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But lo! a messenger, whose reeking steed

Bears tacit witness to its rider’s speed,

Stops at the palace gate:—“Haste, haste, I bear

“Important tidings to the Sultan’s ear.”

Admittance granted, from his breast he drew

A scroll, and gave it to Alvante’s view:—

The Sultan open’d it—his steady cheek

Was little wont his inward thoughts to speak;280

But, as he read, his varying hue exprest

That Fury’s tortures rack’d his raging breast;—

Knit were his sable brows—his flashing eye

Shone like some orbit in a clouded sky;—

Fierce tow’rd his giant form, his hand of war

Stretch’d down to grasp his pond’rous scymitar;—

His sounding voice was like the thunder’s roll,

And all the hero swell’d his mighty soul:—

“’Tis well; the rebel boy shall rue the hour

“When first he dar’d to tempt Alvante’s pow’r:—

“Brav’d by a stripling! where is then this arm,

“At which whole squadrons fled with dire alarm?

“Am I not king? and shall this Ismael dare “To seize a crown which I alone should wear?— “No, never no! but hence—command Reylain “To draw our troops before high Tauris’ plain.” He ceas’d—but still his mutt’ring tongue, the fire Which flash’d his eye, declar’d his inward ire. While deepest passions o’er his senses came, The monarch’s musing, and the hero’s flame,300 Mingled with many a pang that conscience brought, To dampen courage, and t’ embitter thought.