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His head unarmed, as if in scorn of danger, Eum. Ha! from Eutyches.
And naked to the waist; as he drew near, [Reads.] • The emperor, awakened with the dan-
He raised his arin, and shook a ponderous lance; ger,
When all at once, as at a signal given,

* That threatens his dominions, and the loss We heard the Tecbir, so these Arabs call ' At Aiznadin, has drained his garrisons Their shouts of onset, when with loud appeal • To raise a second army. In few hours They challenge Heaven, as if demanding con- • We will begin our march. Sergius brings this, quest.

And will inform you further.'The battle joined, and through the barbarous Herb. [Aside.] Heaven, I thank thee ! host,

'Twas even beyond my hopes. Fight, fight, and paradise ! was all the cry. Eum. But where is Sergius? At last our leaders met; and gallant Phocyas- Mess. The letter, fastened to an arrow's head, But what are words to tell the nighty wonders

Was shot into the town. We saw him then perform ?—Their chief un- Eum. I fear he's takenhorsed,

O Phocyas, Herbis, Artamon! my friends! The Saracens soon broke their ranks and fled; You all are sharers in this news: the storm And had not a thick evening fog arose,

Is blowing o'er, that hung like night upon us, (Which sure the devil raised up to save his And threatened deadly ruin- --Haste, proclaim friends)

The welcome tidings loud through all the city. The slaughter had been double- -But, be- Let sparkling lights be seen from every turret, hold!

To tell our joy, and spread their blaze to heaven. The hero comes.

Prepare for feasts; danger shall wait at distance,

And fear be now no more. The jolly soldier Enter ProceAS, EUMENES meeting him. And citizens shall meet o'er their full bowls, Eum. Joy to brave Phocyas !

Forget their toils, and laugh their cares away, Eumenes gives him back the joy he sent. And mirth and triumphs close this happy day. The welcome news has reached this place before

[Ereunt Herb. and Art. thee.

Pho. And may succeeding days prove yet more How shall thy country pay the debt she owes thee?

Well dost thou bid the voice of triumph sound Pho. By taking this as earnest of a debt Through all our streets; our city calls thee faWhich I owe her, and fain would better pay.

ther; Her. In spite of envy I must praise him too. And say, Eumenes, dost thou not perceive

[Aside. A father's transport rise within thy breast, Phocyas, thou hast done bravely, and 'tis fit Whilst in this act thou art the hand of Heaven, Successful virtue take a time to rest.

To deal forth blessings, and distribute joy? Fortune is fickle, and may change; besides, Eum. The blessings Flearen bestows are freely What shall we gain, if from a nighty ocean

sent, By sluices we draw off some little streams? And should be freely shared. If thousands fall, ten thousands more remain; Pho. True- -Generous minds Nor ought we hazard worth so great as thine Redoubled feel the pleasures they impart. Against such odds. Suffice what's done already. For me, if I've deserved by arms or counsels, And let us now, in hopes of better days, By hazards gladly sought, and greatly prospered, Keep wary watch, and wait the expected succours. Whate'er I've added to the public stock, Pho. What! -to be cooped whole months With joy I see it in Eumenes' hands, within our walls?

And wish but to receive my share from thee. To rust at home, and sicken with inaction? Eum. I cannot, if I would, withhold thy share. The courage of our men will droop and die, What thou hast done is thine, the fame thy own; If not kept up by daily exercise.

And virtuous actions will reward themselves. Again the beaten foe may force our gates;

Pho. Fame-What is that, if courted for herAnd victory, if slighted thus, take wing,

self? And fly where she may find a better welcome. Less than a vision; a mere sound, an echo, Art. (Aside.) It must be so-he hates him, on That calls, with mimic voice, through woods and my soul!

labyrinths, This Herbis is a foul old envious knave,

Her cheated lovers; lost and heard by fits, Methinks Eumenes too might better thank him. But rever rixed: a seeming nymph, yet nothing,

Eum. (To Herbis aside.] Urge bim no more;- Virtue indeed is a substantial good, I'll think of thy late warning;

A real beauty; yet with weary steps. And thou shalt see I'll yet be governor.

Through rugged ways, by long, laborious service,

When we have traced, and wooed, and won the A letter brought in.

dame, Pho. (Looking on it.] 'Tis to Eumenes. May we not then expect the dower she brings

Eum. Well-ask that dowry; say, can Da- | To be a very tame obedient father. mascus pay it?

Thou hast already taught my child her duty. Her riches shall be taxed : name but the sum, I find the source of all her disobedience, Her merchants with some costly gems shall grace Her hate of me, her scorn of Eutyches; thee;

Ha! Is it not so !--Come, tell me? I'll forgive Nor can Heraclius fail to grant thee honours,

thee : Proportioned to thy birth and thy desert. Hast thou not found her a most ready scholar? Pho. And can Eumenes think I would be I know thou hast. Why, what a dull old wretch bribed

Was I, to think I ever had a daughter ! By trash, by sordid gold, to venal virtue?

Pho. I am sorry that Eumenes thinksWhat! serve my country for the same mean hire, Eum. No--sorry! That can corrupt each villain to betray her? Sorry for what? Then thou dost own thou'st Why is she saved froin the Arabian spoilers,

wronged me! If to be stripped by her own sons? - Forgive me That's somewhat yet-Curse on my stupid blind If the thought glows on my cheeks! I know

ness! 'Twas mentioned, but to prove how much I For had I eyes I might have seen it sooner. scorn it.

Was this the spring of thy romantic bravery, As for the emperor, if he owns my conduct, Thy boastful inerit, thy officious service ? I shall indulge an honest pride in honours

Pho. It was—with pride I own it-—'twas EuWhich I have strove to merit. Yes, Eumenes,

docia, I have ambition—yet the vast reward, I have served thee in serving her, thou knowest That swells my hopes, and equals all my wishes,

it, Is in thy gift alone--it is Éudocia.

And thought I might have found a better treatEum. Eudocia! Phocyus, I am yet thy friend, ment. And therefore will not hold thee long in doubt. Why wilt thou force me thus to be a braggart, Thou must not think of her.

And tell thee that which thou shouldst tell thyPho. Not think of her?

self? Impossible ! She's ever present to me,

It grates my soul—I am not wont to talk thus. My life, my soul! She animates my being, But I recall my words I have done nothing, And kindles up my thoughts to worthy actions. And would disclaim all merit, but my love. And why, Eumenes, why not think of her? Eum. O no-say on, that thou hast saved DaIs not my rank

mascus; Eum. Forbear-What need a herald Is it not so ? Look o'er her battlements, To tell me who thou art? Yet once again, See if the flying foe have left their camp! Since thou wilt force me to a repetition, Why are our gates yet closed, if thou hast freed us? I say, thou must not think of her.

'Tis true, thou'st fought a skirmish–What of that? Pho. Yet hear me;

Had Eutyches been presentWhy wilt thou judge, ere I can plead my cause? Pho. Eutyches ! Eum. Why wilt thou plead in vain ? hast thou Why wilt thou urge iny temper with that trifler? not heard

O let him come ! that in yon spacious plain My choice has destined her to Eutyches ! We may together charge the thickest ranks,

Pho. And has she consented to that choice? Rush on to battle, wounds, and glorious death, Eum. Has she consented! What is her con- | And prove who it was that best deserved Eusent?

docia, Is she not mine?

Eum. That will be seen ere long--But since I Pho. She is and in that title

find Even kings with envy may behold thy wealth, Thou arrogantly would'st usurp dominion, And think their kingdoms poor! and yet, Eu- Believest thyself the guardian genius here, menes,

And that our fortunes hang upon thy sword; Shall she, by being thine, be barred a privilege Be that first tried-for know, that from this Which even the meanest of her sex may claim? Thou wilt not force her?

Thou here hast no command—Farewell !-Sa Eum. Who has told thee so?

stay, I would force her to be happy.

Or hence and join the foe-thou hast thy choice. Pho. Thou canst not.

[Exit Eumenes. What happiness subsists in loss of freedom? Pho. Spurned and degraded !- Proud, unThe guest, constrained, but murmurs at the ban- grateful man ! quet;

Am I a bubble then, blown

up by thee, Nur thanks his host, but starves amidst abun- And tossed into the air to make thee sport? dance.

Hence to the foe! 'Tis well-Eudocia, Eum. 'Tis well, young man—Why then, I'll Oh, I will see thee, thou wronged excellence ! learn from the

But how to speak thy wrongs, or my disgrace






Impossible! Oh, rather let me walk

But I have done and now thou hast my story, Like a dumb ghost, and burst my heart in silence. Is there a creature so accurst as Phocyas?

[Erit. Eud. And can it be? Is this then thy reward?

O Phocyas! never wouldst thou tell me yet SCENE II.-The Garden.

That thou hadst wounds; now I must feel them Enter EUDOCIA.

For is it not for me that thou hast borne this? Eud. Why must we meet by stealth, like guil- What else could be thy crime?-Wert thou a ty lovers!

traitor, But 'twill not long be so- -What joy it will be Had'st thou betrayed us, sold us to the foe To own my hero in his ripened honours,

Pho. Would I be yet a traitor, I have leave; And hear applauding crowds pronounce me blest! Nay, I am dared to it with mocking scorn. Sure he'll be here - See the fair rising moon, My crime indeed was asking thee; that only Ere day's remaining twilight scarce is spent, Has cancelled all, if I had any merit! Hangs up her ready lamp, and with mild lustre The city now is safe, my service slighted, Drives back the hovering shade! Come, Phocy- | And I discarded, like an useless thing, as, come;

Nay, bid begone- -and, if I like that better, This gentle season is a friend to love;

Seek out new friends, and join yon barbarous And now, methinks, I could with equal passion,

host. Meet thine, and tell thee all my secret soul. Eud. Hold- let me think a while

[Walks aside. Enter PHOCYAS.

Though my heart bleed, He hears me— my Phocyas I-What-not an- I would not have hiin see these dropping tears swer!

And wilt thou go, then, Phocyas ?
Art thou not he; or art some shadow ?

Pho. To my grave;

Where can I bury else this foul disgrace?

Pho. I am indeed a shadow-I am nothing - Alas! that question shows how poor I am,
Eud. What dost thou mean?- -for now I How very much a wreteh; for if I go,
know thee, Phocyas.

It is from thee, thou only joy of life!
Pho. And never can be thine !

And death will then be welcome. It will have vent- -0 barbarous, cursed—but Eud. Art thou sure hold

Thou hast been used thus? Art thou quite undone? I had forgot-it was Eudocia's father !

Pho. Yes, very sure- -What dost thou mean? 0, could I too forget how he has used me! Eud. That then, it is a time for me-0, Eud. I fear to ask thee

Heaven ! that I Pho. Dost thou fear !-Alas,

Alone am grateful to this wondrous man! Then thou wilt pity me

-O generous maid ! To own thee, Phocyas, thus-[Giving her hand.] Thou hast charmed down the rage that swelled nay, glory in thee, my heart,

And show, without a blush, how much I love. And choaked my voice--now I can speak to thee. We must not partAnd yet 'tis worse than death what I have suf- Pho. Then I am rich again! [Embracing her. fered ;

O, no--we will not part ! Confirm it, Heaven ! It is the death of honour! Yet that's little ; Now thou shalt see how I will bend my spirit, 'Tis more, Eudocia, 'tis the loss of thee !

With what soft patience I will bear my wrongs, Eud. Hast thou not conquered? What are all | 'Till I have wearied out thy father's scorn. these shouts,

Yet I have worse to tell thee-EutychesThis voice of general joy, heard far around? Eud. Why wilt thou name him? What are these fires, that cast their gliminering Pho. Now, even now, he's coming! light

Just hovering o'er thee, like a bird of prey. Against the sky? Are not all these thy triumphs? Thy father vows—for I must tell thee allPho. O name not triumph! Talk no more of 'Twas this that wrung my heart, and racked my conquest !

brain, It is indeed a night of general joy,

Even to distraction !-vows thee to his bed; But not to me! Eudocia, I am come

Nay, threatened force, if thou refuse obedience. To take a last farewell of thee for ever,

Eud. Force! threatened force!


father Eud. A last farewell!

where is nature? Pho. Yes; How wilt thou hereafter Is that, too, banished from his heart !-0 then Look on a wretch despised, reviled, cashiered, I have no father-How have I deserved this? Stript of command, like a base beaten coward ?

[Weeping. Thy cruel father- -I have told too much; No home, but am henceforth an out-cast orphan; I should not, but for this, have felt the wounds For I will wander to earth's utmost bounds, I got in fight for him-now, now they bleed. Ere give my hand to that detested contract.

O save me, Phocyas ! thou hast saved my father; Pho. Then let us lose no time, but hence this Must I yet call him so, this cruel father

night. Ilow wilt thou now deliver poor Eudocia? The gates I can command, and will provide Pho. See, how we're joined in exile ! How our The means of our escape. Some five hours hence fate

("Twill then be turned of midnight) we may meet Conspires to warn us both to leave this city! In the piazza of Honoria's convent. Thou knowest the emperor is now at Antioch;

Eud. I know it well; the place is most secure, I have an uncle there, who, when the Persian, And near adjoining to this garden wall. As now the Saracen, bad nigh o'er run

There thou shalt find me— protect us, Heaven ! The ravaged empire, did him signal service, Pho. Fear not;—thy innocence will be our guard. And nobly was rewarded. There, Eudocia, I've thought already how to shape our course; Thou might'st be safe, and we may meet with Some pitying angel will attend thy steps, justice.

Guide thee unseen, and charm the sleeping foe, Eud. There—any where, so we may fly this Till thou art safe! 0, I have suffered nothing ! place.

Thus gaining thee, and this great generous proof, See, Phocyas, what thy wrongs and mine have How blest I am in my Eudocia's love! wrought

My only joy, farewell !
In a weak woman's frame! for I have courage Eud. Farewell, my Phocyas !
To share thy exile now thr

every danger.

I have no friend but thee-vet thee I'll call Danger is only here, and dwells with guilt, Friend, father, lover, guardian !--Thou art all! With base ingratitude, and hard oppression.





SCENE I.--Caled's Tent.

Abu. I have walked

The rounds to-night, ere the last hour of prayer, Enter Caled and Attendants. SERGIUS brought from tent to tent, and warned them to be ready. in bound with cords.

What must be done? Cal. MERCY! What's that ?-Look yonder, on Cal. Thou know'st the important news, the field

Which we have intercepted by this slave, Of our late fight !-Go, talk of mercy there. Of a new army's march. The time now calls, Will the dead hear thy voice?

While these soft Syrians are dissolved in riot, Serg. O spare me yet!

Fooled with success, and not suspecting danger, Cal. Thou wretch !-Spare thee! to what? To Neglectful of their watch, or else fast bound live in torture?

In chains of sleep, companion of debauches, Are not thy limbs all bruised, thy bones disjoint- | To form a new attack ere break of day; ed,

So, like the wounded leopard, shall we rush To force thee to confess? and wouldst thou drag, From out our covers on these drowsy hunters, Like a crushed serpent, a vile mangled being? And seize them, unprepared to 'scape our venMy eyes abhor a coward-Hence, and die!

geance. Serg. Oh! I have told thee all-When first Abu. Great captain of the armies of the faithpursued,

ful! I fixed my letters on an arrow's point,

I know thy mighty and unconquered spirit ; And shot them o'er the walls

Yet hear me, Caled, hear and weigh my doubts. Cal. Hast thou told all?

Our angry prophet frowns upon our vices, Well, then, thou shalt have mercy to requite thee; And visits us in blood. Why else did terror, Behold, I'll send thee forward on thy errand. Unknown before, seize all our stoutest bands? Strike off his head; then cast it o'er the gates; The angel of destruction was abroad; There let thy tongue tell o'er its tale again. The archers of the tribe of Thoal fied, Serg. O, bloody Saracens !

So long renowned, or spent their shafts in vain; [Erit Serg. dragged away by, the Guards. The feathered flight erred through the boundless

air, Enter ABUDAH.

Or the death turned on him that drew the bow ! Cal. Abudah, welcome!

What can this bode?

--Let me speak plainer yet; Abu. () Caled, what an evening was the last ! Is it to propagate the unspotted law Cal. Name it no more; remeinbrance sickens We fight? ''Tis well; it is a noble cause ; with it,

But much, I fear, infection is among us; And therefore sleep is banished from this night; A boundless lust of rapine guides our troops. Nor shall to-morrow's sun open his eyes We learn the christian vices we chastise, Upon our shame, ere doubly we've redeemed it. And, tempted with the pleasures of the soil, Have all the captains notice?

More than with distant hopes of paradise,

gent hour

I fear, may soon—but, oh, avert it, Heaven ! His eyes are fixed on earth; some deep distress Fall even a prey to our own spoils and con- Is at his heart. This is no common captive. quests.

Cal. A lion in the toils! We soon shall tame Cal. No-thou mistakest; thy pious zeal de- him. ceives thee.

Still art thou dumb?-Nay, 'tis in vain to cast Our prophet only chides our sluggard valour. Thy gloomy looks so oft around this place, Thou sawest how, in the vale of Honan, once Or frown upon thy bonds—thou canst not 'scape. The troops, as now defeated, fled confused, Pho. Then be it so—the worst is past already, Even to the gates of Mecca's holy city:

And life is now not worth a moment's pause. Till Mahomet himself there stopped their en- Do you not know me yet-think of the man trance,

You have most cause to curse, and I am he. A javelin in his hand, and turned them back Cal. Ha ! Phocvas? Upon the foe; they fought again, and conquered. Abu. Phocyas !-Mahomet, we thank thee ! Behold how we may best appease his wrath! Now dost thou smile again. His own example points us out the way.

Dur. (Aside.] O devil

, devil ! Abu. Well-be it then resolved. The indul- And I not know him 'twas but yesterday

He killed my horse, and drove me from the field. Of better fortune is, I hope, at hand.

Now I'm revenged ! No; hold you there, not And yet, since Phocyas has appeared its cham

yet, pion,

Not while he lives. How has this city raised its drooping head! Cal. (Aside.) This is indeed a prize ! As if some charm prevailed where'er he fought, Is it because thou know'st what slaughtered heaps Our strength seems withered, and our feeble There, yet unburied, lie without the camp, weapons

Whose ghosts have all this night, passing the ZoForget their wonted triumph-were he absent

rat, Cal. I would have sought him out in the last Called, from the bridge of death, to thee to folaction

low, To single fight, and put that charm to proof, That now thou'rt here to answer to their cry? Had not a foul and sudden mist arose

Howe'er it be, thou know'st thy welcome
Ere I arrived, to have restored the combat. Pho. Yes,
But let it be'tis past. We yet may meet,


Thou proud, blood-thirsty Arab!-Well I know And 'twill be known whose aria is then the What to expect from thee: I know ye all. stronger.

How should the author of distress and ruin

Be moved to pity? That's a human passion. Enter Daran.

No in your hungry eyes, that look revenge, Dar. Health to the race of Ismael! and days I read my doom. Where are your racks, your More prosperous than the last—a christian cap- tortures? tive

I'm ready- lead me to them; I can bear Is fallen within my watch, and waits his doom. The worst of ills from you. You're not my Cal. Bring forth the slave !-0 thou keen vul- friends, ture, Death!

My countrymen.— Yet, were you men, I could Do we then feed only thus hy morsels ! Unfold a story-But no more-Eumenes, Whole armies never can suffice thy anger. Thou hast thy wish, and I am nowma worm!

Abu. [To Cal. uside.] Leader of armies, hear Daran goes out, and re-enters with PhocyAS.

him! for my mind Whence, and what art thou ?-Of Damascus ?- Presages good accruing to our cause Daran,

By this event. Where didst thou find this dumb and sullen thing, Cal. I tell thee, then, thou wrong'st us, That seems to lour defiance on our anger? To think our hearts thus steeled, or our ears deaf Dar. Marching in circuit, with the horse thou To all that thou mayest utter. Speak, disclose gavest me,

The secret woes that throb within thy breast. To observe the city gates, I saw from far Now, by the silent hours of night, we'll hear Two persons issue forth; the one advanced,

thee, And, ere he could retreat, my horsemen seized And mute attention shall await thy words.

Pho. This is not, then, the palace in DaThe other was a woman, and had fled,

mascus! Upon a signal given at our approach,

If you will hear, then I, indeed, have wronged And got within the gates. Wouldst thou know

you. more,

How can this be?

--when he, for whom I've Himself, if he will speak, can best inform thee. fought, Cal. Have I not seen thy face?

Fought against you, has yet refused to hear me! Abu. (To Caled] He hears thee not:

You seem surprised. It was ingratitude


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