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At length, dear Prince, the fateful hour is come
Ah, Madam, what is this that you propose ?
What secret hindrance mars our happiness ?
You needs must know the pride of royal state-
I know that ever since one of
sultans, Proving the fury of a barbarous foe, Beheld his wife bound to the victor's car, And by all Asia dragg'd along in triumph, Few who succeeded him have deign’d to take The name of husband, jealous for their honour. But love to such vain laws disowns obedience; And, not to quote more humble instances, Great Solyman (than whom none of your sires, Whose conquering arms struck all the earth with dread, Raised to so high a pitch the Turkish pow'r), Casting on Roxelana eyes of love, Forgot the pride that was his ruling passion, And made her share alike his couch and throne, Though to that rank she had no other claim Than much adroitness and some little beauty.
'Tis true. But then compare his matchless might