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EUMENES, Governor of Damascus.
Caled, General of the Saracen Army. Herbis, his friend, one of the Chiefs of the City. ABUDAH, nert in command under Caled. Phocyas, a noble and valiant Syrian, privately DARAN, A wild Arabian, professing Mahometain love with Eudocia,
nism for the sake of the spoil. Artamon, an Officer of the Guards.
Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants.
Act, a Valley adjacent.
SCENE I.-The City.
Perceive it, and pour on such crowds, they blunt Enter LUMENES, followed by a crowd of people.
Our weapons, and have drained our stores of
death. Eum. I'll hear no more. Begone!
What will you next?
The valiant Phocyas leads them on-whose deeds
Herb. I fear it will be too late. Yes, I do pity them, Heaven knows I do,
Eum. (Aside.] I fear it too: Even more than you; nor will I yield them up, And though I braved it to the trembling crowd, Though at your own request, a prey to ruftians— I have caught the infection, and I dread the Herbis, what news?
Would I had treated—but 'tis now too late-
[Ereunt. Herb. News! we are betrayed, deserted; [1A noise is heard without, of officers giving The works are but half-manned; the Saracens
. Help there! more help! all to the Eum. True; they pretend the gates of Paradise eastern gate!
Stand ever open, to receive the souls 2d Offin Look where they cling aloft, like clus Of all that die in fighting for their cause. tered bees!
Pho. Then would I send their souls to Paradise, Here, archers, ply your bows.
And give their bodies to our Syrian eagles. 1st Offi . Down with the ladders!
Our ebb of fortune is not yet so low What, will you let them mount?
To leave us desperate. Aids may soon arrive; 2d Offi
. Aloft there! give the signal, you that Mean time, in spite of their late bold attack, wait
The city still is ours; their force repelled, In St Mark's tower.
And therefore weaker; proud of this success, 1st Offi. Is the town asleep!
Our soldiers too have gained redoubled courage, Ring out the alarum bell!
And long to meet them on the open plain. [Bell rings, and the citizens run to and fro in What hinders, then, but we repay this outrage, confusion.
And sally on their camp? [A great shout. Eum. No-let us first
Believe the occasion fair, by this advantage, Enter IIERBIS.
To purchase their retreat on easy terms: Herb. So—the tide turns; Phocyas has driven That failing, we the better stand acquitted it back.
To our own citizens. However, brave Phocyas, The gate once more is ours.
Cherish this ardour in the soldiery,
And in our absence form what furce thou canst; Enter EUMENES, PřocyAS, ARTAMON, 8c.
Then if these hungry bloodhounds of the war Eum. Brave Phocyas, thanks! Mine and the Should still be deaf to peace, at our return people's thanks.
Our widened gates shall pour a sudden flood [People shout and cry, A Phocyas, &c. Of vengeance on them, and chastise their scorn. Yet, that we may not lose this breathing space,
[Exeunt. Hang out the flag of truce. You, Artamon, Haste with a trumpet to the Arabian chiefs, SCENE II.- A Plain before the City. A ProsAnd let them know, that, hostages exchanged,
pect of' Tents at a distance, I would meet them now upon the eastern plain.
Enter Caled, ABUDAH, and Daran. Pho. What means Eumenes?
Dar. To treat, my chiefs! what, are we merEum. Phocyas, I would try
chants then, By friendly treaty, if on terms of peace That only come to traffic with those Syrians, They will yet withdraw their powers.
And poorly cheapen conquest on conditions? Pho. On terms of peace !
No; we were sent to fight the caliph's battles, What termscan you expect from bands of robbers! Till every iron neck bend to obedience. What terms from slaves, but slavery? You know Another storm makes this proud city ours; These wretches fight not at the call of honour; What need we treat? I ain for war and plunder. For injured rights, or birth, or jealous greatness, Cal. Why, so am I-and but to save the lives That sets the princes of the world in arms. Of mussulmans, not christians, I would not treat. Base-born, and starved amidst their stovey deserts, I hate these christian dogs; and 'tis our task, Long have they viewed from far, with wishing eyes, As thou observest, to fight; our law enjoins it: Our fruitful vales, our fig-trees, olives, vines, Heaven, too, is promised only to the valiant. Our cedars, palms, and all the verdant wcalth Oft has our prophet said, the happy plains That crowns fair Lebanon's aspiring brows. Above lie stretched beneath the blaze of swords. Here have the locusts pitched, nor will they leave Abu. Yet, Daran's loth to trust that heaven These tasted sweets, these blooming fields of plenty,
This carth, it seems, has gifts that please him For barren sands, and native poverty, Till driven away by force.
Cal. Check not his zeal, Abudah. Eum. What can we do?
Abu. No; I praise it. Our people in despair, our soldiers harrassed Yet, I could wish that zeal had better motives. With daily toil, and constant nightly watch: Has victory no fruits but blood and plunder? Our hopes of succour from the emperor That we were sent to tight, 'tis true; but whereUncertain; Eutyches not yet returned,
fore! That went to ask them; one brave army beaten; For conquest, not destruction. That obtained, The Arabians numerous, cruel, flushed with con- The more we spare, the caliph has more subjects, quest.
And Ileaven is better served --But see, they come. Herb. Besides, you know what frenzy fires their minds
Enter Eumenes, Herbis, and AxtanON. Of their new faith, and drives them on to danger. Cal. Well,christians, we are met, and war awhile,
At your request, has stilled his angry voice, Your clashing sects, your mutual rage and strife,
Have driven religion and her angel guards,
Like out-casts, from among you. In her stead, After so many troops you have lost in vain, Usurping superstition bears the sway, If you will draw off in peace, and save the rest. And reigns in mimic state, 'midst idol shows, Herb. Or rather to know first—for yet we And pageantry of power. Who does not mark know not
Your lives! Rebellious to your own great prnWhy on your heads you call our pointed arrows, phet In our own just defence? What means this visit? Who mildly taught you—Therefore Mahomet And why see we so many thousand tents Has brought the sword to govern you by force, Rise in the air, and whilen all our fields ? Nor will accept obedience so precarious. Cal. Is that a question now? you had our sum- Eum. O solemn truths ! though from an immons,
pious tongue !
[Aside. When first we marched against you, to surrender. That we're unworthy of our holy faith, Two moons have wasted since, and now the third To Heaven, with grief and conscious shame, we Is in it's wane. 'Tis true, drawn off awhile, At Aiznadin we met and fought the powers But what are you, that thus arraign our vices, Sent by your emperor to raise our siege. And consecrate your own? Vile hypocrite ! Vainly you thcught us gone; we gained a con- Are you not sons of rapine, foes to peace, quest.
Base robbers, murderersYou see we are returned; our hearts, our cause, Cal. Christians, noOur swords the same.
Eum. Then say, Herb. But why those swords were drawn, Why have you ravaged all our peaceful borders ? And what's the cause, inform us.
Plundered our towns? and by what claim e'en Eum. Speak your wrongs,
now, If wrongs you have received, and by what means You tread this ground? They may be now repaired.
Herb. What claim, but that of hunger? Abu. Then, christians, hear !
The claim of ravenous wolves, that leave their And heaven inspire you to embrace its truth !
dens Not wrongs to avenge, but to establish right, To prowl at midnight round some sleeping vilOur swords were drawn: For such is heaven's lage, command
Or watch the shepherd's folded flock for prey? Immutable. By us great Mahomet,
Cal. Blasphemer, know, your fields and towns And his successor, holy Abubeker,
are our's; Invite you to the faith.
Our prophet has bestowed them on the faithful, Art. [Aside.] So-then, it seems
And heaven itself has ratified the grant. There is no harm meant; we are only to be beaten Eum. Oh! now indeed you boast a noble title! Into a new religion-If that's all,
What could your prophet grant? a hireling slave! I find I am already half a convert.
Not even the mules and camels, which he drove, Eum. Now, in the name of Heaven, what faith Were his to give; and yet the bold impostor is this,
Has cantoned out the kingdoms of the earth, That stalks gigantic forth thus armed with terrors, In frantic fits of visionary power, As if it meant to ruin, not to save?
To soothe his pride, and bribe his fellow madmen! That leads embattled legions to the field,
Cal. Was it for this you sent to ask a parley, And marks its progress out with blood and To affront our faith, and to traduce our prophet? slaughter?
Well might we answer you with quick revenge. Herb. Bold, frontless men ! that impudently Nor such indignities--Yet hear, once more, dare
Hear this, our last demand; and this accepted To blend religion with the worst of crimes ! We yet withdraw our war. Be christians still, And sacrilegiously usurp that name,
But swear to live with us in firm alliance, To cover fraud and justify oppression!
To yield us aid, and pay us annual tribute. Eum. Where are your priests? What doctors Éum. No-Should we grant you aid, we must of your law
be rebels; Have you e'er sent to instruct us in its precepts? And tribute is the slavish badge of conquest. To solve our doubts, and satisfy our reason, Yet since, on just and honourable terms, And kindly lead us through the wilds of error We ask but for own-Ten silken vests, To these new tracts of truth—This would be Weighty with pearl and gems, we'll send your cafriendship,
liph; And well might claim our thanks.
Two, Caled, shall be thine; two thine, Abudah. Cal. Friendship like this
To each inferior captain we decree With scorn had been received : your numerous A turban spun froni our Damascus flax, vices,
White as the snows of heaven; to every soldier
A scimitar. This, and of solid gold
Pho. Where is the treasure of my soul ! Ten ingots, be the price to buy your absence.
Eudocia, Cal. This, and much more, even all your shi- Behold me here impatient, like the miser ning wealth,
That often steals in secret to his gold, Will soon be ours: look round your Syrian fron- And counts with trembling joy, and jealous transtiers !
port, See in how many towns our hoisted flags The shining heaps which he still fears to lose. Are waving in the wind; Sachna, and llawran, Eud. Welcome, thou brave, thou best deserProud Tadmor, Aracah, and stubborn Bosra
ving lover! Have bowed beneath the yoke-behold our march How do I doubly share the common safety, O'er half your land, like fame through fields of Since 'tis a debt to thee !-But tell me, Phocyas, harvest.
Dost thou bring peace ?-Thou dost, and I am And last view Aiznadin, that vale of blood !
happy! There seek the souls of forty thousand Greeks, Pho. Not yet, Eudocia; 'tis decreed by Heaven That, fresh from life, yet hover o'er their bodies. I must do more to merit thy esteem. Then think, and then resolve.
Peace, like a frighted dove, has winged her flight Herb. Presumptuous men!
To distant hills, beyond these bostile tents; What though you yet can boast successful guilt, And through them we must thither force our way, Is conquest only your's? Or dare you hope If we would call the lovely wanderer back That you shall still pour on the swelling tide, To her forsaken home. Like some proud river that has left its banks, Eud. False Hattering hope ! Nor ever know repulse ?
Vanished so soon !-alas, my faithful fears Eum. Have you forgot!
Return, and tell me, we must still be wretched ! Not twice seven years are past since e'en your Pho. Not so, my fair; if thou but gently smile, prophet,
Inspiring valour, and presaging conquest, Bold as he was, and boasting aid divine, These barbarous foes to peace and love shall soon Was by the tribe of Corish forced to fly, Be chased, like tiends before the morning light, Poorly to fly, to save his wretched life,
And all be calm again. From Mecca to Medina.
Eud. Is the truce ended ?
alas! renew its bloody rage, We well remember how Medina screened And Phocyas ever be exposed to danger? That holy head, preserved for better days,
Pho. Think for whose sake danger itself has And ripening years of glory!
charms. Dar. Why, my chiefs,
Dismiss thy fears; the lucky hour comes on, Will you waste time in offering terms despised Full fraught with joys, when my big soul no more To these idolaters ?-Words are but air;
Shall labour with this secret of my passion, Blows would plead better.
To hide it from thy jealous father's eyes. Cal. Daran, thou say'st true.
Just now, by signals from the plain, I've learned Christians, here end our truce. Behold once That the proud foe refuse us terms of honour;
A sally is resolved; the citizens The sword of heaven is drawn ! nor shall be And soldiers, kindled into sudden fury, sheathed
Press all in crowds, and beg I'll lead them on. But in the bowels of Damascus.
Oh, my Eudocia! if I now succeedEum. That,
Did I say if I must, I will; the cause Or speedy vengeance, and destruction due Is love, 'tis liberty, it is Eudocia ! To the proud menacers, as leaven sees fit! What then shall hinder, since our mutual faith
[Exeunt. Is pledged, and thou consenting to my bliss, SCENE III.- A Garden.
But I may boldly ask thee of Eumenes,
Nor fear a rival's more prevailing claim?
Eud. May blessings still attend thy arms! Eud. All is hushed around !-No more the Methinks shout of soldiers
I've caught the flame of thy heroic ardour! And clash of arms tumultuous fill the air. And now I see thee crowned with palm and olive; Methinks this interval of terror seems
The soldiers bring thee back with songs of triumph Like that, when the loud thunder just has rolled And loud applauding shouts; thy rescued country O'er our affrighted heads, and in the heavens Resounds thy praise; our emperor Heraclius A momentary silence but prepares
Decrees thee honours for a city saved, A second and a louder clap to follow.
And pillars rise, of monumental brass,
Inscribed -To Phocyas the deliverer,
Pho. The honours and rewards, which thou O no—my hero comes, with better omens,
hast named, And every gloomy thought is now no more. Are bribes too little for my vast ambition,
My soul is full of thee ! - Thou art my all Pho. Forgive me, thou fair pattern of all goodOf fame, of triumph, and of future fortune.
ness, 'Twas love of thee first sent me forth in arms, If in the transport of unbounded passion, My service is all thine, to thee devoted,
I still am lost to every thought but thee; And thou alone canst make e'en conquest plea- Yet sure to love thee thus is every virtue; sing
Nor need I more perfection.-Hark! I'm called. Eud. (), do not wrong thy merit, nor restrain it
[Trumpet sounds. To narrow bounds; but know, I best am pleased Eud. Then go and Heaven with all its angels To share thee with thy country. Oh, my Pho
guard thee! cyas !
Pho. Farewell !—for thee once more I draw With conscious blushes oft I've heard thy vows,
the sword. And strove to hide, yet more revealed my heart; Now to the field to gain the glorious prize; But 'tis thy virtue justifies my choice,
'Tis victory—the word-Eudocia's eyes ! And what at first was weakness, now is glory.
SCENE I.-The Governor's Palace.
Eum. I know thy friendly fears; that thou and I
Must stoop beneath a beardless rising hero; Enter EUMENES and HERBIS.
And in Ileraclius' court it shall be said, Herb. Still I must say, 'twas wrong, 'twas Damascus, nay perhaps the empire too, wrong, Eumenes,
Owed its deliverance to a boy:- Why, be it, And mark the event!
So that he now return with victory; Eum. What could I less? You saw
'Tis honour greatly won, and let him wear it. 'Twas vain to oppose it, whilst his eager valour, Yet I could wish I needed less his service, Inpatient of restraint
Were Eutyches returned Herb. His eager valour!
Herb. [Aside.] That, that's my torture. His rashness, his hot youth, his valour's fever! I sent my son to the emperor's court, in hopes Must we, whose business is to keep our walls, His merit at this time might raise his fortunes; And manage warily our little strength,
But Phocyas-curse upon his forward virtues ! Must we at once lavish away our blood,
Is reaping all this field of fame alone, Because his pulse beats high, and his mad cou- Or leaves him scarce the gleanings of a harvest. rage
Eum. See, Artamon with hasty strides returnWants to be breathed in some new enterprize! - ing. You should not have consented.
He comes alone!-O friend, thy fears were just: Eum. You forget.
What are we now, and what is lost Damascus? 'Twas not my voice alone; you saw the people
Enter ARTAMON. (And sure such sudden instincts are from Heaven!)
Art. Joy to Eumenes ! Rose all at once to follow him, as if
Eum. Joy! is it possible? One soul inspired them, and that soul was Pho- Dost thou bring news of victory? cyas'.
Art. The sun Herb. I had indeed forgot; and ask your par- Is set in blood, and from the western skies don.
Ilas seen three thousand slaughtered Arabs fall. I took you for Eumenes, and I thought
Herb. Is Phocyas safe?
Herb. [Aside.) My fears indeed were just. Herb. Nay, who's forgetful now?
[Shout, A Phocyas! A Phocyas ! You say, the people--Yes, that very people, Eum. What noise is that? That coward tribe that pressed you to surrender! Herb. The people worshipping their new diviWell may they spurn at lost authority;
nity. Whom they like better, better they'll obey. Shortly they'll build him temples. Eum. Ó I could curse the giddy changeful Eum. Tell us, soldier, slaves,
Since thou hast shared the glory of this action, But that the thought of this great hour's event Tell us how it began. Possesses all my soul.- -If we are beaten!.
Art. At first the foe Herb. The poison works; 'tis well—I'll give Seemed much surprised; but, taking soon the
[Aside. alarm, True, if we're beaten, who shall answer that? Gathered some hasty troops, and marched to Shall you, or 1?-Are you the governor?
meet us. Or say we conquer, whose is then the praise? The captain of these bands looked wild and fierce,