The opprobrious words that I from him have borne. Lord Ran. Thus far I'll mediate with impartial voice; The ancient foe of Caledonia's land Now waves his banner o'er her frighted fields; The private quarrel. Glen. I agree to this. Ex. CCXXXVIII.-DIALOGUE.-THE BROTHER'S APPEAL. SALADIN, MALEK ADHEL, ATTENDANT. ANON. Attendant. A stranger craves admittance to your highness. Saladin. Whence comes he? Atten. That I know not. Enveloped with a vestment of strange form, His countenance is hidden; but his step, Atten. Thy royal brother! Sal. Bring him instantly. [Exit Attendant.] Now, with his specious, smooth, persuasive tongue, Fraught with some wily subterfuge, he thinks To dissipate my anger. He shall die! [Enter Attendant and Malek Adhel.] Leave us together. [Exit Attendant.] [Aside.] I should know that form. Now summon all thy fortitude, my soul, Nor, though thy blood cry for him, spare the guilty! [Aloud.] Well, stranger, speak; but first unvail thyself, For Saladin must view the form that fronts him. Malek Adhel. Behold it, then! Sal. I see a traitor's visage. Mal. Ad. A brother's! Sal. No! Saladin owns no kindred with a villain. Mal. Ad. O, patience, Heaven! Had any tongue but thine Uttered that word, it ne'er should speak another. Sal. And why not now? Can this heart be more pierced By Malek Adhel's sword than by his deeds? O, thou hast made a desert of this bosom ! For open candor, planted sly disguise; For confidence, suspicion; and the glow Of generous friendship, tenderness and love, For ever banished! Whither can I turn, When he by blood, by gratitude, by faith, By every tie, bound to support, forsakes me? Who, who can stand, when Malek Adhel falls? Henceforth I turn me from the sweets of love: The smiles of friendship, and this glorious world, In which all find some heart to rest upon, Shall be to Saladin a cheerless void,— His brother has betrayed him! Mal. Ad. Thou art softened; I am thy brother, then; but late thou saidst- Thou hast betrayed me in my fondest hopes! Thinkest thou I'm softened? By Mohammed! these hands Shall crush these aching eyeballs, ere a tear Fall from them at thy fate! O, monster, monster! The brute that tears the infant from its nurse Is excellent to thee, for in his form The impulse of his nature may be read; Mal. Ad. Go on! go on! 'Tis but a little while to hear thee, Saladin; And, bursting at thy feet, this heart will prove Its penitence, at least. Sal. That were an end Too noble for a traitor! The bowstring is A more apropriate finish! Thou shalt die! Mal. Ad. And death were welcome at another's mandate! What, what have I to live for? Be it so, If that, in all thy armies, can be found Sal. O, doubt it not! They 're eager for the office. Perfidy, So black as thine, effaces from their minds All memory of thy former excellence. Mal. Ad. Defer not, then, their wishes. Saladin, If e'er this form was joyful to thy sight, This voice seemed grateful to thine ear, accede Το my last prayer:-0, lengthen not this scene, Sal. This very hour! [Aside.] For, O! the more I look upon that face, The more I hear the accents of that voice, The monarch softens, and the judge is lost In all the brother's weakness; yet such guilt,— Such vile ingratitude,-it calls for vengeance; And vengeance it shall have! What, ho! who waits there! Atten. Did your highness call? Sal. Assemble quickly [Enter Attendant.] My forces in the court. Tell them they come To view the death of yon bosom-traitor. And, bid them mark, that he who will not spare His brother when he errs, expects obedience, Silent obedience, from his followers. [Exit Attendant.] Mal. Ad. Now, Saladin, The word is given; I have nothing more Without thy love, thy honor, thy esteem, Think not, either, The justice of thy sentence I would question. But one request now trembles on my tongue,- Not even that shall torture,—will it, then, Sal. Speak, then; but ask thyself if thou hast reason Mal. Ad. I have not! Yet will I ask for it. We part for ever; From the loved tongue which once breathed naught but kind ness. Still silent? Brother! friend! beloved companion Of all my youthful sports!—are they forgotten?— Smile at my agonies! nor hear that voice Pronounce my doom, which would not say one word, Would soothe the struggles of departing life! Look on my face,-thou canst not spurn me then; For the last time, and call him— Sal. [seizing his hand.] Brother! brother! Mal. Ad. [breaking away.] Now call thy followers. Death has not now A single pang in store. Proceed! I'm ready. Sal. O, art thou ready to forgive, my brother? To pardon him who found one single error, One little failing, 'mid a splendid throng Mal. Ad. O, stay thee, Saladin! I did not ask for life. I only wished Cries loudly for the blood of Malek Adhel. Pleased by my fate to add another leaf Sal. Thou shalt not. Enter Attendant.] Atten. My lord, the troops assembled by your order The mutes have fled; the very guards rebel. Can e'er be found a hand to do the office. Mal. Ad. O faithful friends! [To Atten.] Thine shall. Atten. Mine? Never! The other first shall lop it from the body. Sal. They teach the Emperor his duty well. Tell them he thanks them for it. Tell them, too, That ere their opposition reached our ears, Atten. O joyful news! I haste to gladden many a gallant heart, Sal. These men, the meanest in society, O, these can cast aside their vowed allegiance, Call back one danger which thou hast not shared, Which thy resistless kindness hath not soothed, |