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Eum. Thou art not well.
Enter another Officer.
2 Offi. Arm, arm! we're ruined? Eum. Near me! alas,
The foe is in the camp. The tender vine so wreathes its folded arms Eum. So soon! Around soine falling elm-It wounds my heart 2 Offi. They've quitted To think thou followest but to share my ruin. Their horses, and with sword in hand have forced I have lost all but thee.
Our guard; they say they come for plunder. Eud. ( say not so.
Eum. Villains !
Come on--we can fight still. We'll make them
ness? Ruin is yonder, in Damascus; now
Enter Daran, with a party of Saracen Soldiers. The seat abhorred of cursed infidels.
Dar. Let the fools fight at distance - Here's Infernal error, like a plague, has spread
the harvest. Contagion through its guilty palaces,
Reap, reap, my countrymen - Ay, there—first And we are fled from death.
clear Eum. Heroic maid ! Thy words are balsam to my griefs. Eudocia, [ Looking between the Tents.] What's here, a I never knew thee 'till this day; I knew not
woman--fair llow many virtues I had wronged in thee ! She seems, and well attired! It shall be so, Eud. If you talk thus, you have not yet for- I'll strip her first, and thengiven me.
[Erit and returns with Eudocia. Eum. Forgiven thee !-Why, for thee it is, Eud. (Struggling.) Mercy ! O spare me! thee only,
Help, save me? What, no help!--BarbaI think, heaven yet may look with pity on us;
To loose thy hold—
(Pushing at him with his spear. Undone, yet still are blest in innocence,
Dar. What, thou? my evil spirit ! And why is he not one?
Is't thou that hauntest me still--but thus I thank
thee, Enter an Officer.
[Offering to strike him with his scimitar.
It will not be Lightning for ever blast Offi. Where is Eumenes?
This coward arm that fails
me !0, vile Syrian, Eum. What means thy breathless haste?
Falls. Offi. I fear there's danger :
I'm killed curse
I Dies. For as I kept my watch, I spied afar
Pho. Die then; thy curses choak thee !
Eud. Phocyas !0, astonishment !
I tremble still-and scarce have power to ask Herb. I saw them too,
thee Where the roads meet on the other side these How thou art here, or whence this sudden outhills,
rage? But took them for some band of Christian Arabs Pho. [Walking aside.] The blood ebbs back Crossing the country.—This way did they move? that filled my heart, and now Offi. With utmost speed.
Again her parting farewell awes my soul, Eum. If they are Christian Arabs,
As it were fate, and not to be revoked. They come as friends; if other, we're secure Will she not now upbraid me? See thy friends! By the late terms. Retire a while, Eudocia, Are these, are these the villains thou hast trusted? Till I return.
[Exit Eudocia. Eud. What means this murmured sorrow to I'll to the guard myself.
thyself? Soldier, lead on the way.
Is it in vain that thou hast rescued me
From savage hands ?-Say, what's the approach- | And wouldst thou die? Think, ere thou leap'st ing danger?
the gulph, Pho. Sure every angel watches o'er thy safety! When thou hast trod that dark, that unknown Thou see'st 'tis death to approach thee without
Canst thou return! What if the change prove And barbarism itself cannot profane thee.
worse? Eud. Thou dost not answer; whence are these think, if then alarms?
Pho. No-thought's my deadliest foe; Pho. Some stores removed, and not allowed 'Tis lingering racks, and slow consuming fires, by treaty,
And therefore to the grave I'd fly to shun it! Have drawn the Saracens to make a search. Eud. O fatal error!- -Like a restless ghost, Perhaps 'twill quickly be agreed But, Oh! It will pursue and haunt thee still; even there, Thou knowest, Eudocia, I'm a banished man, Perhaps, in forms more frightful. Death's a name And 'tis a crime I'm here once inore before thee; By which poor guessing mortals are deceived ; Else might I speak; 'twere better for the present 'Tis no where to be found. Thou flyest in vain If thou would'st leave this place.
From life, to meet again with that thou flyest. Eud. Not I have a father,
How wilt thou curse thy rashness then? How (And shall I leave him?) whom we both have start, wronged,
And shudder, and shrink back? yet how avoid Or he had not been thus driven out, exposed To put on thy new being ? The humble tenant of this sheltering vale,
Pho. I thank thee ! For one poor night's repose. —And yet, alas ! For now I'm quite undone- I gave up all For this last act, how would I thank thee, Phocy- For thee before, but this; this bosom friend,
My last reserve -ThereI've nothing, now, but prayers and tears to give,
[Throws away the dagger. Cold, fruitless thanks ! But, 'tis some confort Tell me now, Eudocia, yet,
Cut off from hope, denied the food of life, That fate allows this short reprieve, that thus And yet forbid to die, what am I now? We may behold each other, and once more
Or what will fate do with me? May mourn our woes, ere yet again we part- Eud. Oh
[Turns away weeping: Pho. For ever!
Pho. Thou weepest ! 'Tis then resolvedIt was thy cruel sentence, Canst thou shed tears, and yet not melt to mercy? And I am here to execute that dooin.
O say, ere yet returning madness seize me, Eud. What dost thou mean?
Is there in all futurity no prospect, Pho. [Kneeling.) Thus at thy feet
No distant comfort ? Not a glíminering light Eud. O rise !
To guide me through this maze? Or must I now Pho. Never-No, here I'll lay my burthen Sit down in darkness and despair for ever? down;
(Here they both continue silent for some time. I've tried it's weight, nor can support it longer. Still thou art silent?-Speak, disclose my doom, Take thy last look; if yet thy eyes can bear That's now suspended in this awful moment ! To look upon a wretch accurst, cast off
for now my passions wait thy voice: By Heaven and thee-A little longer yet, My beating heart grows calm, my blood stands And I am mingled with my kindred dust,
still. By thee forgotten, and the world
Scarcely I live, or only live to hear thee. Eud. Forbear,
Eud. If yet—but can it be !-I fear-0, PhoO cruel man! Why wilt thou rack me thus ?
cyas, Didst thou not mark-thou didst, when last Let me be silent still! we parted,
Pho. Hear then this last, The pangs, the strugglings of my suffering soul; This only prayer !-Heaven will consent to this. That nothing but the hand of Ileaven itself Let me but follow thee, where'er thou goest, Could ever drive me from thee !
-Dost thou But see thee, hear thy voice; be thou iny angel,
To guide and govern my returning steps, Reproach me thus? or canst thou have a thought 'Till long contrition and unwearied duty, That I can e'er forgive thee?
Shall expiate my guilt. Then say, Eudocia, Pho. (Rising.) Have a care!
If, like a soul annealed in purging tires, I'll not be tortured more with thy false pity! After whole years thou see'st me white again, No, I renounce it. See, I am prepared.
When thou, even thou shalt think-
Eud. No more- -This shakes
[Here a cry is heard of persons slaughan Eud. Hold_Stay thee yet.-0 madness of
tered in the camp. despair !
-What shrieks of death! Vol. 1
I fear a treacherous foe have now
Several parties of Christians and Saracens pass Preveut- wouldst thou see me more with com
- over the further end of the stage fightingfort,
The former are beaten. At last EUNENES Fly, save them, save the threatened lives of
rallies them, and makes a stand. Then enters Christians,
ABCDak 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 !
[Exit Eudocia. Eum. Abudah! Is this well?
Abu, No-I must own
You have cause-0 Nussulmans, look here!
Where, like a broken spear, 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 hin in the stag's warm vital stream, Abu. Dumb and breathless. With stains like these, to show 'twas gallant Then thus has leaven chastised us in thy fall, sport.
And thee, 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 prophet, 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 tiend! Why all this waste of blood? Lives now in Omar. See, behold his siguet, Didst thou not promise
Appointing me, such is his will, to lead Cal. Proinise! Insolence !
His faithful armies warring here in Syria. 'Tis well, 'uis well-for now I know thee too. Alas! foreknowledge sure of this event Perfidious mongrel slave! Thou double traitor! Guided his choice! Ohey me, then, your chief. False to thy first and to thy latter vows ! For you, O Christians ! know, with speerl 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!
your march. If more you ask, 'tis granted. And mind'st me now what to demand from thee. Eum. Still just and brave! thy virtues would Give, give me back my former self, my honour,
adorn My country's fair esteein, 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 lo 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.] O, Power Supreme ! For which accursť be thou, and cursed thy pro- That mad'st my heart, and know'st its inmost phet!
frame ! Cal. Ilearest thou this, Mahomet? Blas- If yet I err, O lead me into truth, phening 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 seterally. Go-e-speed thee thither
SCENE IIL [Pushing at him with his lance, which Phocias puts by, and kills him.
Enter ARTANON and EU DOCI A.
Eud. Alas! but is my father safe?
I left him just preparing to engage;
[Dies. When doubtful of the event he bade me haste Pho. Thanks to the gods, I have revenged my To warn his dearest daughter of the danger, country!
[Erit Phocyas. I And aid your speedy flight.
Eud. My fight! 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 HeaThe 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 Officer.
fort? Soldier, thy looks speak well. What says thy Pho. Say only thou forgiv'st me- -0, Eudotongue?
cia! 1 Off. The foe's withdrawn; Abudah has No longer now my dazzled
behold thee been here,
Through passion's mists; my soul now gazes on And has renewed the terms. Caled is killed
thee, Art. Hold-first thank Ileaven for that! And sees thee lovelier in unfading charms! Eud. Where is Eumenes ?
Bright as the shining angel host that stood1 Offi. I left him well; by his command I came Whilst I- -but there it smartsTo 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 lite's chequered lot.
Come, enter there, and let thy wound bc dressed. 1 Oth. Eumenes mourns
Perhaps it is not mortal. [They withdraw to one side of the stage. Pho. No! not mortal! A friend's unhappy fall; Herbis is slain ; No flattery now. By all my hopes hercafier, A settled gloom seemed to hang heavy on him, For the world's empire I'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 sought 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 crrors, and detend my fame. Hle pressed the foe, and met the fate he wished. For know—---soon as this pointed steel's drain Art. See, where Euinenes comes !- - What's
out, this? He seems
Life follows through the wound. To lead some wounded friend- -Alas! 'tis Eud. What dost thou say?
O touch not yet the broken springs of life! Enter Eumenes leading in Procyas, with an A thousand tender thoughts rise in my soul. arrow in his breust.
Flow 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! ment
But say, my friends, whilst I have breath to ask, Forgetting all thy wrongs, in kind embraces (For still methinks all your concerns are mine) To exchange forgiveness thus !
Wbither have you designed to bend your journey? Pho. Moments are few,
Eum. Constantinople is my last retreat, And must not now be wasted. 0, Eumenes, If Ileaven indulge my wish; there I've resolved Lend me thy helping hand a little farther; To wear out the dark winter of my life, () 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 I dedicate myself to Heaven. 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 licart. My father too hand
Consents to this my vow. My vital flame Pho. No, 'twas a kind one- -Spare thy tears, There, like a taper on the holy altar, Eudocia!
Shall waste away; till Hearen relenting hears For mine are tears of joy.
Incessant prayers for thee 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 brcast, 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, iny 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.
Eum. Alas! he falls. Help, Artamon, sup | My heart was full before.
Eum. O Phocyas, Phocyas !
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 now daughter!
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 flow for errors learnt too late, Art. [Weeping aside.) I thank ye, eyes! This When timely caution should prevent our fate. is but decent tribute,