I 
 am monfbous glad to meet you here — Lis theluckieft 
 thing — 1 have always been in luck ! 
 
 Mus. Yes, that compliment is a proof of it. 
 You are vaftly lucky there ! Well, go on, and aumfe 
 her, child — 1 mall enlarge your party prefently. 
 [Goes out.) 
 
 Pau. The little body is as pert as though it was 
 
 five feet high — Rut, lor all him, I will fay, my dear 
 
 lady, ilut I would not but have feen you here lor the 
 
 bedgown I have — Not even for this, though it is fo 
 
 fine. 
 
 Ai,ex. Hah, Paulina ! I fear that this drefs is the 
 mark of thy dishonour — I fear thou art undone ! 
 
 Pau.
 
 32 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Pau. Undone indeed! I think we are both un- 
 done ; to be biought into fuch an oJd, out-of-ihe-way 
 country as this — ha, ha, ha, ha. I have been here 
 but *n hour, and it feems an hund'ei. — In one place a 
 parcel of copper-colour crea ures, witnout tongues, 
 pop out, glaring with their Ciwcer eyes, and if you 
 want to talk and be a little fociable, t>a, ba, ba, is all 
 you can get — 1 believe they learnt their alphabet of 
 the fheep — Then in another co.ner — 
 
 Alex [impatiently] Pray referve your obferva- 
 lions — I have que (lions to afls, which tear my heart- 
 firings to pronounce — Speak to me of Oiloff — Ob, 
 my O, loff ! Speak to me of my parents. — Did they 
 fupport the moment wh ; ch dragg'd me from them ? 
 
 Pau. Truly as bad as you cou'd willi — At hft 
 "t was faid that my Lord, the Cunt, went into the 
 army, and there he has play'd about him valiantly I i 
 warrant he'll pay cheTuiks for robbing him of you, 
 though, may ne, they won't like his coin. 
 
 Alex Oh, preferve him thou, in whofe hand 
 remains the fate of battles! 
 
 Enter Must a p ha, ivitb Lauretta. 
 
 Mus. Here, I have brought ye Lauretta ; fhe h 
 a girl of enrerprife, and 1 have a fancy which her in- 
 tiiguing fpirit will biing to perfection. 
 
 Alex t\.\m ! how can fhe ferve me? Can fhe 
 reftore me to my country — to my hufband — ? 
 
 Mus. Fear her not — fhe has as many plots as. 
 dimples; fo 1 leave ye together — Stand oq one fide. 
 [To Pau> tvb'j is in b:s ivay.~\ 
 
 Pau. Aye, on any fide but your's, Mr. Deftiny 
 [croJ[e>] — I hope you and I fhall be always ac contrary, 
 fides. 
 
 Mus. So hope 1, Mifb Nimble Tongue ! For i£ 
 you were always befide me, 1 fhould foon be befide 
 myfelf. [Exit. 
 
 Laur. Deir madam, look a little cheerfully— L 
 have a thought in my head — Hark ye, my dear [to 
 
 Paulina]
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. j3 
 
 Paulina] — you are a Ruffian, I find— What foct of 
 lovers do your countrymen make ? 
 
 Pau. How fhould I know ? I never had but three 
 — One was old enough to be my father, fo, 1 ufed ta 
 kneel down and afk his bleffing — So, one day, he gave 
 me a curfe, and walked off. — The next was a fchool- 
 roafter, and he had fuch a trick of correction, that, 
 had 1 married him, I fhould have been in conftant 
 fear of the birch. — The third was a foldier — but as I 
 neither liked to follow the camp, nor to live a widow 
 bewitch'd, I made him beat ht3 march. 
 
 Laur. Brava! you difpos'd of them all like a 
 girl of fpirit, and yet, I think, had the cafe been mine, 
 I fhou'd have taken a march with the Inldier — I do 
 love (bldiers.— A regiment on its march always 
 makes my heart fhiver to pieces amongft a thoufartd 
 Caefars and Alexanders. [To Alexina] has the Bafla 
 feen you yet ? 
 
 Alex. He fent by Muley to command me to his 
 prefence, but I will fiift rufh into 'he arms of death. 
 
 Laur. Ha, ha, ha! fuch a lefoluiion in this 
 coun'ry ! Rather rufh io'c the arms of de-nh, than 
 into the arms of a handfome lover ! the notion is 
 exotic — it is an ice plant of the North — nnd our hot 
 fun will wither its honours, depend on't. 
 
 Alex. [Scornfully.] Are you the friend who 
 was to foot he my lorroivs? Alas! where fhali honour 
 be honour d t if tiie mouth of woman call on its con- 
 tempt .' 
 
 Laur. Ah, pardon my levity, for T mean to ferve 
 you. 
 
 Alex. In you, the contented inhabitant of a 
 feraglio, fuch a piof'anation ma) be paidon'd ; but 
 alas ! in the world., the grace of chaltity is fcarcely 
 longer acknowledged ! 1 have heard the wife ai;d the 
 daughter affix ricfcule to the name. O virtue 1 
 where canftthou expect worfliip, when the «peech of 
 the mation and the virgin unhalloivs thy facred idea? 
 
 Laur. I am not fo loft, but I can feel and. thank 
 you for your reproof ; and as the firft fruits of it, I 
 will labour for your efcape from a fuuation, which, 
 
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 34 A DAY IN TURKEY, OK 
 
 to you, muft be mifery indeed ! Buf, madam, we mult 
 confer alone — I intreat you to retire with me. 
 
 Alex. Alas! fo miierable is my fituation, that I 
 am obliged to accept fervices from thofe whom the 
 feelings of my heart wou'd knpel me to lliun. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Laur. \JIt Paulina, vjbo is following.] Ah! 
 not fo quick, mifs ! Do you ftay here 'till I return — 
 Stir nor, I charge you. [Exit. 
 
 Pau. Stay here, indeed! There is pretty good 
 care taken that one fhou'dn't run away. The walls 
 are as high as a cathedral, and fuch frightful looking 
 oddities prowling about, that a moufe could not run 
 trom one fhrub to another without obfervation— 
 How they all {tare at me ! So ! there's another of 
 them — He looks rather better than the reft — but I 
 fhall have nothing to fay to him. [Regards ber drefs, 
 tifr.] 
 
 Enter Ibrahim, followed by /laves. He turns and 
 /peaks to tbem iviib impatience. 
 
 Ibra. No more, no more of bufinefs. Let not a 
 thought of public duty here obtrude itfelf — I have 
 already facrinced thofe hours to it, due to a dearer 
 caufe. [The Jlaves retire.] And now for my re- 
 ward ! Now will I feek the charming obdurate, nor 
 ever leave — Hah! fhe is there ! The lovely fugitive— 
 I have found her — 1 have found her ! 
 
 Pau. Heigho! what Avail I do with myfelf! I'll 
 gather flowers for lady Alexina. 
 
 Ibra. x es, me has a thoufand charms, and my 
 heart is already in her chains. — How dared Muftapha 
 deceive me ? He talked of deformity— her form is 
 fymnietry itfelf, and her hair which he decried, is fit 
 for the bow-ftiings of the god of love. 
 
 Pau. Hang this fharp thorn, it has made my 
 finger bleed. 
 
 Ibra. [Advancing.] But you, charming Ruffian! 
 ft.il! mote barbarous, are born to make hearts bleed. 
 [Pau. leiki at bim attentively, tben tofjes ber bead 
 
 fcornfullj.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 35 
 
 fcornfully away.} W hat a true piclure they have 
 given me of her fcom ! Will you not fpeak to me ? 
 
 Pau. [Looks at him again.} 1 wonder at (bine 
 people. 
 
 Ibra. What doft thou fay? Oh, that mouth is 
 too lovely to becloffd fo ioon. 
 
 Pau. [Talking to her flowers.} You are very 
 pretty, and you are very fweet, but you are not com- 
 plete yet — Good Mr. What-dye-call — reach me that 
 flower that grows fo high. 
 
 (bra. With tranfport! [prefsnts the flower.] 
 iliall I arrange them for you? 
 
 Pau. Get along, do ! 
 
 Ibra. Teach me to do fomething that may not 
 difpleafe you. 
 
 Pau. Get out of my way, I fay. 
 
 Ibra. Do you know me ? 
 
 Pau. Not J, nor never defire to know ye — I wifh 
 I was out of this wretched place altogether, J know 
 that. 
 
 Jura. It (hall be the bufinefs of my life to make 
 you happy in it. 
 
 Pau. You ! ha, ha, ha. 
 
 Ibra. You are furely unacquainted With my rank, 
 and my fituation. 
 
 Pau. No, no — 1 know that. — Do hold your non- 
 fenfe. 
 
 Ibra. [IVith difpleafure.} Your haughtinefs I was 
 prepared to bow to, but 1 knew not how to meet 
 your contempt. 
 
 Pau Don't begin to redden at me — I mind ye no 
 more than I do this fallow leaf — There — fee — 1 blow 
 it, and away it flies — go after it — there lies your way. 
 
 Ibra. But not the attiaclion — You bid me go, 
 whilft your eyes chain me here.' 
 
 Pau. Then I'll fhut them — There — now how do 
 you like me? 
 
 Ibra. In vain you fhut your eyes, unlefs you 
 cou'd likewife hide that rofy mouth, thofe teeth, thofe 
 features, that foFm! I could love you though you 
 were blind. 
 
 Pau,
 
 36 ADAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Pau. Love ! What, can you love? Such a hard- 
 hearted — Tuikijk — creature as you love ? 
 
 Ibra. Can I ? yes, to diftra&ion ! It is not pof- 
 fible for me to tell you boiu I could adore you — 
 Whole days wou'd be loft in gazing on your charms! 
 I could hang on your breath like the humming-bird 
 on the vapour of the rofe, and I ihould drink your 
 glances, 'till my foul, fick with excefs of pleafure, 
 would leave Hie fcarce power to murmur forth my 
 blifs. 
 
 Pau. Now, what can he mean by all that ? I be- 
 lieve a bifhop could not talk tiner ! [Afide] I tell ye 
 what, milter, you may make grand fpeeches about 
 this and that; but I hate both you and your love ; 
 and if ever you teize me with it any more, I'll make 
 you repent, that I will \.fings~\. \ 
 
 SONG. PAULINA. 
 
 You think to talk of this and that, 
 And keep me here in filly chat, 
 
 But I know,, I know better. 
 There clearly lies, kind Sir, your way, y 
 Purfue it then I humbly pray, 
 
 And me you'll make your debtor. 
 
 Why, blefs my ftars, it's very odd, 
 That here upon this harralefs fod, 
 
 J cannot ftay in quiet. 
 But now you know fo clear my mind, 
 Mayhap you'll leave me here behind, 
 
 The path feems wide, pray try it. 
 
 Tbra. Charming fongftrefs! — I dare not poirfue 
 her. — How well fhe knows the power of love, to 
 treat with difdain the rn-in in whofe hands is her fate ! 
 Hah! would I fufifer her thus »o leave me, but that 
 at lad fhe tnujl be mine! Go then, lovely tyrant, 
 indulge thy fcotn, and treat me like an humble (lave— - 
 A moment comes when thou fhalt repay me ! [Exit, 
 Pau. [Coming dcivn] So ! he's gone .' 
 
 3 Enter
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 37 
 
 Enter Alexina, Mustapha, and Lauretta. 
 
 Laur.'. LLh ! fee what fweet flowers I have ga« 
 ther'd for you ! Why did you flay fo long ? 
 
 Alex. ' Oh, let me embrace thee! 
 
 Pau. What, all this for the flowers ? 
 
 Alex. No, for hope—for fcft returning hope ! 
 Paulina, the powerful Baffa is fhy flave— He loves 
 thee — I have witnefled yfrur interview, and blefs that 
 fortune which has done for me in an inllant, what, by 
 a train of auifkes, we meant to have procured. 
 
 Mus. Ah, but, you little rogues, 'tis I that have 
 done it, 'tis I that have brought abput all this, though 
 like fome other great actions, more is owing to chance 
 than (kill. 
 
 Pau. Why, what have you done to be fo full or 
 
 your brags ? 
 
 La uk. What, are you not fenfible of your hap- 
 pinefs ? To have fubdued the heart of one of the 
 hand-fomeft, and mo ft powerful men in the empire? 
 
 Pau. Men! — What are you talking about ? — Oh 
 then, that handfome man is not one of thofe odious 
 creatureswho bowuring us? Laws! how could I treat 
 the gentleman fo ? l'Jl run after him, and make ft 
 up. {running off] 
 
 Alex, [following an J holding her] Stay ! or you 
 undo me. 
 
 Pau. Well then, the next time I r ee him, I'll fell 
 him that I'm af.iam'd of ruyfelf ; and I'll try by all 
 due civilities to appeafe his anger. 
 
 Alex. Oh, not for wotlds — Still you will undo 
 me, my fate is in your hands. 
 
 Mus. Hark ye, my pretty maid, our Bafla, like 
 all. great men, has his fancies, he does not like too 
 much honey on his bread. 
 Pau. Laws! Ha, ha, ha ! 
 
 Laur. If yon-wifh to tetain his, heart, you mud 
 p'agueit — if you are tender vou'll lofe him. 
 
 Pau, Why, that's the way in my country too ; as 
 foon as our ladies grow fond, their lovers grow cold j 
 fo: all the world like the little Dutch painted man 
 
 £ and
 
 3$ A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 and woman in the weather box, when one pops out, 
 the other pops in — never in a mind. 
 
 Mus. Keep the leiTbn in your mind, and you may 
 be a great lady — only take care not to begin your 
 pops too foon. You fee fhe is apt, 
 
 Laur. O, as a parrot ! Come, my good girl, you 
 fhall goto my chamber, and I will give you the pret- 
 tier! lefTon you ever yet learnt — I'll teach you in half 
 an hour all the arts of a fine lady, and you fhall be 
 able to play on your lover as you wou'd on an harpfi- 
 chord. The whole gamut of his mind fhall be in your 
 pofTeflion, and every note of it obedient to your wifh. 
 Alex. Be attentive to her leflcns, my dear Pau- 
 lina ; perhaps my honour, and my felicity, depend on 
 your fuccefs — O preferveyour own innocence, and .be 
 the guaidian of mine ! 
 
 Pau. Preferve my own innocence ! Ay, to be fure 
 I will — for my father has rend (o me in niiny a good 
 book, which fays, that a woman, when fire lofes her 
 innocence, lofes her charms, and that, like a faded 
 rofe dropt from the tree, the loot of every paiTenger 
 will tread on her in her decay. O, who would lofe 
 their innocence! My dear lady, why, your eyes look 
 as bright again a>s they did when I fnft faw you. 
 
 Alex. It is bccaufe Hope hath (bed its luftreon 
 them. [Laur. leads ^Paulina.] My heait is 
 full ; my veins confefsa waimer flow, and the bright- 
 eft vi lions glides before me. O, nature! thou who 
 haft made us capable of fo much blifs, why is it thy 
 decree that we fhall link in forrow ? Why muft our 
 joys be fo often lhrivel'd by the cold touch of indu- 
 rating despair ! [Exit. 
 
 Enter Selim and Fat I ma. 
 
 Fat. Selim, was not that the Ruffian (lave who 
 depared as we er.ter'd ? Surely it was, and with a 
 look of plea fure! — 
 
 Selim. Pleafure ! I am glad to hear it. I am fure 
 her melancholy has thrown a gtoo.n over the whole 
 harem. 
 
 Fat.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 39 
 
 Fat. What an odd whim it is in our mafter to 
 grow fond of the mind of a woman! Did ever an/ 
 "body hear of a wcnnn's mind before as an object of 
 
 paffion ? 
 
 Selim. I don't underftand it, 
 * 
 
 D U E T T E. Selim and Faiika. 
 
 Give me (you) a femi'e foft and kind, 
 
 Whofe joy 'twould be ta pi feme (ye) j_ 
 The beauties of her previous mind, 
 
 Woiik! neither charm nor teize me (ye); 
 
 The dimpled cheek, and fparfeBrig eye, 
 To me (you) an wit and found (enk -, 
 
 And better worth a lover's figh, 
 Tlun ftores of mental ndmenie 
 
 The touch of honied velvet lips 
 h reafon and bright fctence, 
 And he who at that fountain dips, 
 May fcom the Nine's alliance. 
 
 END OF THE THIRD ACT, 
 
 E 2 ACT
 
 40 A D A Y I W T U R K E Y, O R 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 SCENE I — A $itadranj?le—On one Side of the 
 Square is a very high Garden IV all; behind which 
 
 are heard frequent Surfs of Laughter A la 
 
 Greqj/e is feen moving from Place t» Place, 
 trying to peep through. 
 
 D 
 
 A la Greque. 
 
 EVIL take the workmen who built the wa'l ! 
 Nut a chink or cranny can 1 find to (end in the thou- 
 fai d.h put of an eye-beam {laugh iviihm\. 1 here 
 thev go again ! Oh, you fweet tits you I I wifli J 
 •was one amongft ye. [Enter a Turk and crops ] 
 Hark ye, Mr. Gravity ! Is there no getting a peep at 
 thefe jolly girls? 
 
 Turk. No. 
 
 Ala Gr. What, are they never fuffer'd to be 
 feen by a handfome Chriilian young fellow like me ? 
 
 Turk. No. 
 
 A i,a Gr. D'ye thii k they'd take it amifs if a 
 man was to venture his neck over the wall, to get at 
 them ? 
 
 Turk. No. 
 
 A la Gr D'ye believe the B.fTi would forgive 
 fuch an innocent piece of curfofity ? 
 
 Turk. No. 
 
 A la Gr. F.gad, you manage your words riil- 
 creetly — Are you afraid your Tiock won't la if the 
 winter, fhou'd you fpend too many thefe fummer 
 months? 
 
 Turk. No. 
 
 A la Gr. Well done, my boy! Since you are lb 
 fond of the word, I'll give ye a long on the fubject. • 
 
 S O N G,
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 4 1 
 
 SONG, A i>a Greciue. 
 
 A pretty gemrnan once I faw. 
 The neighbours faid he ftudied law, 
 When full of grief, 
 In'shand a brief, 
 
 A poor man came, 
 Good Sir, he cried, 
 Plead on n>y fide, 
 
 The lawyer cartlefs anfwer d — No ! 
 
 A rich gown'd parfon wou'd you aik 
 To do a charitable talk 
 For Tom and Sue, 
 A couple true, 
 
 Who'd fain be tied, 
 With eye elate, 
 And ftrut of ftate, 
 
 The parfon/«r/y anfwers— No! 
 
 Should lab'ring honeft low-fed Dick, 
 In fpite of ftarving, very fick 
 To doclor fend. 
 By fome kind fiiend 
 To beg advice } 
 He ftraight will fee 
 No hope of fee, 
 And ten to one he anfwers — Ne ! 
 
 A Tenator you^afk'd to vote, 
 The dear red bock he knows by rote, 
 His country's good 
 He underftood 
 
 You had in view, 
 But fhou'd he find 
 No place defign'd, 
 His bow polite you know, meins — No ! 
 
 E 3 To
 
 • 
 
 42 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR- 
 
 To a young beauty wou'd you kneel, 
 And talk of all the pangs you feel : 
 With eye afkance 
 She'll Ileal a glance, 
 
 And blufhing figh, 
 But fhou'd you prefs 
 Her power to blels, 
 She'll whifper forth a trembling — N 7 o 1 
 
 Turk. I like your fong. 
 
 Aia Gr. 1 like your pnife. 
 
 Turk. And to reward ye, I'll fliew ye a place, 
 where, by the lelp or' loofe bricks, and good climbing, 
 I fomeri.nes get a fquint at the girls ; — : hough if it 
 was known, 1 fhould never fquint on this fide paradife 
 
 again- 
 
 A i.a Gr. Yon are an honeft fellow, and 'tis pity 
 you are a Turk — but it can't be heip'd, and 'tis to be 
 hoped a man may travel to heaven at la!*, rhough he 
 never leaves the Country in which he wns fwaddlcd. 
 —Come xiong ! [hurries bin off] 
 
 a 
 
 SCENE II. The Garden. 
 
 Enter female Slaves, finging *n.l betkoning to tbtir 
 companions, ivbo enter from of>f>ofile tuings all the 
 way up. During the fong others enter, dancing 
 
 to the mufic. 
 
 CHORUS — Of Female Slaves. 
 
 Come away ! come away ! 
 
 Companions lb g:*j • 
 Come away ! Come away ! 
 
 Companions fo gay ! &c. 
 
 SONG, and Chorus. 
 
 This is Freedom's precious hour. 
 Welcome, atrji fpoitive Mirth .' 
 
 We'll enjoy thee whilll we've pow'r, 
 Gne'toall thy whimfies birth. 
 
 Let
 
 TH£ RUSSIAN SLAVES. 43 
 
 Let the crofs ones burfl; with fpite, 
 
 We'll ne'er beetl their fhrugs or frowns, 
 
 Vary ev'ry fwee't delight, 
 
 While blythe Joy our labour crowns. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 Come away ! &c. 
 
 A la Gr. \/i em the top of the -wall) Kah ! hah ! 
 you little meny rogues, you'ie theie, are ye I 
 
 [The ivomen Jhriek, and all go off, except Lau r. 
 and Fat ima. 
 
 Laur. What audacity ! Prefuming flave, do you 
 know the consequence or your temerity ? 
 
 A L.i Gh Yes, I can guefs at it, that you are all 
 fet a longing, and are ready to afk me to come down 
 amongfr. you. 
 
 Laur. You are impertinent. [Exit. 
 
 Fat. Do y u hear, young man ? — " you are im- 
 pertinent'' — Yes, you are an infolenr, prefuming, au- 
 dacious — Iweet (ellow, hang me if he is rot. [Exit. 
 
 A la Gr. Ah, you fweet little faucy jade, come 
 under the wall, and blow me a kifs — You won't ! 
 Why get along then, you ill-humour'd baggages — 
 Hr, h ! what, you look back, do you ? You'd better 
 think on't, and turn — What, the grapes are Pur, aie 
 they ? Ah, ah! I underftand you — this is a fine pl-.ce 
 for the gypfies. lvm? me. if it is nor — Thefe Tuiks 
 hi'.e a life on'x— Such fine girls, and fuch fine gardens 
 — Whu ! v. ho comes here? This is another — Yes, 
 yes, I'll turn Tuik — Theic's nothing like it, I fee. 
 
 Enter Paulina. 
 
 A la G*. Hark ye, pretty maid — cctne this 
 way. 
 
 Pau- Gracious ! where can that voice cone 
 from ? I fee nobody, [running ahiut] 
 
 A la Gp. I lay, you lit'le rogue, i r — Why, how 
 can tliii be ? If my eyes are my own eyes, and if her 
 
 eyes
 
 44 -A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 eyes are hers, it is Paulina, the daughter of old Pe- 
 ttowirz. 
 
 Pau . [Clapping her bands.] As fure as that im- 
 pudent head was once on the flioulders of A la Gre- 
 que; who ever thought of feeing it on the top of a 
 Turkifh wall ? How came you amongft them ? Did 
 they buy you too ? 
 
 Ala Gr. Buy me ! No, I was taken fighting in 
 a little Ikirmifh, where 1 bad only time to difarm half 
 a dozen Turks, and kill a few BaiTas; and now the 
 cowardly rogues have fhut me up here, for fear 1 
 mould do them furthei mifchief — I believe they think 
 I have a defign upon the crown. 
 
 Pau. Law! only think of it. 
 
 A la Ga. Didn't you hear that the Grand Turk 
 had offer'd a reward for my head ? 
 
 Pa u Your head ! — Why, what could he do with 
 
 it? 
 
 A la Gr. Faith, I had no inclination to inquire, 
 fo 1 took to my heels and carried it off. 
 
 Pau. Then how came it there ? [pointing.'} 
 
 A la Gr. Didn't I tell ye that a whole army fet 
 upon me and my matter, and brought us 
 
 Pau. Mercy.' is your matter here, count Orlcff? 
 
 A la Gr. Js he? aye, lock'd up within the brazen 
 gates of this 
 
 Pau. Why, if ever 1 heaul the like — Wirhin the 
 fame gates is locked up lady Alexina, who was ftole 
 from him by thefe odious Turks. 
 
 Ala Gr. She here too ! Why, this place is like 
 the fick lion's den, where all the beafts of the foreft 
 aflembled together. 
 
 Voices [without] Help ! help ! here's a man talk- 
 ing to one of the female (laves. 
 
 A la Gr. I'll prove ye a liar in your teeth \goet 
 drxvn]. 
 
 Slaves enter. 
 
 Ism. Where is the man to whom you talked ? 
 Pau Man ! — Do men grow on the bullies in your 
 count! y ? There is no other way of a man's finding 
 
 hiaifelf i;i this garden, I fancy. 
 
 Ism
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 45 
 
 Ism. I heard bis voice — Let us drag her before 
 the lia ir». — Go you and fearch the gardens. 
 
 2. Slave. [Apart] Take ca.re what ye dc — 
 1 his is the new (live whom we were commanded to 
 treat with fo much refpeft — We lliall bring milchitf 
 on curfelves — Her woid will go further than ours as 
 long as Die's in favour. 
 
 Ism. I unt'erll.md yon — [turning] — I thought I 
 heard the voice of a man, — but iounds deceive one 
 —it might be a bullfinch perhaps — beg pardon for 
 themiibike, lady. [Exeunt Slaves, 
 
 F.AU. A man a bullfinch, ha, ha, ha I Thefe ftupid 
 creatures might be penuaded, I dare fay, that a 'cat 
 --,-•3 a green flipper. Well, how oddly rjririgs rum 
 out! ^-Little does lady Alexin* think he* hufband is 
 fo near her. — Hlft ! A la Greq-..t ! A la GrequYk-* 
 [Looking toward* tb-> up sf the wa //j — f fr a ! he'a 
 gone now— Well. I'll run and bl.Ts ^her wi:h the 
 news, and then take one more k<flon for my behnvieur 
 to the Bafla. — J fiiull be able, after that, to behave at 
 proudly as though n;y father were a rcble of the 
 land— Let me fee — How is it to be a fine lady ? Firft, 
 1 mud difgiufe" aJl the feelings of my heart — But how- 
 can J do fo without telling fit* ? V. ell, fine kdies 
 don't mind that.— Second, when he kneels-, I muft 
 turn from him, or hum a tur.e — 'hus — [bum 1 ?** Did 
 you fpeak to me, Sir ?— And when the charming 
 man — O Lord ! 1 fliall never do ir, as though 1 were 
 us'd to ir — When he attempts to kifs ine, I muft com- 
 plain of his infolence, and walk away in this manner. 
 [Walks of fcornfully.] 
 
 S C E N f, The Buildings. 
 
 Enter Azim, with other Slaves. 
 
 A71M. Shall we ftand by each other, brotheis ? 
 Will you be faithful ? 
 
 Ism. Aye, that we will j we muft do as you bid 
 us — You aie over us. By allowing that, we gene- 
 rally come over him. [To another.] 
 
 Aziw.
 
 4° A D A V IN T V R K E V, O R 
 
 Azim. Well then, you fee how the cafe ftands ; 
 ihe is coine wonderfully into favour, ar>d will, with- 
 out doubt, be reven j'd on us, for the Severities fhe 
 reeeiv'd in our lord's abfence. The BalTa has juft 
 now threaten'd vengeance to all who difpteafe her. 
 t Slave. Will U not difpleafe her then to be out 
 wto a prifon ? 
 
 Azim. Tis likely it may — but what i3 that fo ta ? 
 We can, whenever we determine to do fo, connive at 
 her efcape; and if we allow her to leave the palace, 
 flre'll readily pardon the prifon ; fo, ih.e'11 be gratified, 
 and we fmll be fkreen'd. 
 
 Ism. Well, welij let her be locked up as y- u 
 laid, and then pfrfuade him (Tie has efcaped. 
 
 2d Slave. We can dig down part of an old wM, 
 and drop a ladder at the bottom, ar,d then ii-wVt be 
 doubted. 
 
 1 Azim. Yes ; and that old tower will be a proper 
 p'ace to confine her in; then, if need be, ihe can 
 hereafter be produced, for I don't entirely approve of 
 poifoning her. 
 
 Ism. No, not at prefent — it may be more con- 
 venient hereafter— f// ilj]~- Where Hull we feizd 
 het ? 
 
 Azim. She is generally in the garden, and alone 
 — it will not be difficult if we watch for a moment 
 when Muftapha is abfent. 
 
 Slave. Here's fome one coming 
 
 Azim. Then let us difperfe feveral ways. People 
 who have a plot in hand mould never be feen together 
 —A flight of crows always proclaims a carcafe. 
 
 [Exeunt Je^-erally. 
 
 Enter Orloff folh*wed by A la Grlc^ue. 
 
 Orloff. Purfue me not, thou contemptible 
 wretch ! My forrows are too profound to be inter- 
 rupted by refemment at thy folly — Oh, mofc inhuman 
 fate ! To know that my Alexina lives, to know that 
 ihe exills in this province, and not to know ivhere — ■ 
 My chains are become heavy indeed ( — They are in- 
 supportable J 
 
 A LA
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 47 
 
 A la Gr. Let me life them for you, Sir — lean 
 rmke them jingle lighter. 
 
 Orloff. Begone, I fay? 
 
 A 1 a Gr. Well, I'll go — People often drive their 
 good fortune from them, like you. I mail only fay, 
 us 1 was faying before, that this houfe has a garden, 
 and that this garden has a wall, 
 
 Orloff. Oh, my charming bride ! could I but 
 cheer thee by my voice, could I but lefTen thy anguifli, 
 by fpeaking to thee my «wn. 
 
 A laGr Well, a luall — What is a wall to me ? 
 
 Orloff. Could I, each morning, when I gieet 
 its rays, behold but thee, I could bear to live even in 
 tVis wretched (rate, and every heavy night 1 could 
 creep to my ftraw pallet with lefs defpondency, 
 having firft received from thy fweet eyes, farewell ! 
 
 A la Gr. To be fare the wall is a high wall, and 
 a ftrong wall ; but it is hut a wail. 
 
 Orloff. If thou dareft mention the wall again. 
 
 A la Gr. Well, I won't then } but was 1 to tell 
 you, my Lord, what that waU contains, I really 
 believe you'd forgive all my ftucinefs for ten years to 
 come. 
 
 Orloff. Surely thou haft a meaning! What 
 would'ft rhou fay ? 
 
 A la Gr. A meaning! Aye, fiich a meaning? 
 
 Orloff. Oh, tiifle not! 
 
 A la Gr. Why then, in two words, I have 
 climbed the garden wall, and who do you think I faw 
 in rhe garden — Who do you think ? 
 
 Orloff. Ohfpeak! [grafping his hand] Speak! 
 my foul hangs upon thy words — Could'ft thou but 
 know what I feel ! 
 
 A la Gr. 7 hen, my Lords there, ns fure ;is you 
 loft your bride on the day of marriage, there I faw 
 the fair Paulina, daughter of old I'etrowiiz. 
 
 Or 1'iir. Oh! [ drops] 
 
 A la Gr. Men Dieu ! if the joy of that hr.s been 
 
 too much tor him, how wou'd he have borne it, if I 
 
 had feen his wife? [gees to him] My Lord — my Lord! 
 
 1 Why
 
 4$ A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Why he's as pale as death — I dare not tell him now 
 that Alexina is within a hundred yards of him. 
 
 Orloff. Bitter, bitter difappointment ! it has been 
 
 a flab to my heart — Barbarous vvietch ! [rifing and 
 
 Jeizing him] to raife and feed my hopes with fuch 
 
 artful cruelty, and then — but why do I talk to thee ? 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 A la Gr. So! what he is difappcintedihzn ! Why 
 if he would but have had patience, I was juft going to 
 tell him that his wife — but hang patience! 'tis a 
 fcurvy virtue, and not fit for a gentleman. / have 
 no patience to know there are fo many fine girls caged 
 up here for that greedy Dog the Baffa. I'll try 
 to pick a bone with him, though ; — and if I can once 
 Jay hold of one of his pullets, he fhall find it as 
 difficult to get her out of my fangs, as it would be to 
 make a judge dance, or a biihop cut capers. [Exit. 
 
 SCENE, The Prifon. 
 [Voices are beard without, ArtxnrA Jbrkks.') 
 Azim. [entering] Stop her mouth, and drag her 
 
 in. [Alexina is dragged in — her bnir difbemHl d.\ 
 Alex. Montleis! if ye are of the human race, 
 
 defift — O drag me not from day, and from my 
 
 huiband! < 
 
 Azim. This is your habitation, Madam, make the 
 heft of it. 
 
 Alex. At whofe command is it my habitation ? 
 Whit is my crime ? You aft without the knowledge 
 of your Lord — and if you do, doubt not his ven- 
 geance ! O, it is not po/Tible that he can authorize 
 this cruelty ! 
 
 Azim. Come, come. Madam, a few weeks fpent 
 here will quiet you a little — Your forrows won't be 
 half fo violent a fori night hence as they are now — 
 Let that comfort you. 
 
 Alex. A fortnight ! Oh, it is nn eternity! Death 
 is nothing to this. Draggd at fuch a moment from 
 light, and health, and hope! [running ivildly about] 
 O, Azim, my husband is here— my husband is at 
 hand ! 
 
 Azim
 
 1 II E RUSSIAN SLAVES. 49 
 
 Azim. Then let him get ye out, if he can. 
 
 Alex. O, beft of men, hear me ! [hneeling]Tel\ 
 him only that his Alexina is here, that he may walk 
 round my prifon, that I may hear his Reps through 
 the chinks of thefe difmal walls, and my foul flial! 
 blefs thee. 
 
 Azim. Oh, you are mighty humble now; yet 
 you know what infolcnce I have borne from you. 
 
 Alex. I meant it not — Oh, forgive me, forgive 
 me! Here, take this ling, let it pur chafe my forgive- 
 nefs. [ri/tng] It is rich, but not half fo rich as ihall 
 be thy reward, if thou wilt be my fritnd — if thou 
 wilt pity me ! 
 
 Azim. Well, I am fo far foften'd that I permit 
 thee to ufe the apartment next to this — It has more 
 air and light — I'll unlock it — its laft inhabitant had '$ 
 fourteen years, [ivhilfi he goes to unhck it, Alexina 
 clafps her hand's, and fixes her eyes tvi/J/j) There I 
 you {hall each day have your allowance of food re- 
 gularly brought; but wheiher you are ever releafed 
 or not, depends on yourfelf — Be patient ! That only 
 can ferve you. 
 
 Alex.' Patient ! Oh yes, I'll try to be patient, 
 though much I fear myhrain will be difturbed, 
 
 Azim. Well, you'll be dillurbed by nothing e'fe 
 — Your apartment will be quiet enough, whatever 
 your brain may be — Come, Madam. [Puts her in, 
 and puts the door.} There, fhe'sfafe, and that makes 
 us fafe. — Now, let us go and fix the rope-ladder, and 
 then fwear fhe has efcaped. Comrade-! They talk 
 of countries, where, what we have done, might be 
 punifhed by the law — but nut fear no punifhment 
 while we can deceive our matter. [Exeunt, /.tughing. 
 
 end of the fourth act. 
 
 ACT
 
 5° A DAY IN TURKEY, 0& 
 
 ACT V, 
 
 SCEN E, 
 
 A fpacious Apartment in the Harem. 
 Enter Paulina, running from the Top, 
 
 Pau. [Looking hack.] THE fweet man follows 
 me (till. Hah ! Lauretta Utile thinks the difficulty 
 1 have had to behave to him as tho* I hated him — 
 How hard it is when one lees a great gentleman, and 
 fb handlome withal, ready to die at one's feet, to be 
 forced to be fnappifli and ill natur'd — Laws! he's 
 coining here — Which way fhall I run next? [Looking 
 about.] 
 
 Ibka. [Entering] Oh, fly me not — yet fly [ 
 Even the tliftance yuu throw me at gives you a thou- 
 land charms", and whilft it tortures, it bewitches me. 
 
 Pau. [Afule] I do like to hear him talk. 
 
 1bi<a. You in. ile ! Ah, did you know the value 
 of t hole rofy fmiles, you would not beftow on me 
 more than oae in a thoufand hours — Each is worth a 
 diadem. 
 
 Pau. I fuppofe you hope by all this to make me 
 forget I am a capiive, and a flave [pretending to cry, 
 then turning mvay, laughing.] 
 
 Ibra. Yoo can be neither — It is I who am your 
 flive— You hold the chains of my deftiny — Ha! let 
 me catch your tears ! 
 
 Pau. I tell you once again, that I can never be 
 happy here — I hate the life psople lead in harems- 
 All is difmal, not even a window to the ftreet! No- 
 z thJng
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES- 5* 
 
 thing to look at but trees, and fountains, and great 
 whifkers, and black flaves. 
 
 IbrA. Could I but have the tranfport to touch 
 your heart, all thole objeds would give you new im- 
 predions— This hated harem would kern tramform'd, 
 and would become an enchanted p lace of pleafure. 
 
 Pau. But I tell you, 1 will never fuffer my heart 
 to be touch'd.— It is very hard that I mull belie my 
 tonfeience fo, my heart leaps every time 1 look at 
 him. [Afuh-] ' . 
 
 Jbra. Who knows what perfevermg, conilant 
 love may do? You may at length be foftend, at 
 length— Oh rapture ! confefs the delicious pain ! 
 
 Pau. [Ajide.] I long to confefs it now, it" I might 
 
 fpeak out. . 
 
 Ibra. Moft charming creature, dugn but to look 
 on me, fay onty that I am not hateful to you 
 
 Pau. Aye, that would be the trueft word I ever 
 (poke [efiJe]. But I will fay that you are hateiul to 
 me, and I do declare, if you ever fpeak to me about 
 love again— I— I don't know what may be the con- 
 fluence— I mutt get away, or all my fine leflons will 
 be forgot [a fide]. In that room yonder I fee ladies 
 finging and playing ; but don't you come to us now, 
 I charge you — I will not have you come, or i! you 
 do come in half an hour, not a wfod [hiking hack}--* 
 No, not one word about love. [Exit. 
 
 Ibra. Oh, if there is language in eyes, hei words 
 are falfc— Her lips forbid my love, but her eye in- 
 vites it — Charming fex ! who know how to m ke re- 
 fufal blifs ; and who can give delight even in deny ng ! 
 Half an hour did (he banifli me— Oh, I'll follow her 
 inftantly — Every moment fpent where fhe \i not, is a 
 moment not to be counted in my exiftence. [Going 
 —tfoife behind.] Ha ! what noife is that r [Puts his 
 band It his fcymeter.] The founds of violence in 
 the bofom of my retirement ! 
 
 Orloff. [Without.] Bafe flaves, in vain you 
 oppofe me ! Were your matter furrounded by inftru- 
 ments of torture, and minifters of vengeance, I would 
 
 force my way. 
 
 F 2 [Forcing
 
 ,i A BAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 [Forcing in, Slave: endeavouring to withhold him — , 
 after them, Muley enters. 
 
 Iera. [Fiercely.] Your way ! What, here ? 
 Thofe apartments, chritlian, are ficred ; and did not 
 1 pay fome regard to your fame as a foldier, and your 
 rank in the Imperial army, by Mahomet, your life's 
 quick dream iliould pay me for the infult. 
 ^ Orloff. Talk not of life, difhonourable man 1 
 Reftore to me my bride— Reftore— -but canft thou re- 
 (lore her? Oh, canit thou reftore to me the spot- 
 less angel, whom heaven's molt facred ordinance 
 made mine ? 
 
 (bra. Wretches ! allow a madman to invade my 
 retirement. 
 
 Orloff. Thy retirement^! Thy life, bafe Turk .' 
 jhall be invaded. No madman, but an injur'd huf- 
 band ftands before thee! Reftore her ! — Give her back 
 to mechalte as that morn, when trembling, blufhing 
 from the altar, I led her to parental fields — That 
 morn unbleft. 
 
 Ibra. Slaves! fpeak, declare whom 'tis he means, 
 or dread my vengeance — A fear hath feiz'd my foul, 
 that curdles all my blood — Should it be lb — fpeak! 
 [Furigufly ] 
 
 Muley. Might' Baffa ! We fear he means the 
 lovely Ruffian, who adorns your harem. 
 
 Ibra. Ah ! [wildly] Is fhe his imfet Chriftian, 
 art thou the hujband of the beauteous Have I love ? 
 
 Orloff. Love! Dai'ft thou give birth to filch a 
 phrafe ? Love ! Oh that the words had fcorpion's 
 treth to tear the throat which utters them .' 
 
 Is ra. .And art thou — O cunt difcovery ! It is too 
 true — My heart tells me it is true, and hares thee for 
 the conviction. Tear him from my prefence — 1 dread 
 the energies of my own temper — tear him away, left: 
 1 ihou'd itain my honour v/ith the bloodof her huihand 
 whom 1 adore. 
 
 Orloff. I will not flir — Give way to all your 
 vengemce — 'Vengeance would now be mercy. 
 
 Ibra.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 53 
 
 Ibra. Amid the agonies I fee thee in, thou art 
 my envy ! She is thy wife, me finely loves thee, and 
 pints to be reftor'd to thy arms— By what tortures 
 would I not purchafe with fuch a blifs — Bear him off, 
 I command— Yet hurt him not, but drag him from 
 
 the harem. 
 
 Orloff. At your peril, flave?. 
 
 [They drag him of.] 
 
 Ibra. And now, oh wretched Ibrahim ! whatre- 
 mains for thee ? A moment fince, the fruit of felicity 
 bent down within thy reach ; the branches were, 
 loaden with happinefs, and thy joys bioom'd forth in 
 tender bloflbrns ; but a hurricane is come, the tree is 
 torn up by the roots, and its fruits are devour'd by 
 difappointment. 
 
 Turk. Mighty Lord I is not the beauteous Have 
 within thy power? 
 
 Ibra. Wi:hin my power! No, (he is removed 
 from it for ever. As my fhve, I have undoubted 
 right over her ; but as the wife of another, (he is 
 facred. 
 
 Muley. Then remove her from your prefence, 
 and give her back to her adorning hufbind. 
 
 Ibra. Never! O virtue, in exacting that, thy 
 commands are too rigorous. Never, never can 1 fend 
 her from me — I will go this moment, and at her feet 
 Oh, I dare not — If I fee herl am loft — All bar- 
 riers, human and divine, wou'd fink before me — 
 Beholding her within my grafp, and the dread of 
 loling her, would be a conflict in which / fhou'd be 
 loft, and^f would be undone ! I fly from her — I tear 
 myfelf from the fweet enchantment — Oh wretched 
 hulband, I aflame, voluntarily the miferies I have 
 beftow'd on thee ! 
 
 [Goes off itiildly ; on the ftde oppoftte that, at 
 which Paulina ivent.] 
 
 Turk. Whit! runaway from the woman he 
 loves, when fhs is in his power ! She is his, and I 
 wou'd force her to mike me hippy. 
 
 Mulhy. His generous fpirit would abhor the 
 desd! What, though his ptflions are headftrongas the 
 
 F 3 mighty
 
 j4 aba? m turke t, o ft 
 
 mghty north; which fhakes the pyramid to its bafe, 
 and lifts the rooted for eft from the embracing earth, 
 yet will reflection like a celeftial minifter arrive, 
 and fcourge from his foul e&ch fpot and fordid tint, 
 that virtue ought to fcorn, or manhood blufh at. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 Enter Fatima and another Female Slave. 
 Fat. Ah! this room is luckily empty. So, bring 
 »n theBaflVs feat — Well let it up here before it 
 goes to the pavilion ; that we may judge of if — Come, 
 make hafte. {^fpeaking to thofe without] 
 
 [Two or three bring in between them a light 
 Jiool, on -which is a white fattin covering, 
 ornamented -with fejloons ; another brings a 
 fma/l white fattin mattrafs, trimm'd with 
 gold fringe.] 
 Fat. There, fet the (tool juft there — Now put 
 on the covering — Give me the mattrafs — Tr)ere, do 
 you fee how nicely it fits? Now bring the canopy. 
 
 [Slaves bring in a canopy ornamented with fef- 
 toons, gold fringe^ and taffels.] 
 Fix it juft here — There — that will do — Is it not 
 pretty? [walks round it] 
 
 2d. Slave. It is delightful ! How charmed the 
 Baffa will be when he fees it in his pavilion at fupper • 
 and he will praife borh our indutby and our talte. 
 
 Fat. Mercy! what's that node ? — Why — here 
 comes that impudent flave who was hanging over the 
 garden wall. 
 
 Enter feveral female Slaves hajlily, followed by 
 A la Greque. 
 
 A laGr, My dear pretty litrl? creatures, why do 
 you fly from me at this rate? Grant me one kifs to 
 fave my life,— for 1 am famifh'd. 
 
 Fat. That kifs would <oJl thee thy life, mould 
 it be known. 
 
 Ala Gr. Known .' [getting to a fmall dijlance, 
 and freaking at rant] Madam! what do you take 
 me for? Do you think that I, Madam, am a man to 
 
 betray
 
 THE R U S S I A N " 3 I. A V E S. 55 
 
 betray a lady's favours ? I, who have been well 
 leceiv'd by duchefles and marchionefl'es ? 
 
 Fat. {interrupting him] Duchefles and Marchio- 
 nefl'es! What are they ? 
 
 A la Gr. [in bis ufual tone] They were a fort 
 of female creatures, my dear, who once infetled 
 Paris. 
 
 Fat. And where arc they now ? 
 
 A la Gr. Now, my lweet charmer, there is not 
 one in the country, I mean of native growth; and if 
 the neighbouring nations do not now and then fend 
 them one for a fample, a duchels will be as rare an 
 animal in France, as a crocodile. — You lweet fellow! 
 [tbrc.vinghis arm round Fat im a ] 
 
 Fat. You bold fellow ! [breaking /torn him] Why 
 you are quite at your eafe. 
 
 • A la Gr. I always ami — and I'll fit down on 
 this pretty feat, and be quite comfortable. 
 
 Fat. You muftnot fit there — it is a feat made on 
 purpofe for the Bafla. [Tivo or three endeavour to 
 prevent him.'] 
 
 AlaGr. Well, can't you fancy me the Bafla? 
 lSih.1 
 
 Enter Lauretta. 
 
 Laur. Mercy ! mercy ! What, a man amongft 
 yt ? are ye all bewitched r 
 
 A la Gr. No ; they have only bewitched me — • 
 Ah ! you lively little rogue, [flying to her] — Come 
 here, and fit down by me, and you fhall be my Bafla- 
 efs. I like you bed of all. 
 
 Laur. If you like your own life — Fly fwifter than 
 the light. 
 
 A la Gr. [ri/tng] Wiihjowany where. 
 
 Laur. Stranger, this is no place for gallantry, or 
 for jefling ; are you not afra'd of death ? 
 
 A la Gr. Afraid of him? No — Death is an arif- 
 troate! and I am bound, as a Frettchmaii, to hate 
 him. 
 
 Azim.
 
 $6 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Azim. [without] Search every where, I fay— He 
 muft be hereabout— I faw him afcend.— Come this 
 way. 
 
 Laur. There! Now your careleflhefs or your 
 courage will be equally ineffectual. Unhappy Granger, 
 you are on the threfhold of death. 
 
 [The Jlaves clap their hands, andfeem agonized. 
 ift. Slave. We too are loft 1 
 A la Gr. Not unlefs I am found. What a doz^n 
 women without a trick to fave one man! Ah ! I am 
 fenfible of my imprudence too late. [Throws himjelf 
 on bis knees, turning firjl to one, then to another.] Oh, 
 fave me! fave me ! 
 
 Laur. What fignifies your kneeling? — yet, it 
 
 Jball fignify— Lower ! [pujbing him] Lower fti II ! reft 
 
 on your hands— R-ach that covering — quick — quick! 
 
 [They cover him ivith the drapery, matirafs, 
 
 &C. and place the canopy behind him. 
 
 Azjm. [Without] Come this way then — here he 
 
 nit ft have entered. [Enters •with others.] Fly all 
 
 of ye — hide yourfelves — A man is fomewhere in the 
 
 harem. 
 
 Laur, And what are we to fly for ? Is a man a 
 tyger, that we fliou'd be fo feared ? Who is he r" 
 
 Azim. The new French flave — Frenchmen, there 
 is no being guarded againft. — They make free e^ery 
 where. 
 
 Laur. At leaft they have made themfelves free 
 at home ! and who knows, but, at laft, the fpirit 
 they have railed may reach even to a Turkiin harem, 
 and the rights of women be declared, as well as thofe 
 of men. 
 
 Azim. Don't talk to me of the rights of women 
 — you would do right to go and conceal yourfelves as 
 I order'd ye— You, Ifmael, and Hafez go and fearch 
 the inner apartments, I'll wait here, with the reft, to 
 intercept him, fhould he efcape ye. 
 
 [TtcoJIaves go off. 
 Laur. o, we'll intercept him, never fear — you'd 
 better follow the reft. [Pujbing him ] 
 
 Azim.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 57 
 
 A /am. I choofe to wait here, ar.d I'll fit down, 
 for I'm horribly tired. 
 
 Laur. Pardon me, Mr. Azi n — 1 am going to (it 
 there myfelf, [Sift, on A la Grequc] 
 
 Azim. I fay I'll fit there, Mactam, lb get up. 
 
 Laur. 1 wonder at your impertinence. Surely 
 we may keep our feats, though we have loft our li- 
 berties. 
 
 Azim. lhave been walking ever fince i'un rife. 
 
 Laur. Then walk till it lets — Motion is health- 
 ful. 
 
 Azim. I fay I will fit down. — Give me the feat. 
 
 La or. A fit-down I woulJ give you with all my 
 heart, and fuch a one as -you fhould never forget • 
 feut this feat you fhall not have. 
 
 Azim. Say you fo — I'll convince you in a moment. 
 
 {Goes to Lauretta, and feizes her band to pull 
 her up. 
 
 Ism. [Without] We have found htir — We have 
 found him — There is a door fatlen'd on the infidc— 
 He muft be there. 
 
 Azim. Hah ! follow — follow — Now, we'll fiiew 
 a Frenchman what liberty is in Turkey. 
 
 [Exit ivlth the male Jlaves. Lauretta rifet 
 
 A la Gr. [Getting up tvitk the cowering about 
 him'] That fellow is certainly defcended from Cer- 
 berus, or an Englifh mafiiff". My precious burden, 
 how ili all I thank you ! Jupircr, when loaded with 
 Europa on his back, was not half fo much charmed 
 with her, as I am with you. [Slaves /peak without. 
 
 Laur. Wyfte not an intrant — They are return- 
 ing — Begone 
 
 A la Gr. Well, good bye then, and heav'n Mefs 
 ye all, and fend to each liberty and a husband! 
 
 [They pujh him off. 
 
 2d. Slavt. What a kind man he is! How happy 
 mud Frenchwomen be to have fuch lovers for hul- 
 bonns. 
 
 L«. u r. Yc s, my dear, they wou'd be fo ; but un- 
 luckily hulbands/Wff/ to be lovers — Let us run and 
 
 appeafe
 
 5 8 * DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 appeafe Mm, you hear he is loud, and his vengeance 
 may fall upon us— Hafte— bafte ! 
 
 P 11. , i Exeunt t>ajib, all but Fatima 
 
 i-AT. Ml m ,ke no haite about it. [Looking round 
 trre/Uuuty.] Hang me if I don't try to change a 
 word or two with that agreeable Frenchman-I fWd 
 like to know a little oi their cuftoms— Such an op- 
 portun.ty cm't happen above cnce in one's Iife-So, 
 Monfieur Az lm , ha, ha, ha ! What a fool he is now. 
 
 [Exit, 
 
 SCENE, The Garden. 
 
 Enter Ibrahim from towards the top, thoughtfully 
 jM™ duta f™U Dijlance by Mu L E v.— Hi fight 
 
 vitnnfT' • A, f s! myLord ' dare your flaw offer 
 you conlolation i 
 
 jbra. I can receive none. 
 
 Muley. J know that in affii&ons like your's, 
 there can be but one fupport, that i s in virtue-there 
 my Lord- I 
 
 ibra {Interrupting-] Yes, I have lefolv'd .'—She 
 ihall be facred— her chaftity for ever inviolate .' and 
 perhaps, i fight ng] perhaps I may hereafter reftore her 
 to her hufband, 
 
 M r V /t h Xv, That W ' i] be a WWVltfof triumph to 
 JWr/rfte When magnanimity thus conquers affliction 
 affl.aion may be envied.— Such a moment is the im- 
 pnuwtme of heaven on the purified heart— it is the 
 exaltation of virtue. 
 
 Ibra. O virtue! when I can do that, thou 
 may ft boaft a vido.y indeed ! When I canrefolve no 
 more to look on the foil radiance of her eyes— 
 V^ hen J can refolve to behold no more the natural and 
 unartful graces that adorn her— When I mall feek 
 thole groves in vain for that dear form ; when I fliafl 
 lilten, and hear her voice no more— then, then, O 
 Viftue! thou mny'ft boajl thy iriumph. [After a 
 
 paufe.]
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. $9 
 
 paufe ] Leave me, for night and folitude beft fait 
 the colour of my mind. [Exeunt. 
 
 Orloff appears at the top of the wall, ixibere 
 
 A la Greqjje bad before been feen, and calls 
 
 to bim.] 
 
 Orloff. Quick, pri'thee ! mount, and give me 
 
 the rope — O 1 thou art as flow as if this moment were 
 
 not the molt precious of my life ! As though this 
 
 garden did not contain my Alexina. 
 
 A la Or. [Appearing] Confider, I have but juft 
 had one efcape, my Lord, and another efcape may 
 efcape w<r— There j here's the rope, if you will be 
 fo venturefome — but don't blame me if they fhould 
 make you dangle at the end of it. 
 
 Orloff. [takes the end of tbe rope, and is let 
 down] There ! Environ'd with dangers as I am, this 
 moment is dear to me, and the firft, that for fucceed- 
 ing months has given my benighted foul one gleam of 
 comfort. 
 
 A la Gr. Well, my Lord, I leave ye to your 
 comfort — I am off— The very moon over my head 
 feems to fay, *' Sweet Monfieur A la Greque, your 
 mailer is very little better than a lunatic j fo, take 
 care ofjourfe/f"—\ am oft [goes dotvn]. 
 
 Orloff. Ye confcious walks, which the feet of 
 my Alexina have fo often prefs'd, ye bending trees, 
 whofe boughs have given to her beauties your foft 
 fhade ; ye fountains, whofe murmurs have fometimes 
 lull'd her forrows to repofe, my full foul greets ye ! 
 Hah ! furely her voice floated on that palling breeze 
 —No—all is (till. That pafling bteeze may bear 
 upon it's wings a thoufand notes, but none like hers. 
 O, thou pale moon, thou art not deck'd tonight in 
 half thy glories ; fhine brighter, put on thy moiKe- 
 d"ucive rays, to tempt my angel from her fad retire- 
 ment ! [Soft mufic at a difance,] Mufic in the gar- 
 dens ! Near that fpot then 1 (hall not fail to find her 
 — It is an abjuration her foul muft yield to, for her 
 foul is harmony. [Exit. Mufic continues a few 
 
 bars. 
 
 Pau.
 
 60 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Enter 1'aulina. 
 
 Pau. Where, where can the Baifa conceal him- 
 felf ? 1 am tired with feeking him — Can he be oflferra- 
 ed with me, that he flies me thus ? Alas! 1 feel I 
 could not hear to offend him — Oh, no, 1 could not ! 
 [Rnter Mustapha.J Ah, Multapha, haft thou feen 
 the Safla? 
 
 Mus. Not I — I have been taken up in watching 
 the motions of Azim, who, I am Aire, has fome plot 
 in hand, though I cannot divine what— Where is the 
 gentle Alexina. 
 
 Pau. [Pettilhly] I don't know — I havVt fee* 
 her a great while. 
 
 Mus. Nor I — I'll go in queftof her — Should the 
 Rafla have feen .her, I wou!d not give a cockle fhell 
 for our fcheme. [Going.] But what's the matter ? 
 Why you look as difmally as a widow at the funeral 
 of her thirteenth hufband. 
 
 Pau. I can't find the BafTa — I have been looking 
 for him 'tili my eyes ache — He flies me now, he does 
 indeed [fghing]. 
 
 Mus. Ay, ay, I underftand it — You would put too 
 much honey on his bread, though i gave ye the 
 caution — You have been too kind to him. 
 
 Pau. \juoith quicknefsl J am fure 1 have not. 
 
 Mus. Pho ! pho ! I know better — Have you not 
 learnt, child, that fondnefs is the molt cloying food 
 in the world ? Dafh your fweet fauce with acid, if 
 you would not have it pall upon the palate. 
 
 Pau. \_<dngrily\ So I did then — I was a3 crofs 
 as I could poflibly be — I never treated a gentleman fo 
 hard harted before. To be fure I muft fay, that at 
 leaving him, I told him — I told him he might felhiv 
 me. [Confufed ] 
 
 Mus. Ay, there's the cafe — You ivited him to 
 follow, and he in coutferuns away. [Angrily] 
 
 Fa u. Oh dear ! [Takes out a fan to hide her 
 tears.] 
 
 Mus. If I were a woman, wou'd / tell a man to 
 follow me ? {Snatches her fan.] This is the away you 
 
 rtiou'd
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. >5 I 
 
 ftioo'd treat 'em — " Keep your difiance, Sir — how 
 " canyon he fo rude? Fie! my Lord, it is quite 
 " iliocking ! \Very ajfedeJ and extravagant 'with 
 " the motions of the jan.~] Oh, monftrous! if ycu 
 *■* come nearer 1 fliall faint ! I bate yoti now, I do in- 
 " deed — J can't poflibly bear ye!" This, you fee, 
 would be graceful and captivating {throwing azvay 
 the fan.] 
 
 Pau. Graceful and captivating ! [IViibfurprife] 
 Mus. I tell ye, the women are all fools ! and if 
 the kveet rogues knew what they loft by fubftituting 
 rouge for blufhing, and an undaunted look for inodeft 
 timidity, we fliould foon fee all their affections fwal- 
 low'd by one, and that would be the affectation of 
 modefty. [Exit. 
 
 Pau. I hate affeCtation— - For all he thinks he 
 knows fo much, the next time I'll follow my own 
 way — I am fure I know as much of the matter as he 
 does. 
 
 Re-enter Mustapha. 
 
 Mus. [Peeping in through the -wing.] Remem- 
 ber the hint I gave you — If our mailer fhou'd fee 
 your countrywoman, all your hopes are gone in a 
 hurricane. You may as well attempt to catch a 
 hufband with bird-lime as to catch him after that ; fo 
 prevent it. [Exit. 
 
 Pau. How can I prevent it? Befides, Mr. Def- 
 tiny, I have good reafon to think, that as far as the 
 matter of beauty goe?, I am not behird hand with fhe 
 — Alacka-day! no, no, he has hit upon it! — As 
 fure as harvefl i« yellow, Lady Alexina has certainly 
 It en the BafTa, and he'll now be her adorer as he 
 calls it — May be they are now together, and he is at 
 her feet flghing, as he did to-day at mine-. — Oh, I 
 cannot bear it — The fight wou'd crack my heart- 
 things! Now 1 do feel that I dearly, dearly love 
 him — Oh mercy! he is here — he is here! 
 
 G Enter
 
 62 A BAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Enter Ibrahim mufi tig; feeing Paulina, farts. 
 
 Ibra. Oh Panlin?, ! ids thee, hide thee! At light 
 of thee every refolution tides, •>• d t e altar of virtue 
 feems to blaze no more [gazing on btr long]: Cruel 
 charmer! 
 
 Pau. Cruel! Oh no, my heart melts to fee your 
 diitrefs, and I am Cure ycu have no occafion for it. 
 
 Ibra. Why didft thou not at firft tell me thou 
 wert another's! Why fufrer my heart to burn v/ith 
 tumultuous love, to waite itftlf in glowing flames, 
 whilft thine beats only for another. 
 
 Pau. What orfherl? 
 
 Pau. fings. 
 ** Never 'till now I felt love's d^rt 
 
 '* Gueis who if was th.t ftole my hearr, 
 " 'Twas only you, if you'll believe me !" * 
 
 Ibra. O thou enchantrefs ! [Sinning baik.\ Thou 
 wife of O'bff! thou haft my foul in chains — drag it 
 not to pcii ui on ! 
 
 Pau. Why llmlJ yoc call me wife $/ Or/off ? 
 Oh, forgive me if I (peak too plain — My heart, my 
 whole hesrt is jour's. You have awaken'd its full 
 tender though", and you ih.ill fill it to the laft ! There 
 can be no other. 
 
 Jbra. Nay then, farewel to every dread ! Tho* 
 hell fhou'd gape beneath my feet, \ Jhrink rot — Rufii 
 fi.i my ff.til, almichty i.ove! abf.rb each faculty 
 and thotghf, for 1 am thrne 1 — [turning to Pau.) — 
 for I'a'ifl thine! [T brews himf elf prone ; then rifes 
 and ' cldjps her.} Tranfcendent moment J O, tlifs too 
 exquilile ! 
 
 Okvjff. [Rujbes in] Bafe woman! adulterous 
 villain ! [Preftnts a dagger to Ibrahim'.* breajl.] 
 
 IV ulina Jhrieks and runs off. 
 
 * Thefe lines were introduced by Mrs. Efen,— She fings 
 fbem without inilmrocnts, ahd they arc always followed by 
 rapturous appla,ufe. 
 
 z Ibra.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 63 
 
 Isra. Hah ! [zvre/h the dagger] my life aUack'd 
 —Ho ! fl .ves ! [Slaves rufi In from 'various tuitigs.] 
 Twue to-day ! Once in i ie. bofom of my harem, 
 and now in r!ie facred waiks of my garden — Seize 
 him [to the Jlaves, ivho obey}. Thy death fhall 
 expiate thy uouble crjme, 
 
 Orlo.ff. Doll thou think to give me terror: — I 
 welcome de-.th — I welcome" it 'midll tortures ! 
 
 "Ibra. Chriftian, thou know' it me not ! WJiilll 
 left to my felt", I could command myfelf ! My ardent 
 .pailions 1 could hold in chains, and fupprefs that love 
 which honour could not fan&ion — Hut thou ilialt 
 know when thus oppos'd, I own no law but in ill — 
 drag him away. [Exit. 
 
 Of.loff. Tyrant, I know that I foal] die; but 
 the bitternefs of death is pail — To live after having 
 Teen my wife embrace thee, and embrae'd — Oh mad- 
 nefs ! fpeedyour death, I tuili to meet it. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE, 7 A Prifon. 
 
 Enter A lex in* a thnugh the Tint. 
 
 Alex. Surely this is the darkeft hour of the night! 
 The dim light my fuliiary window afforded has long 
 been pad, and gloom and fdence every where prevail. 
 No found, no fuofftep, no voice of foft confoling love, 
 or weeping frieruiflup. Can I be her whom the beamy 
 fmger'd morn, till lately, ever rous'd to joy ? I, her 
 who not a fhert hour fince glow'd with delight — 
 whofe troubled fky felicity and freedom began to gild ? 
 Oh, the reverfe is too deep, loo direful ! 
 
 Voices [without j This wa) — make fuie the outer 
 g'te. 
 
 Alex. Hah] flaves and lights! perhaps they 
 come 'o end my wretched being — Ah ! nature '."brinks 
 at the idea, and whilll I a I moil drea.d to live, I fiy 
 from dcat'.:, by i<npulfe irrefillibh ! 
 
 [Exit httjlily through the fiat. 
 
 G z [Obi. off'.
 
 6+ A SAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 [Or loft is brought in by /laves ~\ 
 
 Slave. There, Sir ! Here you muft flay til! our 
 mailer hith determined on the fort of death you are 
 to Jie, for we have great variety in this country. 
 The bowftrrng h the eafieft you can hope for. We'll 
 le^ve you a lamp though, to fliew the tfparth jnt3, and 
 n ike your laft hours a little pleafant-— Wi/h your 
 honour a good night. [F.xeunt flaves, 
 
 Orloff. May this hour of bitternefs be fhort ! 
 Here, on the Sinty earth J'li pafs ir, and give to thee 
 •—difp&ir i the fleeting moments that remain. 
 
 [Tutt-ivs bimfdf an lb e ground* 
 
 Alexin A enters, fearful, from the flat. 
 
 Albx. What wretch can he be, who, in this 
 dreary place, is the victim of tyranny and defpotifm ? 
 [Advancing and looking over him] By every facred 
 power it is my hufoandj OrlofF — [feizing his band\ 
 my Orloff ! \,He ft arts up, throws her off, and flies to 
 the oppof.te ftde.] Doft thou diftruft thy fenfes ? It is 
 thy Aienina — thy wretch'd — happy Aiexina ! 
 
 Orloff. Abandon'd woman ! doft thou follow 
 me to my prifon to infult my laft moments ? Or doft 
 thou come to ?.d:F!inifter the bowl of death? 
 
 Alex. Heavens! what mean you? [rufbing 
 towards him with open arms,'] 
 
 Orloff. Nay, touch me not — By heav'n, rather 
 than be enfoideJ in thy adulterous embrace, I'll — 
 draws a dagger] O, my thoughts are defperate J 
 A-yold me if thou would'ft live. 
 
 Alex. Alas i F.ffl'tlion has m*de hrm mad. 
 
 O r L off. Oh ! [flings azvay the dagger.] 
 
 Alex Cr if thou art not mad, to threaten death 
 is needlefs. Be witnefs for me, ye celeftial fpirits, 
 that Fll not live an inftant to endure a hufband's bate 
 — All other miferies I've borne, bur this laft fubdues 
 me. [/notches up the dagger} Thou accufeft me of 
 
 crimes
 
 T li K R t' 5 S 1 A :: S L A V I 94 ©$ 
 
 dimes I fhudder at— Oiloff, i lu .els would not 
 dare 'bis blow. 
 
 Oru.Ofi'. fprijtgs forward, and feizes her arm\ 
 Die! Yes, thou ■mjit'lt to die'j bui let my fate come 
 firit — !■ rinaets nor — its l#ia?fters »re at b-arfB'i [g«z- 
 iwg- «* /Wj O, had 1 hot ffcefl tfoee i;: his amis, hud I 
 not h ard thv vow gl iVe o the tyrant. 
 
 A-i/feir. | ■ '■ rupting ta erly.] iVly vows! ah, 
 my OrloiF a be fii ot rudi -nee c ce more brekka in 
 on uiyaffl'dcd i'viii. I have never feen rhe B,;ffa — 
 Nay, look not thus inciciul jus — '.his dungeon proves 
 it — if am a prifonei here as.WeH as y.-.u, and was this 
 day brought hi* 
 
 Orloff.. [Gazing ivi.'d/y ] Oh Fate, fpare me a 
 ipoment! Sctrpely da e ! give \v:y ro the overpower- 
 ing thoHl h- ! vet it iKjrft be i>! it -was not rhee, 
 mybeuvn! wftym ! beheld in Ibrahiuj's arms — No, 
 it was another, and Alexina's pure! 
 
 Alex. As piro as at that Ucied hour, when at the 
 altar you receivM my virgin vow. ; and heaven is witr 
 nels th it this form has ne'er been pfeft'd in any arms 
 by chine. 
 
 Orloff. Clufping berj} fheh art thou dearer 
 in thcte prifon waifs, dearer in iftis thy faded beauty, 
 than when a b o'er pov.er'ci \\.y ienk', 
 
 beneath the haughty d hue where nr;t I woo-'d rhee. 
 
 Alex. How in itchier is the power of vi ruous 
 love! Having thu bee, having thus. once a • 
 
 been piefs'd to thy lond boioai, I am prepai'd for 
 death. 
 
 Orloff. Bch.)'' 1 ' they mean ihat we fliou'd die 
 together — The mihillejs of death are en^erin 
 
 [Going luiudtds the iving. 
 
 Mus. \_WiiboHt] Makefr.it t lie outer-gate — 
 bring hi n ai n ;. \J.n\ering Slaves bring in- Az U 
 in cbiins ; ibty "re j ■■ B'RETTA, FatI- 
 
 ma, and fe miles; male Jttftxs heating torch 
 thought we (hourd nick. yr.<\ ,.t I, id. Trie im ■ i 
 which y. u have been fo bufily fpreadin^ for a .other, 
 have at length entangled thyftlf. 
 
 G 3 La u ;•,.
 
 66 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Laur. Yes, my friend Azim ; I promis'd you -a 
 
 " fet doivn, and now I think you will have it. Joy 
 
 joy to Alexina ! 
 
 Mus. To Alexina and her lord. 
 
 Orl«ff. Ah! what mean ye? A tide of blifs 
 breaks in upon my foul, which y<t I dare not yield 
 to. ' 
 
 Laur. Fear not to trufl it? Our mafter hath 
 heard from Paulina your touching ftory, and hath fent 
 us to conduct you to his prefence. 
 
 Mus Go, Madam! and make room for your 
 petfecutor Azim ; — be fliall take your place here. 
 Alex. Fnrewel — farewel, ye dreary walls ! We 
 
 fly to light, to liberty 
 
 Orloff. To love ! 
 
 [Exit, leading Alexina, followed by part of the 
 flaves. 
 
 Mus. [To Azim.~\ Why you look a little ftrange 5 
 — pray make dee, Sir ; you are as welcome as though 
 ;ou were at home. [Bowing ludicroujly.] 
 
 Laur. Come, hold up your head, man ! and look 
 round "your now apartments. Examine the furniture 
 — .3 it not elegant ! Look through its fpacious win- 
 dows — are you not chaini'd with the profpecl ? Thou 
 ;tO;,flerl to this dreary abode thou wculdfi have 
 confign'd innocence and virtue. 
 
 Azim. O, that thofe curfed chains were off! — / 
 to be imprifon'd in a dungeon ! 
 
 Mus. Come, come — " a few weeks fpent here 
 
 " will quiet you a little." I have heard every thing 
 
 jroin your accomplice there. " Your forrows won't 
 
 " be half fo violent a fortnight hence, as they are 
 
 .'"' now — let that comfort ye." 
 
 Az i m . [ Furicujly . ] Dogs ? 
 
 Ivlus. Ee civil, and " I'll permit thee to ufe the 
 
 " srpirtment next to this — its laft inhabi'ant had it 
 
 •' fourteen years," you know. [Tauntingly.] Nay, 
 
 Vain tc fxmggle, dr?i him in! [Exit. 
 
 [Slaves
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 6j 
 
 [Slaves drag Azim in ; the dtor is font.'] 
 
 Laur. Ah! he's caught at laft. [Run; up to 
 the door.} Good night, my pretty Azim. [He rattles 
 his chains.} Good night— -I'll give ye a friendly call 
 once a month or fo, for the next ren years. [He 
 rattles.} Farewel — pleaianr fancies hang about your 
 dreams! [Exit; followed by the flames nvith torches ; 
 Azim rattling his cht/ins within.] 
 
 SCENE, The Bafa's Apartment. 
 
 Enter Ibrahim at top, leading Paulina. 
 
 Ibra. O, adored Paulina f what wonderful events 
 are thefe ! Thou may ft be mine! it is no. crime to 
 Jove thee. I have itruggled againft a paflion which 
 heaven had determin'd to reward. 
 
 Pau. It blefTes \vy heart to fee you fo happy ! 
 And fhall my father and brother be releas'd from 
 flavery — fTiall they ivitnefs my happinefs i 
 
 Ibra. They ihall partake it. Riches and honour 
 await thofe fo dear to thee. Lo ! they are here. 
 
 [The father and fon are introduced. 
 
 Pau. O, my dear father ! Peter ! what a day this 
 has been ! Here am 1 going to be a great lady, and 
 not the handmaid of a Jew, as you told me this 
 morning. [To her father.} 
 
 Father. My dear child, I cannot fpeak for joy. 
 Say fomething for us to the Bafla — we fhrink before 
 him. 
 
 Alex. [Without.] Haften !— O, mv Ortuff", let 
 us halten to his prefence. [Entering J M'ghty Ibra- 
 him, I no longer nemble to appear before thee; — in 
 the prefence of my hulband, 1 dare lo loo/t upon thee, 
 and to ifk. thy mercy. 
 
 Ibra. Mercy ! how poor the word! 1 give ye 
 inftant liberty, and in giving ye that, I give all, for 
 ye love ! What then remains to perfect your blifs! 
 
 Orloff.
 
 68 A DAY IN TURKEY, OR 
 
 Os.loff. Heareft thou, Alexina ? Ah J what 
 found-. — ihey rufh upon my foul in tianfpoir. 
 
 Ibra. Valiant Ruffian, I embrace thee! The 
 poniai'd you dircOed to my bread, hid it enter'd 
 there, would have pierc'd a heart, which, nmidir the 
 turbulencks of war, and tlie infatuations of a court, 
 has yet preferv'd its own mespect; — accept its 
 friend /hip! 
 
 Ordoff. With earneflnefs unfpeakable ; and I 
 return it with fuch gratitude and fervour, as becomes 
 a fcldier and a hyfband. 
 
 Ikra. Such charms, I could not have beheld 10- 
 fcnfibly. [to Alexlna] had I known them before Pau- 
 lina engroffed my heart — hut now, tint heart can 
 beat for her alone. To*- morrow you fhall heefcorted 
 to your camp, and I, to give that dignity to leve, 
 without which it finks intolowtft appetite, will make 
 this charmer mine, by facred rites. 
 
 Orloff. Mutinous Turk ! Love has taught thee 
 to revere marriage, and marriage mall teach thee ;o 
 honour love. 
 
 A r,A Gr. Why what ups and downs there are 
 in this world ! My lord, [to Orloff}} am ©ncf again 
 your moil duteous feivant — for fellow fl/ives, 1 per- 
 ceive we flv-dl be no longer — So theie g'jes my dig- 
 nity ! J'll make a bold puili for a new one tbcu 
 
 A/im, 1 find pardon me, my lord, [to Ibrahim] 
 
 Aairn, I find, is out of place, will your mtghtlnefo 
 beftow it on me, and make me your principal flave- 
 drher ? 
 
 Ibra. [Laugbirg. 1 What wotddft thou do ? 
 A laGr. Any 'hing, and every thing. I'd imi- 
 tate the fmack of Azim's whip, and roll my eves as 
 he dot-., to frighten your male flaves, and tra-r.sform 
 rnyfclf into a fat tin lent, with a canopy over my head, 
 to arnufe y out female (laves. 
 
 Ibra. Transform thyftlf into a fat- in feat, with a 
 
 •canopy nver -thy. hod — thou art bewildded. [To 
 
 Alexina] 1'ionounce, Madam, the fate of 'he p>0- 
 
 fl gate fltve, whofe villainy had neaiiv brought about 
 
 fuch dilallrous evenls— Shall he periflv ? 
 
 Alex.
 
 THE RUSSIAN SLAVES. 6$ 
 
 Alex. Ah, in this hour of felicity, let nothing 
 periiti but misfortune f Re the benevolent Muftapha 
 rewarded, and let Azim have frank forgivenefs. 
 
 Jbra. Charming magnanimity! if it flows from 
 your christian doctrines, fuch do£trines muft 
 be right, nnd I will clofely ftudy tbem. 
 
 Alex. [Stepping forward.} And may our errors 
 bsve frank forgivenefs too ! Beflow on us your fa- 
 vour, and make the day in turkey one of the 
 hsppicftof t\- happy feafon! 
 
 THE E N D,
 
 t 70 ] 
 
 EPILOGUE. 
 
 WRITTEN BY MRS. COWLEY. 
 
 SPOKEN BY MRS. ?OPE. 
 
 E: 
 
 ■ SCAP'D from Turkey, and from prifon fres, 
 Yet ftili a slave you frnll behold in me; 
 An Englifo (Live — (lave to your ev'iy pleafure, 
 Seeking your plaudits as her richeii treafure. 
 
 Whilfl: thus you feaft with cheering praife my ear, 
 'For our foft poet I confefs fame fear. 
 Perhaps you'll fay, — " Two marriages for love ! 
 •* Thus fooWih. female pens for ever rove ; 
 *' But give us, Madam, give us, real life, 
 * Who goes to Turkey pray, to fetch a wife?" 
 
 Critic ! a few months paft I wou'd allow 
 Your comment juft, but not, Sir Surly, now ! 
 For now we know a prince can crofs the feas 
 T' obtain a wife, a nation's hearts to pleafe. 
 M The age of chivalry" again returns, 
 And love, with all its ancient fplendour. burns ; 
 
 Yes 
 
 Tell ihe rapt Orator whofe magic pen 
 
 So late chavtifed the new found rights of men 
 
 Who feai'd that honour, courage, love were loll, 
 And Europe's glorbs in the whirlwind toft; 
 Tell him " heroic enterprise' {hall flill furvive, 
 And " loyalty to fex" remain alive; 
 44 The unboughl grace of life" again we find, 
 And " proud fubmiffion" fills the public mind ; 
 T'wards^f, now borne to Britain's h^ppycoaft — ■ 
 A hufband's honour, and a nation's bo ail. 
 
 41 7 u ft 
 
 >
 
 [ 7< ] 
 
 " fu/l lighted on this orb the <vifion fhines 
 
 11 Scarce feems to touch," and as it moves, refines ! 
 
 O, may llie long adorn this chofen ifle, 
 
 Where the beft gifts of fate unceafing fmile ! 
 
 ■u>u„„ <i nig ( /jg m 0rn jng flar" at vvond'rous height, 
 
 She loars at length beyond this world and night, 
 
 Still aiay your bleffings to her name be given, 
 
 While foft Hie fades into her native heaven ! 
 
 Those who rer.J will know, th.3t in the above Epilogue 
 ad! the paffages difringuifhed hy italics are taken from an 
 effuiion h.ipircd Ly another roya4 lady; — agitating the 
 lightning pen cf a man who in his head is all reason, in 
 his heart all sen's at ion. A men whom politics feized, and 
 feems to have dragged reluctantly from iovk. Let the 
 women of future times weave to his memory the faireft gar- 
 btais, and twine arr.idft laurels and rofes the name of Burke.
 
 INSTRUCTIONS for the SOPRA. 
 
 X HE canopy is compofed of two 
 umbrellas of white fattin, or fluff; the 
 upper one very fmall, each trimmed with 
 gold fringe, feftoons of flowers, and taflels. 
 The covering for the (tool, of the fame 
 materials, is made in the form of a ham- 
 mer cloth -, a white fatin mattrefs is laid 
 on it, trimmed with gold fringe.
 
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