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I tremble still--and scarce have power to ask Could ever drive me from thee !--Dost thou
thee How thou art here, or whence this sudden out- Reproach me thus? or canst thou have a thought
That I can e'er forgive thee? Pho. [Walking aside.) The blood ebbs back Pho. (Rising.] Have a care! that filled my heart, and now
I'll not be tortured more with thy false pity! Again her parting farewell awes my soul, No, I renounce it. Sce, I am prepared. As it were fate, and not to be revoked.
[Shewing a dagger. Will she not now upbraid me,-See thy friends! Thy cruelty is mercy now -Farewell! Are these, are these the villains thou hast And death is now but a release from torment! trusted ?
Eud. Hold-Stay thee yet.-- madness of Eud. What means this murmured sorrow to
And wouldst thou die? Think, ere thou leap'st Is it in vain that thou hast rescued me
the gulph, From savage hands ?-Say, what's the approach. When thou hast trod that dark, that unknown ing danger?
way, Pho. Sure eyery angel watches o'er thy safety! Canst thou return! What if the change prove Thou seest 'tis death to approach thee without
O think, if thenAnd Barbarism itself cannot profane thee. Pho. No--thought's my deadliest foe; Eud. Thou dost not answer; whence are these 'Tis lingering racks, and slow consuming fires, alarms?
And therefore to the grave I'd fly to shun it! Pho. Some stores removed, and not allowed Eud. O fatal error! -Like a restless ghost, by treaty,
It will pursue and haunt thee still; even there, Haye drawn the Saracens to make a search. Perhaps, in forms more frightful. Death's a Perhaps 'twill quickly be agreed But, Oh! Thou knowest, Eudocia, I'm a banished man, By which poor guessing mortals are deceived; And 'tis a crime I'm here once more before thee, 'Tis no where to be found. Thou flyest in vain Else might I speak; 'twere better for the present From life, to meet again with that thou flyest. If thou would'st leave this place.
How wilt thou curse thy rashness then? How Eud. No- I have a father,
start, (And shall I leave him?) whom we both have And snudder, and shrink back? yet how avoid wronged,
To put on thy new being? Or he had not been thus driven out, exposed Pho. I thank thee! The humble tenant of this sheltering vale, For now I'm quite undone I gave up all For one poor night's repose. And yet, alas ! For thee before, but this ; this bosom friend, For this last act, how would I thank thee, Pho- My last reserve—There
(Throws away the dagger. I've nothing, now, but prayers and tears to give, Tell me now, Eudocia, Cold, fruitless thanks ! - -But, 'tis some com Cut off from hope, denied the food of life,
And yet forbid to die, what am I now?
[Turns away weeping. May mourn our woes, ere yet again we part Pho. Thou weep'st! Pho. For ever!
Canst thou shed tears, and yet not melt to 'Tis then resolved --It was thy cruel sentence,
mercy? And I am here to execute tby doom.
O say, ere yet returning madness seize me, Eud. What dost thou mean?
Is there in all futurity no prospect, Pho. (Kneeling.) Thus at thy feet
No distant comfort ? Not a glimmering light Eud. O rise !
To guide me through this maze? Or must I gow Pho. Never—No, here I'll lay my burthen Sit down in darkness and despair for ever? down;
[Here they both continue silent for some time. I've tried its weight, nor can support it longer. Still thou art silent?-Speak, disclose my doom, Take thy last look; if yet thy eyes can bear That's now suspended in this awful moment! To look upon a wretch accurst, cast off O speak-for now my passions wait thy voice : By Heaven and thee--A little longer yet, My beating heart grows calm, my blood stands And I am mingled with my kindred dust, By thee forgotten, and the world
Scarcely I live, or only live to hear thee. Eud. Forbear,
Eud. If yet—but can it be !-I fear-0, PhoO cruel man! Why wilt thou rack me thus ?
cyas, Didst thou not mark-thou didst, when last we Let me be silent still! parted,
Pho. Hear then this last, The pangs, the strugglings of my suffering soul ; This only prayer !-- Heaven will consent to this, That nothing but the hand of Heaven itself Let me but follow thee, where'er thou goest,
But see thee, hear thy voice; be thou my angel, 1 Of Zacon's tree, the food of fiends below. To guide and govern my returning steps, Go-speed thee thither 'Till long contrition and unwearied duty,
(Pushing at him with his lance, which PHOShall expiate my guilt. Then say, Eudocia,
CYAS puts by, and kills him. If, like a soul annealed in purging fires,
Pho. Go thou first thyself, After whole years thou seest me white again, Cal. (Falling.[ O dog! thou gnaw'st my heart! When thou, even thou, shalt think
False Mahomet! Eud. No more -This shakes
Is this then my reward-O
(Dics. My firmest thoughts, and if
Pho. Thanks to the gods, I have revenged my (Here a cry is heard of persons slaugh
(Erit PHOCYAS. tered in the camp: -What shrieks of death!
Several parties of Christians and Saracens pass I fear a treacherous foe have now
over the farther end of the stage, fighting: Begun a fatal harvest ! Haste,
The former are beaten. At last EUMENES Prevent- wouldst thou see me more with
rallies them, and makes a stand. Then enters comfort,
ABUDAH attended. Fly, save them, save the threatened lives of Abu. Forbear, forbear, and sheath the bloody Christians,
sword! My father and his friends!—I dare not stay Eum. Abudah! Is this well? Heaven be my guide to shun this gathering ruin! Abu. No-I must own
[Exit Eudocia. | You have cause- mussulmans, look here!
Where, like a broken spear, your arm of war
Eum. Ha! Caled ? (Looking on his hands. Abu. Dumb and breathless. The jovial hunter, ere he quits the field,
Then thus has Heaven chastised us in thy fall, First signs him in the stag's warm vital stream, And thee, for violated faith. Farewell, With stains like these, to shew 'twas gallant Thou great, but cruel man! sport.
Eum. His thirst of blood Phocyas ! Thou art met-But whether thou art In his own blood is quenched. here
(Comes forward. Abu. Bear hence his clay A friend or foe, I know not; if a friend, Back to Damascus. Cast a mantle first Which is Eumenes' tent?
O'er this sad sight: so should we hide his faults. Pho. Hold -pass no further.
Now hear, ye servants of the prophet, hear! Cal. Say'st thou, not pass ?
A greater death than this demands your tears, Pho. No -on thy life no further.
For know, your lord the caliph is no more! Cal. What, dost thou frown too! sure thou Good Abubeker has breathed out his spirit knowest me not !
To him that gave it. Yet your caliph lives, Pho. Not know thee! Yes, too well I know Lives now in Omar. See, behold his signet,
Appointing me, such is his will, to lead
Alas! foreknowledge sure of this event
Guided his choice ! Obey me, then, your chief.'Tis well, 'tis well--for now I know thee too. For you, O Christians ! know with speed I came, Perfidious, mongrel slave! Thou double traitor ! On the first notice of this foul design, False to thy first and to thy latter vows ! Or to prevent it, or repair your wrongs. Villain !
Your goods shall be untouched, your persons safe, Pho. That's well—go on-I swear I thank Nor shall our troops, henceforth, on pain of thee.
death, Speak it again, and strike it through my ear ! Molest march. If more you ask, 'tis granted. A villain !-Yes, thou mad'st me so, thou devil ! Eum. Still just and brave? thy virtues would And mind'st me now what to demand from thee.
adorn Give, give me back my former self, my honour, A purer faith! Thou, better than thy seet, My country's fair esteem, my friends, my all That darst decline from that to acts of mercy! Thou canst not thoa robber ! Give me Pardon, Abudah, if thy honest heart then
Makes us even wish thee ours. Revenge, or death! The last I well deserve, Abu. (Aside.] O, Power Supreme ! That yielded up my soul's best wealth to thee, That mad'st my heart, and know'st its inmost For which accurst be thou, and cursed thy pro
If yet I err, O lead me into truth, Cal. Hear'st thou this, Mahomet --Blas. Or pardon unknown error !-Now, Eumenes, pheming mouth!
Friends as we may be, let us part in peace. For this thou soon shalt chew the bitter fruit
Eud. Is't possible?
Pho. 'Tis done--the powers supreme have
heard my prayer, Enter ARTAMON and EUDOCIA.
And prospered me with one fair deed this day. Eud. Alas! but is my father safe?
I've fought once more, and for my friends, my Art. Heaven knows.
country. I left him just preparing to engage;
By me the treacherous chiefs are slain; a while When, doubtful of the event, he bade me haste, I stopped the foe, till, warned by me before To warn his dearest daughter of the danger, Of this their sudden march, Abudah came; And aid your speedy flight.
But first this random shaft had reached my Eud. My flight ! but whither?
breast. O no-if he is lost
Life's mingled scene is o'er 'tis thus that drt. I hope not so.
Heaven The noise is ceased. Perhaps they are beaten off. At once chastises, and, I hope, accepts me; We soon shall know; here's one that can inform And now I wake as from the sleep of death.
Eud. What shall I say to thee to give thee
comfort ? Enter first Officer.
Pho. Say only thou forgiv'st me -0, Eudo Soldier, thy looks speak well. What says thy
No longer now my dazzled eyes behold thee 1st Offi
. The foe's withdrawn ; Abudah has Through passion's mists; my soul now gazes on been here,
thee, And has renewed the terms. Caled is killed And sees thee lovelier in unfading charms !
Art. Hold-first thank Heaven for that! Bright as the shining angel host that stood Eud. Where is Eumenes ?
Whilst but there it smarts1st Off. I left him well; by his command I Eud. Look down, look down,
Ye pitying powers, and help his pious sorrow! To search you out, and let you know this news. Èum. 'Tis not too late, we hope, to give thee I've more; but that
help. Art. Is bad, perhaps ; so says
See! yonder is my tent: we'll lead thee thither; This sudden pause. Well, be it so; let us Come, enter there, and let thy wound be dressed. know it,
Perhaps it is not mortal. 'Tis but life's chequered lot.
Pho. No! not mortal! 1st Ofh. Eumenes mourns
No flattery now. By all my hopes hereafter, [They withdraw to one side of the stage. For the world's empire I'd not lose this death! A friend's unhappy fall; Herbis is slain; Alas ! I but keep in my fleeting breath A settled gloom seemed to hang heavy on him, A few short moments, till I have conjured you The effect of grief, 'tis thought, for his lost son. That to the world you witness my remorse When, on the first attack, like one that sought For my past errors, and defend my fame. The welcome means of death, with desperate For know-soon as this pointed steel's drawn valour
out, He pressed the foe, and met the fate he wished. Life follows through the wound. Art. See, where Eumenes comes! What's Eud. What dost thou say? this? He seems
O touch not yet the broken springs of life! To lead some wounded friend--Alas! 'tis A thousand tender thoughts rise in my soul.
How shall I give them words! Oh, till this hour Enter EUMENES leading in Process, with an
I scarce have tasted woe ! this is indeed arrow in his breast.
To part—but, oh!
-death is now painful ! for thee!
But say, my friends, whilst I have breath to ask, This goodness melts my heart. What! in a mo- (For still methinks all your concerns are mine) ment
Whither have you designed to bend your journey? Forgetting all thy wrongs, in kind embraces Eum. Constantinople is my last retreat, To exchange forgiveness thus !
If Heaven indulge my wish; there I've resolved Pho. Moments are few,
To wear out the dark winter of my life, And must not now be wasted. 0, Eumenes, An old man's stock of days—I hope not many. Lend me thy helping hand a little farther ; Eud. There will I dedicate myself to Heaven: O where, where is she?
[They advance. O, Phocyas, for thy sakc, no rival else Eum. Look, look here, Eudocia!
Shall e'er possess my heart. My father too Behold a sight that calls for all our tears ! Consents to this my vow. My vital flame Eud. Phocyas, and wounded !-O what cruel There, like a taper on the holy altar, hand
Shall waste away; till Heaven, relenting, hears Pho. No,'twas a kind one -Spare thy tears, Incessant prayers for thee and for myself, Eudocia!
And wings my soul to meet with thine in bliss. For mine are tears of joy.
For in that thought I find a sudden hope,
Eum. Give me thy wound! 0 I could bear it Toplam No more
As if inspired, springs in my breast, and tells me, She faints--Help there, and bear her to her tent. That thy repenting frailty is forgiven,
[EUD. faints away. And we shall meet again, to part no more. Art. (Weeping aside.] I thank ye, eyes. This Pho. (Plucking out the arrow.] Then all is done
is but decent tribụte. -'twas the last pang—at length My heart was full before. I've given up thee, and the world now is nothing. Eum. O Phocyas, Phocyas !
[Dies. Alas! he hears not now, nor sees my sorrows! Eum. Alas! he falls. Help, Artamon, sup- Yet will I mourn for thee, thou gallant youth,
As for a son so let me call thee nowLook how he bleeds! Let's lay him gently down. A much-wronged friend, and an unhappy bero! Night gathers fast upon him
-look up, A fruitless zeal, yet all I now can show; Or speak, if thou hast life -Nay then-my Tears vainly flow for errors learnt too late, daughter !
When timely caution should prevent our fate.
[Ereunt omnos EPILOGUE. Well, sirs, you've seen, his passion to ap- | For why ?-each head is wiser than the nation, prove,
The points of faith for ever will divide you, A desperate lover give up all for love,
And bravely you declare-none e'er shall rids All but his faith.-Methinks now I can 'spy,
you. Among your airy sparks, some who would cry, In practice all agree, and every man Phoo, pox--for that what need such pother? Devoutly strives to get what wealth he can: For one faith left, he would have got another. All parties at this golden altar bow, True: 'Twas your very case. Just what you say, Gain, powerful gain's the new religion now. Our rebel fools were ripe for, tother day; But leave we this-Since in the circle smile Though disappointed, now they're wiser grown, So many shining beauties of our isle, And with much grief-are forced to keep their Who to more generous ends direct their aim,
And shew us virtue in its fairest frame; These generous madmen gratis sought their ruin, To these, with pride, the author bids me say, And set no price, not they, on their undoing. 'Twas chiefly for your sex he wrote this play ; For gain, indeed, we've others would not dally, And if in one bright character you find Or with stale principles, stand shilly-shally Superior honour, and a noble mind, You'll find all their religion in 'Change-Ally; Know, from the life Eudocia's charms he drew, There all pursue, or better means or worse, And hopes the piece shall live, that copies yoik. Jago's rule,. Put money in your purse;'
Sure of success, he cannot miss his end, For though you differ still in speculation, If every British heroine proves his friend,
END OF VOLUME FIRST.