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thee now,

I fear a treacherous foe have now
Begun a fatal harvest ! Haste,

Several parties of Christians and Saracens pass Prevent_() wouldst thou see me more with com

over the further end of the stage fighting. fort,

The former are beaten.' At last EUMENES Fly, save them, save the threatened lives of

rallies them, and makes a stand. Then enters Christians,

ABUDAH attended. My father and his friends! I dare not stay Abu. Forbear, forbear, and sheath the bloody Heaven be my guide to shun this gathering ruin! sword!

[Erit Eudocia. Erim. Abudah! Is this well?

Abu. No-I must own
Enter CalED.

You have cause-0 Mussulmans, look here!
Cal. Entering.) So-slaughter, do thy work! Behold
These hands look well.

Where, like a broken speat, your arm of war (Looking on his hands. Is thrown to earth! The jovial hunter, ere he quits the field,

Eum. Ha! Caled ? First signs him in the stag's warm vital stream, Abu. Dumb and breathless. With stains like these, to show 'twas gallant Then thus has Heaven chastised us in thy fall, sport.

And thce, for violated faith. Farewell, Phocyas! Thou art met-But whether thou art Thou great, but cruel man! here

[Comes forward. Eum. His thirst of blood A friend or foe I know not; if a friend,

In his own blood is quenched. Which is Eumenes' tent?

Abu. Bear hence his clay Pho. Hold--pass no further.

Back to Damascus. Cast a mantle first Cal. Say'st thou, not pass ?

O'er this sad sight : so should we hide his faults. Pho. No--on thy life no further.

Now hear, ye servants of the propliet, hear! Cal. What, dost thou frown too ! sure thou A greater death than this demands your tears, knowest me not!

For know, your lord the caliph is no more! Pho. Not know thee! Yes, too well I know Good Abubeker has breathed out his spirit

To him that gave it. Yet your caliph lives, O murderous fiend! Why all this waste of blood? Lives now in Omar. See, behold bis signet, Didst thou not proinise

Appointing me, such is his will, to lead Cal. Proinise! Insolence !

His faithful armies warring here in Syria. 'Tis well, 'tis well—for now I know thee too. Alas! foreknowledge sure of this event Perfidious mongrel slave! Thou double traitor! Guided his choice ! Obey me, then, your chief. False to thy first and to thy latter vows ! For you, O Christians ! know, with speed I came, Villain !

On the first notice of this foul design, Pho. That's well-go on-I swear I thank Or to prevent it, or repair your wrongs. thee:

Your goods shall be untouched, your persons safe, Speak it again, and strike it through my ear! Nor shall our troops, henceforth, on pain of A villain !-Yes, thou mad'st me so, thou de- death, vil!

Molest your march. If more you ask, 'tis granted. And mind'st me now what to demand from thee. Eum. Still just and bravo! thy virtues would Give, give me back my former self, my honour,

adorn Aly country's fair esteem, my friends, my all- A purer faith! Thou, better than thy sect, Thou canst not—0 thou robber ! Give me That dar’st decline from that to acts of mercy ! then

Pardon, Abudah, if thy honest heart Revenge, or death! The last I well deserve, Makes us even wish thee ours. That yielded up my soul's best wealth to thee, Abu. (Aside.] 0, Power Supreme ! For which accurst be thou, and cursed thy pro- That mad'st my heart, and know'st its inmost phet!

frame! Cal. Hlearest thou this, Mahomet?

-Blas- If yet I err, O lead me into truth, pheming mouth!

Or pardon unknown error !-Now, Eumenes, For this thou soon shalt chew the bitter fruit Friends as we may be, let us part in peace. Of Zacon's tree, the food of fiends below.

[Ereunt severally. Go-spced thee thither

SCENE III. [Pushing at him with his lance, which Phocius puts by, and kills him.

Enter ARTAMox and EU DOCIA.
Pho. Go thou tirst thyself.

Eud. Alas! but is my father safe?
Cul.[ Falling.] O dog! thou gnawest my heart! Art. Heaven knows.
-False Mahomet !

I left him just preparing to engage;
Is this then my reward-O-

[Dies. When doubtful of the event he bade me baste Pho. Thanks to the gods, I have revenged my To warn his dearest daughter of the danger, country!

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Eud. My flight! but whither

Of this their sudden march, Abudah came; O no-if he is lost

But first this random shaft had reached my breast. Art. I hope not so.

Life's mingled scene is o'er-'tis thus that FleaThe noise is ceased. Perhaps they are beaten off. We soon shall know; here's one that can inform At once chastises, and, I hope, accepts me;

And now I wake as from the sleep of death.

Eud. What shall I say to thee to give thee comEnter first, Ollicer.

fort? Soldier, thy looks speak well. What says thy Pho. Say only thou forgiv’st me- -0, Eudotongue?

cia! 1 Offi. The foe's withdrawn; Abudah has No longer now my dazzled eyes behold thee been here,

Through passion's mists; my soul now gazes on And has renewed the terms. Caled is killed

thee, Art. blold-first thank Heaven for that! And sees thee lovclier in unfading charms! Eud. Where is Eumenes?

Bright as the shining angel lost that stood1 Offi. I left him well; by his cominand I came Whilst l- -but there it sinartsTo search you out; and let you know this news. Eud. Look down, look down, I've more; but that

Ye pitying powers, and help his pious sorrow! Art. Is bad, perhaps; so says

Eum. 'Tis not too late, we hope, to give thee This sudden pause. Well, be it so; let us

help. know it,

See! yonder is my tent: we'll lead thee thither; 'Tis but life's chequered lot.

Come, enter there, aixl let thy wound be dressed. 1 Offi. Eumenes mourns

Perhaps it is not inortal. [They withdraw to one side of the stage. Pho. No! pot mortal! A friend's unhappy full; Herbis is slain ; No flattery now. By all my hopes hereafter, A settled gloom seemed to hang heavy on him, For the world's empire l'd not lose this death! The effect of grief, 'tis thought, for his lost son. Alas! I but keep in my fleeting breath When, on the first attack, like one that souglit A few short moments, till I have conjured you The welcome means of death, with desperate va- That to the world you witness my remorse lour

For my past errors, and detend my fame. He pressed the foe, and met the fate he wished. For know—soon as this pointed steel's drawn Art. See, where Eumenes comes ! What's

out, this? Ile seems

Life follows through the wound. To lead some wounded friendAlas! 'tis- Eud. What dost thou say?

O touch not yet the broken springs of life! Enter Eumenes leading in Phocyas, with an

A thousand tender thoughts rise in my soul. urrow in his breast.

Ilow shall I give them words! Oh, till this hour Eum. Give me thy wound! 0 I could bear it I scarce have tasted woe !this is indeed for thee!

To part- but, oh!
This goodness melts my heart. What! in a mo- Pho. No more -death is now painful !

But say, my friends, whilst I have breath to ask, Forgetting all thy wrongs, in hind embraces (For still methinks all your concerns are mine) To exchange forgiveness thus !

Whither have you designed to bend your journey? Pho. Moments are few,

Eum. Constantinople is my last retreat, And must not now be wasted. O, Eumenes, If Heaven indulge my wish; there I've resolved Lend me thy helping hand a little farther; To wear out the dark winter of my life, O where, where is she? [They advance. An old man's stock of days. I hope not many, Eum. Look, look here, Eudocia!

Eud. There will į dedicate myself to leaven, Behold a sight that calls for all our tears ! O, Phocyas, for thy sake, no rival else Eud. Phocyas, and wounded !-0 what cruel Shall e'er possess my heart. My father too hand

Consents to this my vow. My vital flame Pho. No, 'twas a kind onc- -Spare thy tears, There, like a taper on the holy altar, Eudocia!

Shall waste away; till Heaven relenting hears Tor mine are tears of joy.

Incessant prayers for thce and for myself, Eud. Is't possible?

And wing my soul to meet with thine in bliss. Pho. 'Tis done—the powers supreme have For in that thought I find a sudden hope, heard my prayer,

As if inspired, springs in my breast, and tells me, And prospered me with one fair deed this day. That thy repenting frailty is forgiven, I've fought once more, and for my friends, my And we shall meet again, to part no more. country.

Pho. [Plucking out the arrow.] Then all is done By me the treacherous chiefs are slain; a while

-'twas the last pang- -at lengthI stopped the foe, till, warned by me before I've given up thee, and the world now is nothing.

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Eum. Alas! he falls. Help, Artamon, sup- | My heart was full before.

Eum. O Phocyas, Phocyas ! Look how he bleeds ! Let's lay him gently down. Alas! he hears not now, nor sees my sorrows ! Night gathers fast upon him

Yet will I mourn for thee, thou gallant youth! Or speak, if thou hast life-Nay then-my As for a son -so let me call thee nowdaughter!

A much-wronged friend, and an unhappy hero ! She faints—Help there, and bear her to her tent. A fruitless zeal, yet all I now can show;

[Eudocia faints away. Tears vainly low for errors learnt too late, Art. [Weeping aside.) I thank ye, eyes! This When timely caution should prevent our fáte. is but decent tribute.

[Ereunt omnes.

THE

REVENGE.

BY

YOUNG.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

MEN.

Zanga, a captive Moor.
Don Alonzo, the Spanish General.

WOMEN.
Don Carlos, his friend.
Don ALVAREZ, a courtier.

LEONORA, Aloarez's daughter.
Don Manuel, attendant of Don Carlos. ISABELLA, the Moor's mistress.

Scene-Spain.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Battlements, with a Sea Prospect. Is this a night for walks of contemplation?

Something unusual hangs upon your heart,
Enter ZANGA.

And I will know it; by our loves I will. Zan. Whether first nature, or long want of To you I sacrificed my virgin fame; peace,

Ask I too much to share in your distress? Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell : Zan. In tears? Thou fool! then hear me, and But horrors now are not displeasing to me:

be plunged

[Thunder. In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee. I like this rocking of the battlements.

To strike thee with astonishment at once,
Rage on, ye winds! burst, clouds, and waters roar! I hate Alonzo. First recover that,
You bear a just resemblance of my fortune, And then thou shalt hear farther.
And suit the gloomy habit of my soul.

Isa. Hate Alonzo!

I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend,
Enter ISABELLA.

And that he lost the master in that name.
Who's there? My love!

Zan. Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since Isa. Why have you left my bed?

that great man Your absence more affrights me than the storm. (Great let me call him, for he conquered me)

Zan. The dead alone, in such a night, can rest, Made me the captive of his arm in fight. And I indulge my meditation here.

He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, Woman, away. I chuse to be alone.

While I, with pious rage, pursued revenge. Isa. Í know you do, and therefore will not I then was young; he placed me near his person, leave you;

And thought me not dishonoured by his service, Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you. One day, (may that returning day be night,

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The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) | And while I groaned in bondage, I deputed
For something, or for nothing, in his pride This great Alonzo, whom her father honours,
He struck me-While I tell it, do I live? To be my gentle advocate in love,
He smote me on the cheek—I did not stab bim, To stir her heart, and fan its fires for me.
For that were poor revenge-E'er since, his Man. And what success?
folly

Car. Alas, the cruel maid-
Hlas strove to bury it beneath a heap

Indeed her father, who, though high at court, Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot.

And powerful with the king, has wealth at heart, Insolent thought! and like a second blow! To heal his devastation from the Moors, Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless; Knowing I am richly freighted from the east, And such alone can wisely drop revenge. My flect now sailing in the sight of Spain, Isa. But with more temper, Zanga, tell your (Heaven guard it safe through such a dreadful story;

storm!) To see your strong emotions startles me. Caresses me, and urges her to wed. Zan. Yes, woman, with the temper that befits Man. Iler aged father, sce, it.

Leads her this way. Has the dark adder venom? So have I,

Car, She looks like radiant Truth, When trod upon. Proud Spaniard, thou shalt Brought forward by the hand of hoary Time feel me!

You to the port with speed, 'tis possible For from that day, that day of my dishonour, Some vessel is arrived. Heaven grant it bring I from that day have cursed the rising sun, Tidings, which Carlos may receive with joy! Which never failed to tell me of my shame. I from that day have blessed the coming night,

Enter Don ALVAREZ and LEONORA. Which promised to conceal it; but in vain; Alv. Don Carlos, I am labouring in your faThe blow returned for ever in my dream.

vour,
Yei on I toiled, and groaned for an occasion With all a parent's soft authority,
Of ample vengeance; none is yet arrired. And earnest counsel.
Howe'er, at present I conceive warm hopes Car. Angels second you !
Of what inay wound him sore in his ambition, For all my bliss or misery hangs on it.
Life of his life, and dearer than his soul.

Alv. Daughter, thie happiness of life depends
By nightly march he purposed to surprise On our discretion, and a prudent choice;
The Moorish camp; but I have taken care Look into those they call unfortunate,
They shall be ready to receive his favour. And, closer viewed, you will find they are unwise:
Failing in this, a cast of utmost moment, Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath,
Would darken all the conquests he has won.

And 'tis the trick of fools, to save their credit, Isa. Just as I entered, an express arrived. Which brought another language into use. Zan. To whom?

Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood, Isa. His friend, Don Carlos.

And then bis wealth might mend a prince's forZan. Be propitious, Oh ! Mahomet, on this important hour,

For him the sun is labouring in the mines, And give, at length, my famished soul revenge ! A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold. What is revenge, but courage to call in

His keels are freighted with that sacred power, Our honour's debts, and wisdom to convert By which eveg kings and emperors are made. Others' self-love into our own protection? Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope But see, the morping dawns;

[To Carlos. I'll seek Don Carlos, and enquire my fate.

My daughter is not indisposed to hear you. (Erit. [Ereunt. Car. Oh, Leonora! why art thou in tears?

Because I am less wretched than I was:
SCENE II.-The Palace,

Before your father gave me leave to woo you,

Hushed was your bosom, and your eyes serene. Enter Don MANUEL and Don Carlos.

Will you for ever help me to new pains, Man. My lord don Carlos, what brings your And keep reserves of torment in your hand, express?

To let them loose on every dawn of joy? Cur. Alonzo's glory, and the Moors' defeat. Leon. Think you my father too indulgent to The field is strewed with twice ten thousand

me, slain,

That he claims no dominion o'er my tears?
Though he suspects his measures were betrayed. A daughter sure may be right dutiful,
He'll soon arrive. Oh, how I long to embrace Whose tears alone are free from a restraint.
The first of heroes, and the best of friends! Car. Ah, my torn heart!
I loved fair Leonora long before

Leon. Regard not me, my lord;
The chance of battle gave me to the Moors, I shall obey my father.
Froin whom so late Alonzo set me free;

Car. Disobey him,

tune.

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