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Cal. This is something.
There, in the gardens of eternal spring, And yet I do not like this half-ally
While birds of paradise around you sing, Is he not still a christian?
-But no matter- Each, with his blooming beauty by his side, Mean time I will attack the eastern gate; Shall drink rich wines that in full rivers glide, Who first succeeds gives entrance to the rest. Breathe fragrant gales o'er fields of spice that Hear, all !—Prepare ye now for boldest deeds, blow, And know, the prophet will reward your valour. And gather fruits immortal as they grow ; Think that we all to certain triumph move; Ecstatic bliss shall your whole powers emplov, Who falls in fight yet meets the prize above. And every sense be lost in every joy. [Ercunt.
SCENE I.-A great square in the city before Abu. Caled, our task is over. the governor's palace.
Behold the chiefs; they have resigned the palace.
Cal. And sworn to obey our law? Enter ABUDAI, Saracen captains, and soldiers ;
Abu. No. with EUMENES, Herbis, and other Christians, Cal. Then fall on. unarmed.
Abu. Hold yet, and hear me -Ilearen, by me, Eum. It must be so- -farewell, devoted walls!
has spared To be surprised thus ! -Ilell, and all ye fiends, The sword its cruel task. On easy terms How did ye watch this minute for destruction ! We've gained a bloodless conquest. Herb. We've been betrayed by riot and de- Cal. I renounce it. bauch;
Curse on those terms! The city's mine by storm. Curse on the traitor guard!
I Eum. The guard above,
Abu. Nay then, I swear ye shall not. Did that sleep too?
Cal. Ha !- -Who am I? Abu. Christians, complain no more;
Abu. The generatand I know What you have asked is granted. Are ye men,
What reverence is your due. And dare ye question thus, with bold iinpatience, [Caled gives signs to his men to fall on. Eternal justice !- -Know, the doom from Hea
-Nav, he who stirs,
First makes his way through me. My honour's Falls on your towers, resistless as the bolt
pledged ; That fires the cedars on your mountain tops. Rob me of that who dares. [They stop.] I know Be meek, and learn with humble awe to bear
thee, Caled, The mitigated ruin. Warse had followed, Chief in command; bold, valiant, wise, and faithHad ye opposed our numbers. Now you're safe; Quarter and liberty are given to all;
But yet, remember, I'm a Mussulman; And little do ye think how much ye owe Nay, more, thou know'st, companion of the proz To one brave enemy, whom yet ye know not.
And what we vow is sacred.
Cal. Thou art a Christian,
-Ha-Who are these? I swear thou art, and hast betrayed the faith. Eum. All's lost, indeed.
Curse on thy new allies ! Yield up thy sword, if thou wouldst share our Abu. No more--this strife safety.
But ill bescems the servants of the caliph, Thou com’st too late to bring us news.
And casts reproach Christians, withdraw a Art. Oh!
while; The news I bring is from the eastern guard. I pledge my life to answer the conditions Caled has forced the gate, and but he's here.
(Ercunt Eumenes, Herbis, &c. (A cry without.] Fly, fly; they follow- Why, Caled, do we thus expose ourselves Quarter, mercy, quarter !
A scorn to nations that despise our law? [Several persons, as pursued, run over the stage. Thou call'st me Christian-What! Is it because Caled. [Without.] No quarter! Kill, 1 say. I prize my plighted faith, that I'm a Christian? Are they not Christians ?
Come, 'tis not well, and ifMore blood ! our prophet asks it,
Cal. What terms are yielded?
Abu. Leave to depart, to all that will; an oath He enters with DARAN, &c,
First given, no more to aid the war against us; What, Abudah !
An unmolested march; each citizen Well met but wherefore are the looks of To take his goods, not more than a mule's burn peace?
den; Why sleeps thy sword?
The chiefs six mules, and ten the governor;
Beside some few slight arms for their defence Eud. O, yet beware-lest some event unknown Against the mountain robbers.
Again should part us, Cal. Now, by Mahomet,
Pho. (Aside.] Heaven avert the omen! Thou hast equipped an arıny !
None can, my fair, none shall.
Eud. Alas! thy transports
-Besides, thou know'st Pho. There are no foes—or none to thee What towns of strength remain yet unsubdued.
No danger. Let us appear this once like generous victors, Eud. No foes? So future conquests shall repay this bounty, Pho. I know not how to tell thee yet ;And willing provinces even court subjection. But think, Eudocia, that my matchless love,
Cal. Well-be it on thy head, if worse befall! And wondrous causes pré-ordained conspiring, This once I yieldbut see it thus proclaimed For thee have triumphed o’er the fiercest foes, Through all Damascus, that who will depart And turned them friends. Must leave the place this instant- -Pass, Eud. Amazement! Friends !
[Ereunt. O all ye guardian powers Say on-0 lead me,
Lead me through this dark maze of Providence, SCENE II.-The outside of a nunnery.
Which thou hast trod, that I may trace thy steps,
With silent awe, and worship as I pass.
Pho. Enquire no more thou shalt know all Eud. Darkness is fled; and yet the morning hereafterlight
Let me conduct thee henceGives me more fears than did night's deadly Eud. O, whither next? gloom.
To what fár distant home! But 'tis enough, Within, without, all, all are foes---Oh, Phocyas, That, favoured thus of Heaven, thou art my Thou art perhaps at rest! would I were too!
[After a pause. And as we journey on the painful way, This place has holy charms; rapine and murder Say, wilt thou then beguile the passing hours, Dare not approach it, but are awed to distance. And open all the wonders of the story? I've heard that even these infidels have spared Pho. Indulge no more thy melancholy thoughts! Walls sacred to devotion-World, farewell ! Damascus is thy home. Here will I hide me, till the friendly grave
Eud. And yet thou sayest Opens its arms and shelters me for ever! (Exit. It is no longer ours Where is my father?
Pho. To show thee, too, how Fate seems ereEnter PhocyAS. Pho. Did not I hear the murinurs of a voice, To guard thy safety, e'en thy father now, This way?--a woman's too :--and seemed Wert thou within his power, would stand decomplaining?
feated Ilark !No-0 torture! Whither shall I turn Of his tyrannic vow.
Thou know'st last night
What hope of aid fattered this foolish city. I've searched the palace rooms in vain; and now, at break of day, the Arabian scouts had seized I know not why, some instinct brought me hither; A second courier, and, from him, 'tis learned 'Twas here last night we met. Dear, dear Eu- That on their march the army mutinied, docia !
And Eutyches was slain, Might I once more--- (Going out he meets her. Eud. And yet, that now Eud. Who calls the lost Eudocia ?
Is of the least importance to my peace. Sure 'tis a friendly voice,
But answer me; say, where is now my father? Pho. 'Tis she- -O rapture!
Pho. Or gone, or just preparing to depart. Eud. Is't possible--my Phocyas !
Eud. What! Is our doom reversed?' And is Pho. My Eudocia !
he then Do I yet call thee mine?
The wretched fugitive? Eud. Do I yet see thee?
Pho. Thou heavenly maid! Yet hear thee speak ?-0 how hast thou escaped To free thee, then, from every anxious thought, from barbarous swords, and men that know not know, I've once more, wronged as I am; ev'n mercy?
saved Pho. I've borne a thousand deaths since our Thy father's threatened life; nay, saved Da
last parting. But wherefore do I talk of death ?-for now, From blood and slaughter, and from total ruin. Methinks, I'm raised to life immortal,
Terms are obtained, and general freedom granted And feel I'm blest beyond the power of change. To all that will, to leave in peace the city.
Eud: Is't possible—now trust me I could | Distrustful of the righteous powers above, chide thee:
That still protect the chaste and innocent: Tis much unkind to hold me thus in doubt : And to avert a feigned, uncertain danger, I pray thee clear these wonders.
Thou hast brought certain ruin on thy country! Pho. 'Twill surprise thee,
Pho. No, thou forgetst the friendly terms When thou shalt know
the sword, Eud. What?
Which threatened to have filled the streets with Pho. To what deadly gulphs
blood, Of horror and despair, what cruel straits I sheathed in peace; thy father, thou, and all Of agonizing thought I have been driven, The citizens, are safe, uncaptived, free. This night, ere my perplexed, bewildered soul, Eud. Safe! free! O no -life, freedom, eve Could find its way—thou saidst that thou ry good, wouldst chide;
Turns to a curse, if sought by wicked means. I fcar thou wilt; indeed, I have done that Yet sure it cannot be! Are these the terms I could have wished to avoid—but for a cause On which we meet ?-No; we can never meet So lovely, so beloved
On terms like these; the hand of death itself Eud. What dost thou mean?
Could not have toru us from each other's arms I'll not indulge a thought, that thou couldst do Like this dire act, this more than fatal blow ! One act unworthy of thyself, thy honour,
In death, the soul and body only part, And that firm zeal against these foes of heaven, To meet again, and be divorced no more; Which won my heart, at first, to share in all
But now Thy dangers and thy fame, and wish thee mine. Pho. Ha! lightning blast me! strike me, Thou couldst not save thy life by means inglo- Ye vengeful bolts, if this is my reward ! rious.
Are these my hoped for joys! Is this the welPho. Alas! thou know'st me not-I'm man,
The wretched Phocyas meets, from her he loved To error born; and who, that's man, is perfect? | More than life, fame-even to his soul's distracTo save my life? O no, well was it risked
tion ! For thce! had it been lost, it were not too much, Eud. Hast thou not helped the slaves of MaAnd thou wert safe;–0, what wouldst thou have
To spread their impious conquest o'er thy coun, If I had risked my soul to save Eudocia ? Eud. Ha! speak—Oh, no, be dumb_it can- What welcome was there in Eudocia's power not be !
She has withheld from Phocyas? But, alas ! And yet thy looks are changed, thy lips grow 'Tis thou hast blasted all our joys for ever, pale.
And cut down hope, like a poor short-lived flower, Why dost thou shake?-Alas! I tremble too! Never to grow again! Thou couldst not, hast not, sworn to Mahomet? Pho. Cruel Eudocia ! Pho. No-I should first have died—nay, given If, in my heart's deep anguish, I've been forced
Awhile from what I was-dost thou reject me? Eud. O Phocyas! was it well to try me thus ! Think of the cause And yet another deadly fear succeeds.
Eud. The cause? There is no causeHow came these wretches hither? Who revived Not universal nature could afford Their fainting arms to unexpected triumph? A cause for this. What were dominion, pomp, For while thou fought'st, and fought'st the chris- The wealth of nations, nay, of all the world,
The world itself, or what a thousand worlds, These battered walls were rocks impregnable, If weighed with faith unspotted, heavenly truth, Their towers of adamant. But, oh! I fear Thoughts free from guilt, the empire of the mind, Some act of thine
And all the triumphs of a godlike breast, Pho. Oh, I must tell thee all;
Firm and unmoved in the great cause of virtue? But prithee do not frown on me, Eudocia ! Pho. How shall I answer thee?-My soul is I found the wakeful foe, in midnight council,
awed, Resolved, ere day, to make a fresh attack, And, trembling, owns the eternal force of reason. Keen for revenge, and hungry after slaughter But, oh! can nothing then atone, or plead Could my racked soul bear that, and think of thee! | For pity from thee? Nay, think of thee exposed, a helpless prey, Eud. Can'st thou yet undo To some fierce ruffian's violating arms! The deed that's done; recal the time that's past? O, had the world been mine, in that extreme O, call back yesterday; call back last night, I should have given whole provinces away, Though with its fears, its dangers, its distress : Nay, all-and thought it little for thy ransom! Bid the fair hours of innocence return, Eud. For this, then-Oh-thou hast betrayed When, in the lowest ebb of changeful fortune, the city!
Thou wert more glorious in Eudocia's eyes,
Than all the pride of monarchs ! But that deed— Heaven will relent, and all may yet be well. Pho. No more-thou waken'st in my tortur- Eud. No--we inust part. "'Twill ask whole ed heart
years of sorrow The cruel, conscious worm, that stings to mad- To purge away this guilt. Then do not think
Thy loss in me is worth one dropping tear : Oh, I'm undone ! -I know it, and can bear But if thou wouldst be reconciled to Heaven, To be undone for thee, but not to lose thee. First sacrifice Heaven that fatal passion Eud. Poor wretch SI pity thee!- -but art Which caused thy fall- Farewell: forget the lost thou Phocyas,
- But how shall I ask that ?-I would have said, The man I loved !-1 could have died with thee For my soul's peace, forget the lost Eudocia. Ere thou didst this; then we had gone together, Can’st thou forget her -Ob! the killing torture A glorious pair, and soared above the stars, To think it was love, excess of love, divorced us! Bright as the stars themselves; and as we passed Farewell for- -still I cannot speak that word, The heavenly roads, and milky ways of light, These tears speak for me—0 farewell Had heard the blest inhabitants, with wonder,
[Erit. Applaud our spotless love. But never, never Pho. [Raving] For ever! Will I be made the curst reward of treason, Return, return and speak it; say, for ever! To seal thy doom, to bind a hellish league, She's gone—and now she joins the tugitives. And to ensure thy everlasting woe.
And yet she did not quite pronounce my doomPho. What league ?—'tis ended—I renounce O hear, all gracious Heaven! wilt thou at once it-thus
[Kneels. Forgive, and O inspire me to some act I bend to heaven and thee -O) thou divine, This day, that may in part redeem what's past ! Thou matchless image of all perfect goodness! Prosper this day, or let it be my last ! [Erit. Do thou but pity yet the wretched Phocyas,
SCENE I.-An open Place in the City. Dar. Forward it looks as they had been
forewarned. Enter Caled and Daran meeting, By Mahomet, the land wears not the face Cal. SOLDIER, what news? thou look’st as thou of war, but trade! and thou wouldst swear its
Cal. (Aside.] Ha! this starts
A lucky thought of Mahomet's first exploit, I know thee honest, and perhaps I guess
When he pursued the caravan of Corash, What knits thy brows in frowns
And from a thousand misbelieving slaves Dar. Is this, my leader,
Wrested their ill-heaped goods, transferred to A conquered city- -View yon vale of palms :
thrive Behold the vanquished Christian triumph still, In holier hands, and propagate the faith.Rich in his flight, and mock thy barren war! 'Tis said, (To Dur.] the emperor had a wardrobe Cal. The vale of palms !
here Dar. Beyond those hills, the place
Of costly silks. Where they agreed this day to meet and halt, Dar. That too they have removed. To gather all their forces; there disguised, Cal. Dogs ! infidels ! 'tis more than was alJust now I've viewed their camp--O, I could lowed.
Dar. And shall we not pursue them—RobMy eyes for what they've seen.
bers ! thieves ! Cal. What hast thou seen?
That steal away themselves, and all they're worth, Dar. Why, all Damascus-all its soul, its life, And wrong the valiant soldier of his due! Its heart blood, all its treasure, piles of plate, Cal. (Aside.] The caliph shall know this—he Crosses enriched with gems, arras and silks,
shall, Abudah; And vests of gold, unfolded to the sun,
This is thy coward bargain—I renounce it. That rival all his lustre.
Daran, we'll stop their march, and search. Cal. How !
Dar. And strip
Cal. And kill.
lle should not know of this. No, nor Abudah,
By the seven heavens! his soul's a Christian too, | Yet putst out reason's eye, that still should guide And 'tis by kindred instinct he thus saves
thee Their cursed lives, and taints our cause with Then plungeth down some precipice unseen, mercy.
And art no more !—IIear me, all-gracious Heaven!
It has undone me!-Herbis! where, my friend, Cal. No more, away
Hast thou been this long hour? With thy cold fears-we'll march this very in
Enter HERBIS. stant, And quickly make his thriftless conquest good :
Herb. On yonder summit, The sword too has been wronged, and thirsts for To take a farewell prospect of Damascus. blood.
[E.reunt. Eum. And is it worth a look ?
Herb. No_I've forgot it.
and harness lying up and down amongst them. We're cheated whilst we think we hold them
And when they're gone, we know that they were
nothing.Enter EUMENES, with Officers, Attendants, and But I've a deeper wound. crowds of the people of Damascus.
Eum. Poor, good old man ! Eum. [Entering] Sleep on-and angels be 'Tis true--thy son—there thou’rt indeed unthy guard !--soft slumber
happy. Has gently stole her from her griefs awhile;
Enter Artamox. Let bone approach the tent- Are out-guards placed
What Artamon !-art thou here, too? On vonder hills?
[To an Officer. Art. Yes, sir. Offi . They are.
I never boasted much of my religion, Eun. [Siriking his breast.] Damascus, O- Yet I've some honour and a soldier's pride; Still art thou here !--Let me intreat you, friends, I like not these new lords. To keep strict order: I have no command,
Eum. Thou’rt brave and honest. And can but now advise you.
Nay, we'll not yet despair. A time may come, 1st. Cit. You are still
When from these brute barbarians we may Our head and leader.
wrest 2d. Cit. We resolve to obey you.
Once more our pleasant seats.--Alas! how soon 3d. Cit. We are all prepared to follow you. The fatterer, Hope, is ready with his song Eum. I thank you.
To charm us to forgetfulness !--No more-The sun will soon go down upon our sorrows, Let that be left to leaven-See, Herbis, see, And 'uill to-inorrow's dawn this is our home : Methinks we've here a goodly city yet. Meanwhile, each as he can, forget his loss, Was it not thus our great forefathers lived, And bear the present lot
In better times-in humble fields and tents, Offi. Sir, I have marked
With all their flocks and herds, their moring The camp's extent: it is stretched quite through wealth ? the valley.
See too, where our own Pharphar winds his I think that more than half the city's herc. Eum. The prospect gives me much relief. I'm Through the long vale, as if to follow us, pleased,
And kindly offers his cool, wholesome draughts, My honest countrymen, to observe your nun- To ease us in our march !- Why this is plenty, bers ;
Enter EUDOCIA. And vet it tills my eves with tears--Tis said The mighty Persian wept, when he surveyed My daughter !--wherefore hast thou left thy Ilis numerous army, but to think them mortal;
tent? Yet he then flourished in prosperity.
What breaks so soon thy rest? Alas! what's that ?-Prosperity !a harlot, Eud. Rest is not there, That snules but to betrav! O shining ruin! Or I have sought in rain, and cannot find it. Thou nurse of passions, and thou bane of virtue! Oh no-we're wanderers, it is our doom; O self-destroying inonster! that art bliud, There is no rest for us.