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Meanwhile, each, as he can, forget his loss,
3 Offi. Sir, I have mark'd The camp's extent: 'tis stretch'd quite through the
valley. I think that more than half the city's here. Eum. The prospect gives me much relief. I'm
pleas'd, My honest countrymen, t'observe your numbers ; And yet it fills my eyes with tears—'Tis said, The mighty Persian wept, when he survey'd His numerous army, but to think them mortal; Yet he then flourish'd in prosperity. Alas! what's that ?-Prosperity !-a harlot, That smiles but to betray! Hear me, all gracious Heaven, Let me wear out my small remains of life Obscure, content with humble poverty, Or, in affliction's hard but wholesome school, If it must be— I'll learn to know myself, And that's more worth than empire. But, O Heaven, Curse me no more with proud prosperity! It has undone me!-Herbis! where, my friend, Hast thou been this long hour?
Eum. And it is worth a look?
Herb. No—I've forgot it. All our possessions are a grasp of air: We're cheated, whilst we think we hold them fast: And when they're gone, we know that they were no
thing. But I've a deeper wound.
Eum. Poor, good old man ! 'Tis true—thy son—there thou’rt indeed unhappy.
Art. Yes, sir.
Eum, Thou’rt brave and honest.
Eud. Rest is not there,
Eum. Thou art not well.
Eud. I would, if possible, avoid myself.
Eum. Near me! alas,
Eud. O, say not so!
Eum. Heroic maid!
many virtues I had wrong'd in thee! Eud. If you talk thus, you have not yet forgiven me. Eum. Forgiven thee ! -Why, for thee it is, thee
Eud. [Aside.] O, why is he not here? Why do I see
Enter an OFFICER.
Offi. I fear there's danger:
Herb. I saw them too,
Where the roads meet on t'other side these hills,
Offi. With utmost speed.
[Exit EU DOCIA. I'll to the guard myself. Soldier, lead on the way.
Enter another OFFICER.
Eum. So soon!
Eum. Villains !
Enter DARAN. Dar. Let the fools fight at distance—Here's the
harvest. Reap, reap, my countrymen -Ay, there--first clear Those further tents- [Looking between the Tents. What's here? a woman !-fair She seems, and well attir'd !-It shall be so. I'll strip her first, and then
[Exit, and returns with EUDOCIA. Eud. Struggling.) Mercy! O, spare me! spare me! Heaven, hear my cries !
Dar. Woman, thy cries are vain : No help is near.
Enter PHOCYAS. Pho. Villain, thou liest! take that To loose thy hold
(Pushing at him with his Spear. He falls. Eudocia !
Eud. Phocyas !-O, astonishment ! Then is it thus that Heaven has heard my prayers ! I tremble still—and scarce have power to ask thee How thou art here, or whence this sudden outrage ?
Pho. Sure every angel watches o'er thy safety! Thou seest 'tis death t'approach thee without awe, And barbarism itself cannot profane thee.
Eud. Whence are these alarms?
Pho. Some stores remov'd, and not allow'd by treaty, Have drawn the Saracens to make a search. Perhaps 'twill quickly be agreed-But, Oh! Thou know'st, Eudocia, I'm a banish'd man, And ’tis a crime I'm here once more before thee; Else, might I speak, 'twere better for the present, If thou wouldst leave this place.
Eud. No I have a father, (And shall I leave him?) whom we both have wrong'd, And yet, alas! For this last act how would I thank thee, Phocyas! I've nothing now but prayers and tears to give, Cold, fruitless thanks !—But 'tis some comfort yet, That fate allows this short reprieve, that thus We may
behold each other, and once more May mourn our woes, ere yet again we part
Pho. For ever!
Eud. What dost thou mean?
Pho. Never—No, here I'll lay my burden down; I've try'd its weight, nor can support it longer.