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Cut off in the fresh ripening prime of manhood,
Ceph. Alas, then, will your sorrows never end !
(A flourish of trumpets. Ceph That sound proclaims the arrival of the
The guards conduct him from the citadel.
Though plunged in ills, and exercised in care,
SPOKEN BY ANDROMACHE.
I hope you'll own, that, with becoming art, I might have took one night--to think upon it. I've play'd my game, and topp'd the widow's But why, you'll say, was all this grief exprest part.
For a first husband, laid long since at rest? My spouse, poor man, could vot live out the Why so mnch coldness to my kind protector? play,
-Ah, ladies ! had you known the good man But died commodiously on his wedding-day;
Hector! While I, his relict, made, at one bold fling, Homer will tell you, (or I'm misinform’d,) Myself a princess, and young Sty a king. That when, enrag'd, the Grecian camp he storm'd, You, ladies, who protract a lover's pain,
To break the tenfold barriers of the gate, And hear your servants sigh whole years in vain, He threw a stone of such prosligious weight Which of you all would not on marriage ven- As no two men could list, not even those ture,
Who in that age of thund'ring mortals rose; Might she so soon upon her jointure enter? It would have strain’d a dozen modern beaux. 'Twas a strange Äscape! Had Pyrrhus liv'd till At length, howe'er, I laid my weeds aside, now,
And sunk the widow in the well-dress'd bride : I had been finely hamper'd
In you it still remains to grace the play, To die by one's own hand, and fly the charms And bless with joy my coronation day; Of love and life in a young monarch's arms ! Take, then, ye circles of the brave and fair, 'Twere a hard fate--ere I had undergone it, The fatherless and widow to your care!
SIEGE OF DAMASCUS.
Oft has the Muse here tried her magic arts, By faction weaken'd, and disunion broke,
Britons, be warn’d; let e'en your pleasures here
Beware, lest blessings long possest displease; Past ages roll
, renew'd, before your sight. Nor grow supine with liberty and ease. His awful form the Greek and Roman wears, Your country's glory be your constant aim, Wak'd from his slumber of two thousand years: Her safety all is yours—think your's her fame. And man's whole race, restor’d to joy and pain, Unite at home-forego intestine jars ; Act all their little greatness o'er again.
Then scorn the rumours of religious wars; No common woes to-night we set to view; Speak loud in thunder from your guarded shores Important in the time, the story new.
And tell the continent the sea is your's. Our opening scenes shall to your sight disclose Speak on-and say, by war, you'll peace maintain, How spiritual dragooning first arose;
”Till brightest years, reserv'd for George's reign, Claims drawn from Heaven by a barbarian lord, Advance, and shine in their appointed round: And faith first propagated by the sword. Arts then shall flourish, plenteous joys abound, In rocky Araby this post began,
And, cheer'd by him, each loyal muse shall sing, And swiftly o'er the neighbouring country ran : The happiest island, and the greatest king.
SARACENS. LUMENES, governor of Damascus.
CALED, general of the Saracen army. HERBIS, his friend, one of the chiefs of the city. ABUDAH, nert in command under Caled. PHOCYAS, a noble and valiant Syrian, privately DARAN, a wild Arabian, professing Mahomelan. in love with Eudocia.
ism for the sake of the spoil. , of guards.
SERGIUS, an "Express from aneremperor Hera- REAPLARNI,&C
. Saracen captains.
Officers, soldiers and attendants. WOMEN. EUDOCIA, daughter to Eumenes. Officers, soldiers, citizens and attendants. SCENE,—The City of Damascus, in Syria, and the Saracen Camp before it. And, in the las
Act, a Valley adjacent,
Enter EOMENES, PHOCYAS, ANTAMON, 80 SCENE I.-The City.
Eum. Brave Phocyas, thanks! Mine and the Enter EUMENES, followed by a crowd of people.
(People shout and cry, A Phocyas, &c. Eum. I'll hear no more. Begone!
Yet, that we may not lose this breathing space, Or stop your clamorous mouths, that still are
Hang out the flag of truce. You, Aitamon, open
Haste with a trumpet to the Arabian chiefs, To bawl sedition, and consume our corn. And let them know, that, hostages exchanged, If you will follow me, send home your women, I'd meet them now upon the eastern plain. And follow to the walls; there earn your safety,
(Erit ARTAMON. As brave men should. Pity your wives and chil- Pho. What means Eumenes ? dren!
Eum. Phocyas, I would try Yes, I do pity them, Heaven knows I do,
By friendly treaty, if on terms of peace
They will yet withdraw their powers.
What terms can you expect from bands of rob-
What terms from slaves, but slavery? You Herb. News! we are betrayed, deserted;
know The works are but half-manned; the Saracens
These wretches fight not at the call of honour; Perceive it, and pour on such crowds, they blunt for injured rights, or birth, or jealous greatness, Our weapons, and have drained our stores of That sets the princes of the world m arms. death.
Base-born, and starved amidst their stoney deWhat will you next?
serts, Eum. I have sent a fresh recruit; The valiant Phocyas leads them on--whose deeds Long have they viewed from far, with wishing
eyes, In early youth assert his noble race;
Our fruitful vales, our fig-trees, olives, vines, A more than common ardour seems to warm
Our cedars, palms, and all the verdant wealth His breast, as if he loved and courted danger. That crowns fair Lebanon's aspiring brows. Herb. I fear 'twill be too late.
Here have the locusts pitched, nor will they leave Eum. (Aside.) I fear it too:
These tasted sweets, these blooming fields of And though I braved it to the trembling crowd, P've canght the infection, and I dread the event.
For barren sands, and native poverty, Would I had treated—but 'tis now too late
Till driven away by force. Come, Herbis
Eum. What can we do? (A noise is heard without, of officers giving Our people in despair, our soldiers barassed orders.
With daily toil, and constant nightly watch : 1st Offi. Help there ! more help! all to the
Our hopes of succour from the emperor eastern gate! 2d Offi. Look where they cling aloft, likeclus- That went to ask them; one brave
Uncertain ; Eutyches not yet returned,
beaten; tered bees!
The Arabians numerous, cruel, flushed with conHere, archers, ply your bows.
quest. est Off. Down with the ladders !
Herb. Besides, you know what frenzy fires What, will you let them mount?
their minds 2d Offi . Aloft there! give the signal, you that
Of their new faith, and drives them on to danwait In St Mark's tower.
Eum. True; they pretend the gates of Para• 1st Offi. Is the town asleep!
dise Ring out the alarum bell! (Beli rings, and the citizens run to and fro in Of all that die in fighting for their cause.
Stand ever open, to receive the souls confusion.
Pho. Then would I send their souls to Parg(A great shout.
And give their bodies to our Syrian eagles. Enter HERBIS.
Our ebb of fortune is not yet so low Herb. So-the tide turns; Phocyaş has driven To leave us desperate. Aids may soon arrive; it back.
Mean time, in spite of their late bold attack, The gate once more is ours.
The city still is ours; their force repelled,
And therefore weaker ; proud of this success, And why see we so many thousand tents
mons, And sally on their camp?
When first we marched against you, to surEum. No-let us first
render. Believe the occasion fair, by this advantage, Two moons have wasted since, and now the third To purchase their retreat on easy terms: Is in it's wane. 'Tis true, drawn off awhile, That failing, we the better stand acquitted At Aiznadin we met and fought the powers To our own citizens. However, brave Phocyas, Sent by your emperor to raise our siege. Cherish this ardour in the soldiery,
Vainly you thought us gone; we gained a conAnd in our absence form what force thou canst;
quest. Then if these hungry bloodhounds of the war You see we are returned ; our hearts, our cause, Should still be deaf to peace, at our return Our swords the same. Our widened gates shall pour a sudden flood Herb. But why those swords were drawn, Of vengeance on them, and chastise their scorn. And what's the cause, inform us.
(Exeunt. Eum. Speak your wrongs,
If wrongs you have received, and by what means SCENE II.-A Plain before the City. A Pros- They may be now repaired. pect of Tents at a distance.
Abu. Then, christians, hear!
And Heaven inspire you to embrace its truth! Enter CALED, ABUDAH, and DARAN.
Not wrongs to avenge, but to establish right, Dar. To treat, my chiefs! what, are we mer- Our swords were drawn: For such is heaven's chants then,
you to the faith. Till every iron neck bend to obedience.
Art. (Aside.] So-then, it seems Another storm makes this proud city ours; There is no harm meant; we are only to be beaten What need we treat? I am for war and plunder. Into a new religion-If that's all,
Cal. Why, so am I-and but to save the lives I find I am already half a convert. Of mussulmen, not christians, I would not treat. Eum. Now, in the name of Heaven, what faith I hate these christian dogs; and 'tis our task,
is this, As thou observ'st, to fight; our law enjoins it: That stalks gigantic forth thus armed with terHeaven, too, is promised only to the valiant.
slaughter? This earth, it seems, has gifts that please him Herb. Bold, frontless men! that impudently
dare Cal. Check not his zeal, Abudah.
To blend religion with the worst of crimes; Abu. No; I praise it.
And sacrilegiously usurp that name, Yet, I could wish that zeal had better motives. To cover fraud, and justify oppression ! Has victory no fruits but blood and plunder? Eum. Where are your priests? What doctors That we were sent to fight, 'tis true; but where
of your law fore?
Have you e'er sent to instruct us in its preFor conquest, not destruction. That obtained,
cepts ? The more we spare, the caliph has more sub-To solve our doubts, and satisfy our reason, jects,
And kindly lead us through the wilds of error And Heaven is better served-But see, they To these new tracts of truth-This would be
And well might claim our thanks. Enter EUMENES, HERBIS, und ARTAMON.
Cal. Friendship like this Cal. Well, christians, we are met, and war With scorn had been received: your numerous awhile,
vices, At your request, has stilled his angry voice, Your clashing sects, your mutual rage and strise, To hear what you'll propose.
Have driv'n religion and her angel guards, Eum. We come to know,
Like out-casts, from among you. In her stead, After so many troops you've lost in vain, Usurping superstition bears the sway, If you'll draw off in peace, and save the rest. And reigns in mimic state, 'inidst idol shows, Herb. Or rather to know first-for yet we And pageantry of power. Who does not mark know not
Your lives! Rebellious to your own great pidu Why on your heads you call our pointed arrows,
phet In our own just defence? What means this visit? Who mildly taught you— Therefore Mabomet
Has brought the sword to govern you by force, Have bowed beneath the yoke-behold our march Nor will accept obedience so precarious. O’er half your land, like flame through fields of Eum. O solemn truths, though from an im
harvest. pious tongue !
(Aside. And last view Aiznadin, that vale of blood ! That we're unworthy of our holy faith,
There seek the souls of forty thousand Greeks, To Heaven, with grief and conscious shame, we That, fresh from life, yet hover o'er their bodies.
Then think, and then resolve. But what are you, that thus arraign our vices, Herb. Presumptuous men! And consecrate your own? Vile hypocrites ! What though you yet can boast successful guilt, Are you not sons of rapine, foes to peace, Is conquest only your's? Or dare you hope Base robbers, murderers
That you shall still pour on the swelling tide, Cal. Christians, nom
Like some proud river that has left its banks, Eum. Then say,
Nor ever know repulse ? Why have you ravaged all our peaceful borders? Eum. Have you forgot ! Plundered our towns ? and by what claim e’en Not twice seven years are past since e'en your now,
prophet You tread this ground?
Bold as he was, and boasting aid divine, Herb. What claim, but that of hunger? Was by the tribe of Corish forced to fly, The claim of ravenous wolves, that leave their Poorly to fly, to save his wretched life, dens,
From Mecca to Medina. To prowl at midnight round some sleeping vil- Abu. No-forgot! lage,
We well remember how Medina screened
Dar. Why, my chiefs,
To these idolaters ?-Words are but air ; Eum. Oh! now indeed you boast a noble Blows would plead better. title!
Cal. Daran, thou say’st true. What could your prophet grant? a hireling slave! Christians, here end our truce.
Behold once Not even the mules and camels, which he drove, Were his to give; and yet the bold impostor The sword of heaven is drawn! nor shall be Has cantoned out the kingdoms of the earth,
sheathed In frantic fits of visionary power,
But in the bowels of Damascus.
Eum. That, To soothenbis pride, and bribe his fellow mad
Or speedy vengeance, and destruction due Cal. Was it for this you sent to ask a parley, To the proud menacers, as Heaven sees fit! To affront our faith, and to traduce our pro
(Ereunt. phet? Well might we answer you with quick revenge.
SCENE III.- A Garden.
shout of soldiers To yield us aid, and pay us annual tribute. And clash of arms tumultuous fill the air. Èum. No-Should we grant you aid, we must
Methinks this interval of terror seems be rebels;
Like that, when the loud thunder just hag rolled
And every gloomy thought is now no more.
Pho. Where is the treasure of my soul! White as the snows of heaven; to every soldier
Eudocia, A scimitar. This, and of solid gold
Behold me here impatient, like the miser Ten ingots, be the price to buy your absence. That often steals in secret to his gold, Cal. This, and much more, even all your shi- And counts with trembling joy, and jealous transning wealth,
port, Will soon be ours: look round your Syrian fron- The shining heaps which he still fears to lose. tiers !
Eud. Welcome, thou brave, thou best deserSee in how many towns our hoisted flags
ving lover! Are waving in the wind; Sachna, and Hawran, How do I doubly share the common safety, Proud Tadmor, Aracah, and stubborn Bosra Since 'tis a debt to thee!-But tell me, Phocyas,