Ceph. But, nadam, what will be the rage of Once shed a tear? Or speak one soft, kind word? Defrauded of his promised happiness? Andr. That will require thy utmost skill: Ob- Why am I still thus anxious for his life? serve The first impetuous onsets of his grief; me; Speak of our marriage; let him think I loved him; Tell him my soul reposed itself on him, I have a thousand farewells to my son : Ceph. Alas! I fear I never shall outlive you. What have I done? Where am I? Where is Pyrrhus? Ye gods! What mean these horrors? I am undone! My soul is on the rack! I cannot bear it: The court of Pyrrhus has no room for me! Did he once sigh? Bestow one pitying look? Why do I start at his impending fate? Enter CLEONE. Her. Oh, Cleone, help me! What have I done? Is Pyrrhus yet alive? What sayest thou? Answer me: Where is the king? Cleo. Madam, I saw the cruel prince set forward, Triumphant in his looks, and full of joy. She passed along with a dejected air, Her. Insulting tyrant! I shall burst with rage! But say, Cleone, didst thou mark him well? Was his brow smooth? Say, did there not ap pear Some shade of grief, some little cloud of sorrow! Did he not stop? Did he not look once back? Didst thou approach him? Was he not confounded? Did he not- -Oh, be quick and tell me all! Cleo. Madam, the tumult of his joy admits No thought but love. Unguarded he marched on 'Midst a promiscuous throng of friends and foes. His cares all turn upon Astyanax, Whom he has lodged within the citadel, Cleo. He's in the temple with his whole retinue. Her. Is he still resolute? Is he still deter mined? For her confederate nations fought, and kings were slain, Troy was o'erthrown, and a whole empire fell. My eyes want force to raise a lover's arm, Against a tyrant that has dared to wrong me! Cleo. Madam, like Helen, trust your cause to Greece. Her. No; I'll avenge myself! I'll to the tem- F'll overturn the altar, stab the priest ! Let me be gone! I have no time to lose! Orest. Madam, 'tis done; your orders are The tyrant lies expiring at the altar. Orest. Even now he gasps in death: Our Greeks, all undistinguished in the crowd, Revenge! revenge! broke through the thronging press, And rushed, tumultuous, on the unguarded king; He reeled, he groaned, and at the altar fell. Orest. Madam, forgive their rage. | Begone! I know thee not! Thou fell barbarian! What had he done? What could provoke thy madness, To assassinate so great, so brave a man? Orest. Oh, grant me patience, Heaven! With your own lips did you not curse the tyrant, Pronounce his death, and urge me to destroy him? Her. What if, transported by my boundless I could not bear to see him wed another, And all my anger was excess of love. Orest. Hear me but speak: Heaven knows, Her. Why did you not return? Why not con- A second time? And, undetermined still, hounds! To do with my revenge? What drew you hither? To bring on me the vengeful woes that haunt you? Are these the fruits of your detested love? My friends, my country, Greece, and all mankind: But chiefly I renounce thee! monster, thee! [Exit. Orest. Am I awake? Where am I? Soft, my soul; Be not too rash.- -Was that Hermione? Why should her anger thunder against me? Was not this blood shed all by her command?I am, indeed, a most outrageous monster! A ruffian, murderer, a base assassin ! And all to please a false, ungrateful woman. Henceforward let the laws of nations cease; And let the pale, that severs right and wrong, Things sacred and profane, be broken down; Gods in their temples, kings upon their thrones, Are not in safety, while Orestes lives! hor-Oh! never more shall my torn mind be healed, Nor taste the gentle comfort of repose! A dreadful band of gloomy cares surround me, And lay strong siege to my distracted soul! I own your vengeance had been more complete, Had Pyrrhus fallen by me, and had he known Hermione chastised him by my arm. Her. Peace, monster! peace! Go tell thy To savages, and howl it in the desert. Hence to thy Greeks, and boast thy foul exploits! My soul abhors them! I disclaim the deed! And vows revenge upon the foes of Pyrrhus. The people arm and muster in the streets : Our Greeks will not be able long to guard The palace gates, and to secure our flight. We must be speedy, sir. Orest. You may depart, My friends-Hermione and I remain- Örest. Hermione no more!-Oh, all ye powers! Pyl. Full of disorder, wildness in her looks, With hands expanded, and dishevelled hair, Breathless and pale, with shrieks she sought the temple; In the mid-way she met the corpse of Pyrrhus; She started at the sight; then, stiff with horror, Gazed frightful: waking from the dire amaze, She raised her eyes to heaven with such a look, As spoke her sorrows, and reproached the gods: Then plunged a poniard deep within her breast, And fell on Pyrrhus, grasping him in death. Orest. I thank you, gods-I never could expect To be so wretched-You have been industrious Pyl. You hazard your retreat by these delays. The guards will soon beset us. Your complaints Are vain, and may be fatal. His ravings will return with his misfortunes. Orest. I am dizzy!-Clouds !-Quite lost in utter darkness. Guide me, some friendly pilot, through the storm. Iyl. How is it, sir?-Repose yourself on me. It is Hermione that strikes-Confusion! She catches Pyrrhus in her arms.—Oh, save me! How terrible she looks! She knits her brow! She frowns me dead! She frights me into madness! Where am I?-Who are you? Pyl. Alas, poor prince! Help to support him.-How he pants for breath! I blaze again! See there! Look where they come; A shoal of furies-How they swarm about me! My terror! Hide me! Oh, their snakey locks! Hark, how they hiss! See, see, their flaming brands! Now they let drive full at me! How they grin, And shake their iron whips! My ears! What yelling! And see, Hermione! She sets them on-Thrust not your scorpions thus into my bosom! Oh! I am stung to death! Dispatch me soon! There-take my heart, Hermione! Tear it out! Disjoint me! kill me!-Oh, my tortured soul! Pyl. Kind Heaven restore him to his wonted calm! Oft have I seen him rave, but never thus: Quite spent! Assist me, friends, to bear him off; Our time is short: should his strong rage return, 'Twould be beyond our power to force him hence. Away, my friends! I hear the portal open. [Exeunt. Enter PHENIX, attended by Guards. Phan. All, all are fled! Orestes is not here! Triumphant villains!-The base, giddy rabble, Whose hands should all have been employed with Cut off in the fresh ripening prime of manhood, Even in the pride of life; thy triumphs new, And all thy glories in full blossom round thee! The very Trojans would bewail thy fate. Ceph. Alas, then, will your sorrows never end! Andr. Oh, never, never!--While I live, my tears Will never cease; for I was born to grieve.Give present orders for the funeral pomp: [To PHENIX. Let him be robed in all his regal state; Place round him every shining mark of honour: And let the pile, that consecrates his ashes, Rise like his fame, and blaze above the clouds. [A flourish of trumpets. Ceph That sound proclaims the arrival of the prince; EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY ANDROMACHE. I hope you'll own, that, with becoming art, I've play'd my game, and topp'd the widow's part. My spouse, poor man, could not live out the play, But died commodiously on his wedding-day; You, ladies, who protract a lover's pain, Might she so soon upon her jointure enter? 'Twas a strange 'scape! Had Pyrrhus liv'd till now, I had been finely hamper'd in my vow. I might have took one night-to think upon it. Homer will tell you, (or I'm misinform❜d,) At length, howe'er, I laid my weeds aside, THE SIEGE OF DAMASCUS. BY HUGHES. PROLOGUE. OFT has the Muse here tried her magic arts, By faction weaken'd, and disunion broke, New states are form'd, and ancient empires fall. Convey some moral to th' attentive ear. No common woes to-night we set to view; And swiftly o'er the neighbouring country ran: Beware, lest blessings long possest displease; MEN. EUMENES, governor of Damascus. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. MEN. HERBIS, his friend, one of the chiefs of the city. PHOCYAS, a noble and valiant Syrian, privately in love with Eudocia. ARTAMON, an officer of the guards. CALED, general of the Saracen army. SERGIUS, an Express from the emperor Hera- RAPHAN, &c. } Saracen captains. clius. WOMEN. EUDOCIA, daughter to Eumenes. Officers, soldiers, citizens and attendants. Officers, soldiers and attendants. SCENE, The City of Damascus, in Syria, and the Saracen Camp before it. And, in the lust Act, a Valley adjacent. |