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First makes his way through me. My honour's Here will I hide me, till the friendly grave pledged ;

Opens its arms and shelters me for ever! (Erit. Rob me of that who dares. (They stop.] I know thee, Caled,

Enter PHOCYAS. Chief in command; bold, valiant, wise, and faith Pho. Did not I hear the murmurs of a voice, ful;

This way?

a woman's too?—and seemed But yet, remember, I'm a mussulman;

complaining? Nay more, thou know'st, companion of the pro- Hark !-No-o torture ! Whither shall I turn phet,

me ? And what we vow is sacred.

I've searched the palace rooms in vain; and now, Cal. Thou art a Christian,

I know not why, some instinct brought me hither; I swear thou art, and hast betrayed the faith. 'Twas here last night we met. Dear, dear EuCurse on thy new allies !

docia! dbu. No more-this strife

Might I once more (Going out, he meets her, But ill beseems the servants of the caliph,

Eud. Who calls the lost Eudocia ? And casts reproach -Christians, withdraw a Sure 'tis a friendly voice. while;

Pho. 'Tis she -O rapture !
I pledge my life to answer the conditions-

Eud. Is't possible-My Phocyas!
[Ereunt EUMENES, HERBIS, &c. Pho. My Eudocia !
Why, Caled, do we this expose ourselves Do I yet call thee mine?
A scorn to nations that despise our law ?

Eud. Do I yet see thee;
Thou call'st me Christian- What! Is it because Yet hear thee speak?-0 how hast thou escaped
I prize my plighted faith, that I'm a Christian? From barbarous swords, and men that know not
Come, 'tis not well; and if-
Cal. What terms are yielded?

Pho. I've borne a thousand deaths since or sibu. Leave to depart, to all that will; an oath

last parting. First given, no more to aid the war against us; But wherefore do I talk of death -for now, An aumolested march; each citizen

Methinks, I'm raised to life immortal, To take his goods, vot more than a mule’s bur- | And feel I'm blest beyond the power of change. den;

Eud. O, yet beware-lest some event unknown The chiefs six mules, and ten the governor ; Again should part us. Beside some few slight arms for their defence Pho. (Aside.) Heaven avert the omen! Against the mountain robbers.

None can, my fair, none shall. Cal. Now, by Mahomet,

Eud. Alas! thy transports
Thou hast equipped an army !

Make thee forget; is not the city taken?
Abu. Canst thou doubt

Pho. It is.
The greatest part by far will choose to stay, Eud. And are we not beset with foes?
Reccive our law, or pay the accustomed tribute? Pho. There are no foes-or none to thee-
What fear we then from a few wretched bands

no danger.
Of scattered fugitives?---Besides, thou know'st Eud. No foes?
What towns of strength remain yet unsubdued. Pho, I know not how to tell thee yet ;-
Let
appear
this once like generous victors,

But think, Eudocia, that my matchless love, So future conquests shall repay this bounty, And wond'rous causes pre-ordained conspiring, And willing provinces even court subjection. For thee have triumphed o'er the fiercest foes,

Cal. Well-be it on thy head, if worse befall! And turned them friends. This once I yield—~But see it thus proclaimed Eud. Amazement! Friends! Through all Damascus, that who will depart O all ye guardian powers SSay on-0 lead me, Must leave the place this instant -Pass, Lead me through this dark maze of Providence,

[Exeunt. Which thou hast trod, that I may trace thy steps,

With silent awe, and worship as I pass.
SCENE II.—The outside of a Nunnery. Pho. Enquire no more-thou shalt know all

hereafter-
Enter EUDOCIA.

Let me conduct thee hence Eud. Darkness is fled; and yet the morning Eud. O, whither next? light

To what far distant home? --But 'tis enough, Gives me more fears than did night's deadly That, favoured thus of Heaven, thou art my gloom.

guide. Within, without, all, all are foes—Oh, Phocyas, And, as we journey on the painful way, Thou art perhaps at rest! would I were too! Say, wilt thou then beguile the passing hours,

[After a pause. And open all the wonders of the story? This placc has holy charms; rapine and murder Pho. Indulge no more thy melancholy thoughts! Dare not approach it, but are awed to distance. Damascus is thy home. I've heard that even these infidels have spared Eud. And yet thou say'st Walls sacred to devotion--World, farewell ! It is no longer ours ! -Where is my father?

US

move on.

up thee.

tian cause,

cus

Pho. To shew thee, too, how Fate seems eve Pho. No I should first have died—nay, given

ry way To guard thy safety, e'en thy father now,

Eud. O Phocyas ! was it well to try me thus ! Wert thou within his power, would stand de And yet another deadly fear succeeds.feated

How came these wretches hither? Who revived Of his tyrannic vow. Thou know'st last night, Their fainting arms to unexpected triumph ? What hope of aid Aattered this foolish city. For while thou fought’st, and fought'st the Chrissit break of day, the Arabian scouts had seized A second courier; and, from him, 'tis learned, These battered walls were rocks impregnable, That on their march the army mutinied, Their towers of adamant. But, oh! I fear And Eutyches was slain.

Some act of thineEud. And yet, that now.

Pho. Oh, I must tell thee all; Is of the least importance to my peace.

But prithee do not frown on me, Eudocia! But answer me; say, where is now my father? I found the wakeful foe, in midnight council,

Pho. Or gone, or just preparing to depart. Resolved, ere day, to make a fresh attack, Eud. What! Is our doom reversed? And is Keen for revenge, and hungry after slaughterhe then

Could my racked soul bear that, and think of The wretched fugitive ?

thee! Pho. Thou heavenly maid !

Nay, think of thee exposed, a helpless prey, To free thee, then, from every anxious thought, To some fierce ruffian's violating arms! Know, I've once more, wronged as I am, ev'n O, had the world been mine, in that extreme saved

I should have given whole provinces away, Thy father's threatened life; nay, saved Damas- Nay, all—and thought it little for thy ransom!

Eud. For this, then-Oh-thou hast betrayed From blood and slaughter, and from total ruin.

the city! Terms are obtained, and general freedom granted Distrustful of the righteous powers above, To all that will, to leave in peace the city. That still protect the chaste and innocent: Eud. Is't possible !—now trust me I could Add to avert a feigned, uncertain danger, chide thee:

Thou hast brought certain ruin on thy country! 'Tis much unkind to hold me thus in doubt: Pho. No, thou forget'st the friendly termis I pray thee clear these wonders.

the sword, Pho. 'Twill surprise thee,

Which threatened to have filled the streets with When thou shalt know

blood, Eud. What?

I sheathed in peace; thy father, thou, and all Pho. To what deadly gulphs

The citizens, are safe, uncaptived, free. Of horror and despair, what cruel straits

Eud. Safe! free! O no-life, freedom, Of agonizing thought I have been driven.

every good, This night, ere my perplexed, bewildered soul, Turns to a curse, if sought by wicked means. Could find its way—thou saidst that thou wouldst Yet sure it cannot be! Are these the terms chide;

On which we meet ?-No; we can never meet I fear thou wilt; indeed, I have done that On terms like these; the hand of death itself I could have wished to avoid -but for a cause Could not have torn us from each other's arms So lovely, so beloved

Like this dire act, this more than fatal blow! Eud. What dost thou mean?

In death, the soul and body only part,
I'll not indulge a thought, that thou couldst do To meet again, and be divorced no more;
One act unworthy of thyself, thy honour,

But now
And that firm zeal against these foes of Heaven, Pho. Ha! lightning blast me! strike me,
Which won my heart, at first, to share in all Ye vengeful bolts, if this is my reward !
Thy dangers and thy fame, and wish thee mine. Are these my hoped-for joys! Is this the wel-
Thou couldst not save thy life by means inglo-
rious.

The wretched Phocyas meets, from her he loved Pho. Alas! thou know'st me not-I'm man, More than life, fame even to his soul's distrac

tion ! To error born; and who, that's man, is perfect? Eud. Hast thou not helped the slaves of MaTo save my life? O no, well was it risked

homet For thee! had it been lost,'twere not too much, To spread their impious conquest o'er thy counAnd thou wert safe;-0, what wouldst thou have said,

What welcome was there in Eudocia's power If I had risked my soul to save Eudocia ? She has withheld from Phocyas ? But, alas ! Eud. Ha! speak-Oh, no, be dumb-it can 'Tis thou hast blasted all our joys for ever, not be !

And cut down hope, like a poor short-lived And yet thy looks are changed, thy lips grow

flower, pale.

Never to grow again! Why dost thou shake? -Alas! I tremble too! Pho. Cruel Eudocia ! Thou couldst not, hast not, sworn to Mahomet? | If, in my heart's deep anguish, I've been forced

come

frail man,

try!

Awhile from what I was—dost thou reject me ? | A glorious pair, and soared above the stars, Think of the cause

Bright as the stars themselves; and as we passed Eud. The cause? There is no cause

The heavenly roads, and milky ways of light, Not universal nature could afford

Had heard the blest inhabitants, with wonder, A cause for this. What were dominion, pomp, Applaud our spotless love. But never, never The wealth of nations, nay, of all the world,

Will I be made the curst reward of treason, The world itself, or what a thousand worlds, To seal thy doom, to bind a hellish league, If weighed with faith unspotted, heavenly truth, and to ensure thy everlasting woe. Thoughts free from guilt, the empire of the Pho. What league?-'tis ended—I renounce mind,

it-thus

(Kneels. And all the triumphs of a godlike breast, I bend to heaven and theem thou divine, Firm and unmoved in the great cause of virtue? Thou matchless image of all perfect goodness! Pho. How shall I answer thec?

-My soul is Do thou but pity yet the wretched Phocyas, awed,

Heaven will relent, and all may yet be well. And, trembling, owns the eternal force of reason. Eud. No-we must part. 'I will ask whole But, oh! can nothing then atone, or plead

years of sorrow For pity from thee?

To purge away this guilt. Then do not think Eud. Canst thou yet undo

Thy loss in me is worth one dropping tear: The deed that's done ; recal the time that's But if thou wouldst be reconciled to Heaven, past?

First sacrifice to Heaven that fatal passion O, call back yesterday; call back last night, Which caused thy fall-Farewell: forget the lost Though with its fears, its dangers, its distress : -But how shall I ask that?-I would have said, Bid the fair hours of innocence return,

For thy soul's peace, forget the lost Eudocia. When, in the lowest ebb of changeful fortune, Can'st thou forget her?-Oh! the killing torture Thou wert more glorious in Eudocia's eyes, To think 'twas love, excess of love, divorced us! Than all the pride of monarchs! But that deed-Farewell for -still I cannot speak that word, Pho. No more -thou waken’st in my tor- These tears speak for me farewelltured heart

(Erit. The cruel, conscious worm, that stings to mad Pho. (Raving] For ever!

Return, return and speak it; say, for ever! Oh, I'm undone! I know it, and can bear She's gone-and now she joins the fugitives. To be undone for thee, but not to lose thee. And yet she did not quite pronounce my doonEud. Poor wretch! I pity thee! but art O hear, all gracious Heaven! wilt thou at once thou Phocyas,

Forgive, and inspire me to some act The man I loved !--I could have died with thee This day, that may in part redeem what's past ! Ere thou didst this; then we had gone together, Prosper this day, or let it be my last !

ness.

(Erit.

ACT V.

Dar. Why, all Damascus—all its soul, its life, SCENE I.-An open Place in the City. Its heart-blood, all its treasure, piles of plate,

Crosses enriched with gems, arras and silks, Enter CALED and DARAN meeting. And vests of gold, unfolded to the sun, Cal. Soldier, what news ? thou look’st as thou That rival all his lustre. wert angry

Cal. How! Dar. And durst I say it, so, my chief, I am. Dar. 'Tis true. I've spoke if it offends, my head is thine; The bees are wisely bearing off their honey, • Take it, and I am silent.

And soon the empty hive will be our own. Cal. No; say on.

Cal. So forward too! Curse on this foolish I know thee honest, and perhaps I guess

treaty ! What knits thy brow in frowns-

Dar. Forward -it looks as they had been Dar. Is this, my leader,

forewarned. A conquered city -View yon vale of palms: By Mahomet, the land wears not the face Behold the vanquished Christian triumph still, Of war, but trade! and thou wouldst swear its Rich in his flight, and mock thy barren war!

merchants Gal. The vale of palms!

Were sending forth their loaded caravans
Dar. Beyond those hills, the place

To all the neighbouring countries.
Where they agreed this day to meet and halt, Cal. (Aside.) Ha! this starts
To gather all their forces; there disguised, A lucky thought of Mahomet's first exploit,
Just now I've viewed their camp-0, I could When he pursued the caravan of Corash,

And from a thousand misbelieving slaves My eyes for what they've seen,

Wrested their ill-heaped goods, transferred to Cal, What bast thou seen?

thrive

curse

In holier hands, and propagate the faith

Eum. I thank you. 'Tis said, [To DAR.] the emperor had a wardrobe The sun will soon go down upon our sorrows, here

And 'till to-morrow's dawn this is our home : Of costly silks.

Meanwhile, each as he can, forget his loss, Dar. That too they have removed.

And bear the present lotCal. Dogs! infidels ! 'tis more than was al Offi. Sir, I have marked lowed.

The camp's extent: 'tis stretched quite through Dar. And shall we not pursue them-Rob

the valley bers ! thieves !

I think that more than half the city's here. That steal away themselves, and all they're Eum. The prospect gives me much relief, I'm worth,

pleased, And

wrong the valiant soldier of his due! My honest countrymen, to observe your numCal. (Aside.) The caliph shall know this-he

bers; shall, Abudah;

And yet it fills my eyes with tears-w'Tis said This is thy coward bargain

I renounce it. The mighty Persian wept, when he surveyed Daran, we'll stop their march, and search. His numerous army, but to think them mortal ; Dar. And strip

Yet he then flourished in prosperity. Cal. And kill.

Alas! what's that ?-Prosperity!-a harlot, Dar, That's well. And yet I fear

That smiles but to betray! O shining ruin! Abudah's Christian friend

Thou nurse of passions, and thou bane of virtue! Cal. If possible,

O self-destroying monster! that art blind, He should not know of this. No, nor Abudah. Yet put’st out Reason's eye, that still should By the seven heavens! his souls a Christian too,

guide theeAnd 'tis by kindred instinct he thus saves Then plungeth down some precipice unseen, Their cursed lives, and taints our cause with And art no more! -Hear me, all-gracious Heamercy,

ven! Dar. I knew my general would not suffer Let me wear out my small remains of life, this;

Obscure, content with humble poverty, Therefore I've troops prepared without the gate, Or in affliction's hard but wholesome school, Just mounted for pursuit. Our Arab horse If it must be I'll learn to know myself, Will in a few minutes reach the place; yet still And that's more worth than empire. But, O I must repeat my doubts--that devil Phocyas

Heaven, Will know it soon-I met him near the gate; Curse me no more with proud prosperity! My nature sickens at him, and forebodes It has undone me!-Herbis ! where, my friend, I know not what of ill.

Hast thou been this long hour? Cal. No more, away

Enter HERBIS.
With thy cold fears--we'll march this very in-
stant,

Herb. On yonder summit,
And quickly make his thriftless conquest good: To take a farewell prospect of Damascus.
The sword too has been wronged, and thirsts for Eum. And is it worth a look?
blood.

(Exeunt. Herb. No-I've forgot it.

All our possessions are a grasp of air ; SCENE II.-A valley full of tents ; baggage We're cheated while we think we hold them and harness lying up and down amongst them.

fast, The prospect terminating with palm trees and And when they're gone, we know that they were hills at a distance.

nothing.

But I've a deeper wound. Enter EUMENES, with Officers, Attendants, and

Eum. Poor, good old man ! crowds of the people of Damascus.

'Tis true thy son—there thou’rt indeed unEum. (Entering) Sleep on--and angels be

happy
thy guard! -soft slumber

Enter ARTAMON.
Has gently stole her from her griefs awhile;
Let none approach the tent- Are out-guards What, Artamon !-art thou here, too?
placed

Art. Yes, sir.
On yonder hills?

[To an Officer. I never boasted much of my religion, Off. They are.

Yet I've some honour, and a soldier's pride; Eum. [Striking his breast.] Damascus, O I like not these new lords. Still art thou here! Let me intreat you, friends, Eum. Thou’rt brave and honest. To keep strict order: I have no command, Nay, we'll not yet despair. A time may come, And can but now advise you.

When from these brute barbarians we may wrest 1st Cit. You are still

Once more our pleasant seats.-Alas! how soon Our head and leader.

The flatterer, Hope, is ready with her song 2d Cit. We resolve to obey you.

To charm us to forgetfulness !-No more 3d Git. We are all prepared to follow you. Let that be left to Heaven-See, Herbis, see,

Methinks we've here a goodly city yet.

Perceived a body of Arabian horse Was it not thus our great forefathers lived, Moving this way. I saw them wind the hill, In better times—in humble fields and tents, And then lost sight of them. With all their flocks and herds, their moving Herb. I saw them too, wealth!

Where the roads meet on the other side these See too, where our own Pharphar winds his

hills, stream

But took them for some band of Christian Arabs Through the long vale, as if to follow us, Crossing the country. This way did they move? And kindly offers his cool, wholesome draughts, Offi. With utmost speed. To ease us in our march !-Why this is plenty. Eum. If they are Christian Arabs,

They come as friends; if other, we're secure Enter EUDOCIA.

By the late terms. Retire a while, Eudocia, My daughter !—wherefore hast thou left thy Till I return.

(Exit EUDOCIA. tent?

I'll to the guard myself.
What breaks so soon thy rest?

Soldier, lead on the way.
Eud. Rest is not there,
Or I have sought in vain, and cannot find it.

Enter another Officer.
Oh no-we're wanderers, it is our doom;

2d Offi. Arm, arm! we're ruined ! There is no rest for us.

The foe is in the camp.
Eum. Thou art not well.

Eum. So soon!
Eud. I would, if possible, avoid myself. 2 Offi. They've quitted
I'm better now, near you.

Their horses, and with sword in hand have forced Eum. Near me! alas,

Our guard; they say they come for plunder. The tender vine so wreathes its folded arms Eum. Villains ! Around some falling elm-It wounds my heart Sure Caled knows not of this treachery. To think thou follow'st but to share my ruin. Come on-we can fight still. We'll make them I have lost all but thee.

know Eud. O say not so.

What 'tis to urge the wretched to despair. You have lost nothing; no-you have preserved (A noise of fighting is heard for some time. Immortal wealth, your faith inviolate To Heaven and to your country. Have you not

Enter DARAN, with a party of Saracen Soldiers. Refused to join with prosperous wicked men, Dar. Let the fools fight at distance-Here's And hold from them a false inglorious great

the harvest. ness?

Reap, rear, my countrymen Ay, there—first Ruin is yonder, in Damascus; now

clear The seat abhorred of cursed infidels.

Those further tentsInfernal error, like a plagne, has spread

(Looking between the Tents.] What's here, a Contagion through its guilty palaces,

woman !-fair And we are fled from death.

She seems, and well attired! It shall be so, Eum. Heroic maid !

I'll strip her first, and thenThy words are balsam to my griefs. Eudocia,

[Erit, and returns with EUDOCIA. I never knew thee 'till this day; I knew not Eud. (Struggling.) Mercy! O spare me ! How many virtues I had wronged in thee! Help, save me What, no help! -Barba Eud. If you talk thus, you have not yet for

rian ! Monster! given me.

Heaven hear my cries ! Eum. Forgiven thee –Why, for thee it is, Dar. Woman, thy cries are vain. thee only,

No help is near.
I think, Heaven yet may look with pity on us ;

Enter PHOCYAS.
Yes, we must all forgive each other now.
Poor Herbis too—we both have been to blame. Pho. Villain, thou ly'st ! take that
0, Phocyas !-but it cannot be recalled.

To loose thy hold-
Yet were he here, we'd ask him pardon too.

[Pushing at him with his speate My child !-I meant not to provoke thy tears. Dar. What, thou? my evil spirit ! Eud. (Aside.] O why is he not here? Why do Is't thou that haunt'st me still !-but thus I

thank thee, Thousands of happy wretches, that but seem

[Offering to strike him with ins scimitar. Undone, yet still are blest in innocence,

It will not be Lightning for ever blast And why is he not one?

This coward arm that fails me!-0, vile Syrian,

(Falls Enter an Officers I'm killed O curse

(Dis. Offi. Where is Eumenes ?

Pho. Die then; thy curses choak thee ! Eum. What means thy breathless haste? Eudocia ! Offi. I fear there's danger :

Eud. Phocyas ! -0, astonishment ! For as I kept my watch, I spied afar

Then is it thus that Heaven tras heard mos Thick clouds of dust, and on a nearer view

prayers ?

I see

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