Aur. The lives of all, who cease from combat, spare;
My brother’s be your most peculiar care: 
Our impious use no longer shall obtain;
Brothers no more by brothers shall be slain.—­
                                       [Seeing INDAMORA and MORAT. 
Ha! do I dream?  Is this my hoped success? 
I grow a statue, stiff and motionless. 
Look, Dianet; for I dare not trust these eyes;
They dance in mists, and dazzle with surprise.

Dia. Sir, ’tis Morat; dying he seems, or dead; And Indamora’s hand—­

Aur. Supports his head. [Sighing.
Thou shalt not break yet, heart, nor shall she know
My inward torments by my outward show: 
To let her see my weakness were too base;
Dissembled quiet sit upon my face: 
My sorrow to my eyes no passage find,
But let it inward sink, and drown my mind. 
Falsehood shall want its triumph:  I begin
To stagger, but I’ll prop myself within. 
The specious tower no ruin shall disclose,
Till down at once the mighty fabric goes,

Mor. In sign that I die yours, reward my love,            [To IND. 
And seal my passport to the blessed above.        [Kissing her hand.

Ind. Oh stay; or take me with you when you go; There’s nothing now worth living for below.

Mor. I leave you not; for my expanded mind Grows up to heaven, while it to you is joined:  Not quitting, but enlarged!  A blazing fire, Fed from the brand. [Dies.

Mel. Ah me! he’s gone!  I die! [Swoons.

Ind. Oh, dismal day! 
Fate, thou hast ravished my last hope away!
                          [She turns, and sees AURENG-ZEBE standing
                           by her, and starts.
O heaven! my Aureng-Zebe—­What strange surprise! 
Or does my willing mind delude my eyes,
And shows the figure always present there? 
Or liv’st thou? am I blessed, and see thee here?

Aur. My brother’s body see conveyed with care,
                               [Turning from her, to her Attendants.
Where we may royal sepulture prepare. 
With speed to Melesinda bring relief: 
Recal her spirits, and moderate her grief—­ [Half turning to IND. 
I go, to take for ever from your view,
Both the loved object, and the hated too.
                              [Going away after the bodies, which are
                               carried off.

Ind. Hear me! yet think not that I beg your stay;
                                           [Laying hold of him.
I will be heard, and, after, take your way. 
Go; but your late repentance shall be vain: 
                               [He struggles still:  she lets him go.
I’ll never, never see your face again. [Turning away.