But yet, remember, I'm a mussulman; Here will I hide me, till the friendly grave Pho. Did not I hear the murmurs of a voice, This way?-a woman's too?———and seemed complaming? Nay more, thou know'st, companion of the pro- Hark!-No-O torture! Whither shall I turn phet, And what we vow is sacred. Cal. Thou art a Christian, I swear thou art, and hast betrayed the faith. Abu. No more-this strife But ill beseems the servants of the caliph, I pledge my life to answer the conditions [Exeunt EUMENES, HERBIS, &c. Cal. What terms are yielded? Abu. Leave to depart, to all that will; an oath First given, no more to aid the war against us; An unmolested march; each citizen To take his goods, not more than a mule's bur- The chiefs six mules, and ten the governor; Cal. Now, by Mahomet, The greatest part by far will choose to stay, Cal. Well-be it on thy head, if worse befall! move on. -Pass, [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The outside of a Nunnery. Enter EUDOCIA. Eud. Darkness is fled; and yet the morning light Gives me more fears than did night's deadly Within, without, all, all are foes-Oh, Phocyas, [After a pause. me? I've searched the palace rooms in vain; and now, I know not why, some instinct brought me hither; 'Twas here last night we met. Dear, dear Eudocia ! Might I once more [Going out, he meets her, Eud. Who calls the lost Eudocia ? Sure 'tis a friendly voice. Pho. 'Tis she-0 rapture! Eud. Is't possible-My Phocyas! Do I yet call thee mine? Eud. Do I yet see thee; Yet hear thee speak?-O how hast thou escaped From barbarous swords, and men that know not mercy? Pho. I've borne a thousand deaths since our But wherefore do I talk of death ?-for now, Pho. [Aside.] Heaven avert the omen!- Eud. Alas! thy transports Make thee forget; is not the city taken? Eud. And are we not beset with foes? Eud. No foes? Pho. I know not how to tell thee yet ;- Eud. Amazement! Friends! O all ye guardian powers!-Say on-O lead me, Pho. Enquire no more-thou shalt know all Let me conduct thee hence- And, as we journey on the painful way, Pho. Indulge no more thy melancholy thoughts! Eud. And yet thou say'st -Where is my father? Pho. To shew thee, too, how Fate seems every way To guard thy safety, e'en thy father now, Of his tyrannic vow. Thou know'st last night, Eud. And yet, that now Is of the least importance to my peace. The wretched fugitive? Pho. Thou heavenly maid! To free thee, then, from every anxious thought, Know, I've once more, wronged as I am, ev'n saved Thy father's threatened life; nay, saved Damas cus From blood and slaughter, and from total ruin. 'Tis much unkind to hold me thus in doubt: Pho. 'Twill surprise thee, When thou shalt know Eud. What? Pho. To what deadly gulphs Of horror and despair, what cruel straits I fear thou wilt; indeed, I have done that I could have wished to avoid-but for a cause So lovely, so beloved Eud. What dost thou mean? I'll not indulge a thought, that thou couldst do rious. Pho. Alas! thou know'st me not-I'm man, frail man, To error born; and who, that's man, is perfect? To save my life? O no, well was it risked For thee! had it been lost, 'twere not too much, And thou wert safe;-O, what wouldst thou have said, If I had risked my soul to save Eudocia? And yet thy looks are changed, thy lips grow Pho. No-I should first have died-nay, given up thee. Eud. O Phocyas! was it well to try me thus ! And yet another deadly fear succeeds. How came these wretches hither? Who revived These battered walls were rocks impregnable, Pho. Oh, I must tell thee all; But prithee do not frown on me, Eudocia! Nay, think of thee exposed, a helpless prey, the city! every good, Turns to a curse, if sought by wicked means. Pho. Ha! lightning blast me! strike me, Awhile from what I was-dost thou reject me? | A glorious pair, and soared above the stars, Think of the cause Eud. The cause? There is no cause- A cause for this. What were dominion, pomp, And all the triumphs of a godlike breast, And, trembling, owns the eternal force of reason. Eud. Canst thou yet undo The deed that's done; recal the time that's past? O, call back yesterday; call back last night, The cruel, conscious worm, that stings to mad ness. Oh, I'm undone !- -I know it, and can bear To be undone for thee, but not to lose thee. Eud. Poor wretch! I pity thee!--but art thou Phocyas, The man I loved!-I could have died with thee Ere thou didst this; then we had gone together, Bright as the stars themselves; and as we passed Pho. What league?-'tis ended-I renounce it-thus[Kneels. I bend to heaven and thee-O thou divine, Thou matchless image of all perfect goodness! Do thou but pity yet the wretched Phocyas, Heaven will relent, and all may yet be well. Eud. No-we must part. Twill ask whole To purge away this guilt. Then do not think Pho. [Raving] For ever! [Erit. Return, return and speak it; say, for ever! Erit. Dar. Why, all Damascus-all its soul, its life, Its heart-blood, all its treasure, piles of plate, Crosses enriched with gems, arras and silks, And vests of gold, unfolded to the sun, That rival all his lustre. Cal. How! Dar. 'Tis true. The bees are wisely bearing off their honey, Cal. So forward too! Curse on this foolish treaty! Dar. Forward--it looks as they had been forewarned. By Mahomet, the land wears not the face merchants Were sending forth their loaded caravans Cal. [Aside.] Ha! this starts A lucky thought of Mahomet's first exploit, Eum. I thank you. The sun will soon go down upon our sorrows, And 'till to-morrow's dawn this is our home: Meanwhile, each as he can, forget his loss, And bear the present lot Offi. Sir, I have marked The camp's extent: 'tis stretched quite through the valley. I think that more than half the city's here. Eum. The prospect gives me much relief, I'm pleased, My honest countrymen, to observe your numbers; And yet it fills my eyes with tears-'Tis said Then plungeth down some precipice unseen, ven! Let me wear out my small remains of life, Curse me no more with proud prosperity! Enter HERBIS. Herb. On yonder summit, To take a farewell prospect of Damascus. All our possessions are a grasp of air; And when they're gone, we know that they were nothing. But I've a deeper wound. Eum. Poor, good old man! 'Tis true-thy son-there thou'rt indeed unhappy. Enter ARTAMON. I never boasted much of my religion, Eum. Thou'rt brave and honest. Thy words are balsam to my griefs. Eudocia, Eum. Forgiven thee !-Why, for thee it is, thee only, I think, Heaven yet may look with pity on us; I see Thousands of happy wretches, that but seem Enter an Officer. Offi. Where is Eumenes? Eum. What means thy breathless haste? Offi. I fear there's danger: For as I kept my watch, I spied afar Thick clouds of dust, and on a nearer view I'll to the guard myself. Enter another Officer. 2d Offi. Arm, arm! we're ruined! The foe is in the camp. Eum. So soon! 2 Off. They've quitted Their horses, and with sword in hand have forced Our guard; they say they come for plunder. Eum. Villains! Sure Caled knows not of this treachery. Come on-we can fight still. We'll make them know What 'tis to urge the wretched to despair. [A noise of fighting is heard for some time. Enter DARAN, with a party of Saracen Soldiers. Dar. Let the fools fight at distance—Here's the harvest. Reap, reap, my countrymen!-Ay, there-first clear |