Pho. No-on thy life no further. Cal. What, dost thou frown too!—sure thou know'st me not! Pho. Not know thee!Yes, too well I know thee now, O murd'rous fiend! Why all this waste of blood? 'Tis well, 'tis well -for now I know thee too. Pho. That's well-go on-I swear I thank thee. For this thou soon shalt chew the bitter fruit Go--speed thee thither Pushing at him with his Lance, which PHOCY AS puts by, and kills him. Pho. Go thou first thyself. Cal. [Falling.] O dog! thou gnaw'st my heart I False Mahomet! Is this then my reward- -O [Dies. Pho. Thanks to the gods, I have reveng'd my coun try! [Exit PHOCYAS. SCENE II. THE SIEGE OF DAMASCUS. 63 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 ABUDAH, attended. Abu. Forbear, forbear, and sheath the bloody sword, Eum. Abudah! is this well? Abu. No--I must own You've cause.- -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. Then thus has Heaven chastis'd us in thy fall, Eum. This thirst of blood Back to Damascus. Cast a mantle first Or to prevent it, or repair your wrongs. Your goods shall be untouch'd, your persons safe, A purer faith! Thou, better than thy sect, Makes us even wish thee ours. Abu. [Aside.] O Power Supreme! That mad'st my heart, and know'st its inmost frame, If yet I err, O lead me into truth, Or pardon unknown error !--Now, Eumenes, Friends as we may be, let us part in peace. Exeunt severally. Enter ARTA MON and EUDOCIA. Eud. Alas! but is my father safe? Art. Heaven knows. I left him just preparing to engage : When, doubtful of th' event, he bade me haste Eud. My flight! but whither? O no-if he is lost Art. I hope not so. The noise is ceas'd. Perhaps they're beaten off. We soon shall know ; us. -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 The foe's withdrawn; Abudah has been here, And has renew'd the terms.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! Eud. Where is Eumenes? 1 Offi. I left him well; by his command I came Art. Is bad, perhaps, so says This sudden pause. Well, be it so; let's know it, 1 Offi. Eumenes mourns A friend's unhappy fall; Herbis is slain ; Art. See, where Eumenes comes! What's this? To lead some wounded friend- -Alas! 'tis- [They withdraw to one Side of the Stage. Enter EUMENES, leading in PHOCYAS, with an Arrow Eum. Give me thy wound ! O I could bear it for This goodness melts my heart. What, in a moment Pho. Moments are few, And must not now be wasted. O Eumenes, Eum. Look, look here, Eudocia ! [They advance. -O what cruel Behold a sight, that calls for all our tears! hand- Pho. No 'twas a kind one-Spare thy tears, Eu- docia ! For mine are tears of joy―― Eud. Is't possible? Pho. "Tis done the powers supreme have heard my prayer, And prosper'd me with some fair deed this day. I've fought once more, and for my friends, my country. By me the treacherous chiefs are slain; a while Eud. What shall I say to thee, to give thee comfort? Pho. Say only thou forgiv'st me--O, Eudocia! No longer now my dazzled eyes behold thee Thro' passion's mists: my soul now gazes on thee, And sees thee lovelier in unfading charms! Bright as the shining angel host that stood― Whilst I-but there it smarts Eud. Look down, look down, Ye pitying powers! and help his pious sorrow! Eum. "Tis not too late, we hope, to give thee help. See! yonder is my tent: we'll lead thee thither; Come, enter there, and let thy wound be dress'd. Perhaps it is not mortal. Pho. No, not mortal ? No flattery now. By all my hopes hereafter, A few short moments, till I have conjur'd you, For know-- Eud. What dost thou say? O touch not yet the broken springs of life! |