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Take thy last look; if yet ihy eyes can bear
-Dost thou now Reproach me thus ? or canst thou have a thought That I can e'er forget thee ?
Pho. (Rising.] Have a care !
[Showing a Dagger. Thy cruelty is mercy now—Farewell ! And death is now but a release from torment !
Eud. Hold-Stay thee yet !-O madness of despair ! And wouldst thou die ? Think, ere thou leap'st the gulf, When thou hast trod that dark, that unknown, way, Canst thou return? What if the change prove worse ! O think if then
Pho. No--thought's my deadliest foe; And therefore to the grave I'd fly to shun it! Eud. O fatal error
-Like a restless ghost,
Pho. I thank thee !
all For thee before, but this ; this bosom friend, My last reserve -There
[Throws away the Dagger. Tell me now, Eudocia, Cut off from hope, deny'd the food of life,
And yet forbid to die, what am I now?
[Turns away, weeping.
for some time.
fort, Fly, save them, save the threaten'd lives of christians, My father and his friends !—I dare not stayHeaven be my guide, to shun this gathering ruin!
Enter CALED. Cal. [Entering.] So-Slaughter, do thy work! These hands look well. (Looking on his Hands. Phocyas ! Thou’rt met-But whether thou art here
forward, A friend or foe I know not ; if a friend, Which is Eumenes' tent?
Pho. Hold, pass no further.
Pho. No-on thy life no further.
me not ! Pho. Not know thee !- -Yes, too well I know thee
now, O murd'rous fiend ! Why all this waste of blood ? Didst thou not promise
Cal. Promise !-Insolence!
Pho. That's well-go on-I swear I thank thee.
mouth; For this thou soon shalt chew the bitter fruit Of Zacon's tree, the food of fiends below. Go-speed thee thither--Pushing at him with his Lance, which PhocyAS
puts by, and kills him.
Cal. [Falling.) O dog! thou gnaw'st my heart I
(Dies. Pho. Thanks to the gods, I have reyeng’d my country!
Several Parties of CHRISTIANS and SARACENS pass over the further end of the Stage,
fighting. The former are beaten. At last EUMENES rallies them, and makes a stand, then,
Enter A BUDAH, attended.
Abu. No- -I must own
-O mussulmans, look here! Be hold, Where like a broken spear, your arm of war Is thrown to earth !
Eum. Ha ! Caled ?
Abu. Dumb and breathless.
Eum. This thirst of blood
Abu. Bear hence his clay
Your goods shall be untouch'd, your persons safe, Nor shall our troops, henceforth, on pain of death, Molest your march.- If more you ask, 'tis granted. Eum. Still just and brave ! thy virtues would
adorn A purer
faith! Thou, better than thy sect,
Abu. (Aside.] O Power Supreme !
Enter ARTAMON and EUDOCIA.
Eud. Alas! but is my father safe?
Art. Heaven knows.
Eud. My flight! but whither ?
Art. I hope not so. The noise is ceas'd. Perhaps they're beaten off. We soon shall know ; -here's one, that can inform
Enter first Officer. Soldier, thy looks speak well. What says thy tongue ? 1 Offi. The foe's withdrawn ; Abudah has been
here, And has renew'd the terms. Caled is kill'd
Art. Hold-first thank Heaven for that !