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thee only,

Eum. Thou art not well.

Enter another Officer.
Eud. I would, if possible, avoid myself.
I'm better now, near you.

2 Offi. Arm, arm! we're ruined ? Eum. Near me! alas,

The foe is in the camp. The tender vine go wreathes its folded arms Eum. So soon! Around some falling elm-It wounds my heart 2 Offi. They've quitted To think thou followest but to share my ruin. Their horses, and with sword in hand have forced I have lost all but thee.

Our guard; they say they come for plunder.
Eud. O say not so.

Eum. Villains !
You have lost nothing; nomyou have preserved Sure Caled knows not of this treachery.
Immortal wealth, your faith inviolate

Come on—we can fight still. We'll make them To Heaven and to your country. Have you not

know Refused to join with prosperous wicked men, What 'tis to urge the wretched to despair. And hold froin them a false inglorious great- (A noise of fighting is heard for some time.

ness? Ruin is yonder, in Damascus; now

Enter Daran, with a party of Saracen Soldiers. The seat abhorred of cursed infidels.

Dar. Let the fools fight at distance-Here's Infernal error, like a plague, has spread

the harvest. Contagion through its guilty palaces,

Reap, reap, my countrymen ! Ay, there-first And we are fied from death.

clear Eum. Heroic maid !

Those further tentsThy words are balsam to my griefs. Eudocia, (Looking between the Tents.] What's here, a I never knew thee 'till this day; I knew not

woman-fair How many virtues I had wronged in thee ! She seems, and well attired !

-It shall be so, Eud. If you talk thus, you have not yet for- I'll strip her first, and thengiven me.

[Erit and returns with Eudocie, Eum. Forgiven thee ! -Why, for thee it is, Eud. (Struggling.) Mercy ! O spare me!

Help, save me What, no help BarbaI think, heaven yet may look with pity on us;

rian ! Monster! Yes, we must all forgive each other now. Heaven hear


cries ! Poor Herbis too-we both have been to blame. Dar. Woman, thy cries are vain. 0, Phocyas !-but it cannot be recalled.

No help is near.
Yet were he here, we'd ask him pardon too.

My child !-I meant not to provoke thy tears.
Eud. [Aside.] O why is he not here? Why do Pho. Villain, thou lyest! take that

To loose thy hold-
Thousands of happy wretches, that but seem

[Pushing at him with his speer. Undone, yet still are blest in innocence,

Dar. What, thou? my evil spirit ! And why is he not one?

Is't thou that hauntest me still?but thus I thank

thee, Enter an Officer

[Offering to strike him with his scimitar.

It will not be-Lightning for ever blast Offi . Where is Eumenes?

This coward arm that fails me !0, vile Syrian, Eum. What means thy breathless haste?

Offi. I fear there's danger :

I'm killed-
O curse

For as I kept my watch, I spied afar

Pho. Die. then; thy curses choak thee! Thick clouds of dust, and on a nearer view

Eudocia! Perceived a body of Arabian horse

Eud. Phocyas !0, astonishment ! Moving this

way. I saw them wind the hill, Then is it thus that Heaven has heard my prayers? And then lost sight of them.

I tremble stilland scarce have power to ask Herb. I saw them too,

Where the roads meet on the other side these How thou art here, or whence this sudden out-

But took them for some band of Christian Arabs Pho. [Walking aside.] The blood ebbs back
Crossing the country.--This way did they move? that tilled my heart, and now
Offi. With utmost speed.

Again her parting farewell awes my soul,
Eum. If they are Christian Arabs,

As it were fate, and not to be revoked.
They come as friends; if other, we're secure Will she not now upbraid me? See thy friends!
By the late terms. Retire a while, Eudocia, Are these, are these the villains thou hast trusted?
Till I return.

[Exit Eudocia. Eud. What means this murmured sorrow to I'll to the guard myself.

thyself? Soldier, lead on the way.

Is it in vain that thou hast rescued me

I see

From savagę hands ? Say, what's the approach- | And wouldst thou die? Think, ere thou leapst ing danger?

the gulph, Pho. Sure every angel watches o'er thy safety! When thou hast trod that dark, that unknown Thou see'st 'tis death to approach thee without

way, awe,

Canst thou return! What if the change prove And barbarism itself cannot profane thee.

worse? Eud. Thou dost not answer; whence are these think, if thenalarms?

Pho. Nom thought's my deadliest foe; Pho. Some stores removed, and not allowed 'Tis lingering racks, and slow consuming fires, by treaty,

And therefore to the grave I'd fly to shun it ! Have drawn the Saracens to make a search.

Eud. O fatal error!- -Like a restless ghost, Perhaps 'twill quickly be agreed—But, Oh! It will pursue and haunt thee still; even there, Thou knowest, Eudocia, I'm a banished man, Perhaps, in forms more frightful. Death's a name And 'tis a criine I'm here once inore before thee; By which poor guessing mortals are deceived ; Else might I speak; 'twere better for the present 'Tis no where to be found. Thou flyest in vain If thou would'st leave this place.

From life, to meet again with that thou flyest. Eud. No-I have a father,

How wilt thou curse thy rashness then? How (And shall I leave him?) whom we both have

start, wronged,

And shudder, and shrink back? yet how avoid Or he had not been thus driven out, exposed To put on thy new being ? The humble tenant of this sheltering vale,

Pho. I thank thee ! For one poor night's repose.—And yet, alas ! For now I'm quite undone- I gave up all For this last act, how would I thank thee, Phocy. For thee before, but this; this bosom friend, as !

My last reserve-ThereI've nothing, now, but prayers and tears to give,

[Throws away the dagger. Cold, fruitless thanks! -But,'cis some comfort | Tell me now, Eudocia, yet,

Cut off from bope, denied the food of life, That fate allows this short reprieve, that thus And yet forbid to die, what am I now? We may behold each other, and once more

Or what will fate do with me? May mourn our woes, ere yet again we part

Eud. Oh

[Turns away weeping. Pho. For ever!

Pho. Thou weepest ! 'Tis then resolved-It was thy cruel sentence, Canst thou shed tears, and yet not melt to mercy? And I am here to execute that 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 now 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 it's 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,

still. By thee forgotten, and the world

Scarcely I live, or only five to hear thee. Eud. Forbear,

Eud. If yet-but can it be !-I fear-O, PhoO cruelman! Why wilt thou rack me thus ?

cyas, Didst thou not mark--thou didst, when last Let me be silent still ! we 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, Could ever drive me from thee! Dost thou But see thee, hear thy voice; be thou my angel,

To guide and govern iny returning steps, Reproach me thus? or canst thou have a thought 'Till long contrition and unwcaried duty, That I can e'er forgive thee?

Shall expiate my guilt. Then say, Eudocia, Pho. [Rising.] Have a care!

If, like a soul annealed in purging fires, I'll not be tortured more with thy false pity! After whole years thou see'st me white again, No, I renounce it. See, I am prepared.

When thou, even thou shalt think

[Shewing a dagger. Eud. No more-This shakes Thy cruelty is mercy now- -Farewell!

My firmest thoughts, and ifAnd death is now but a release from torment !

[Here a cry is heard of persons slaughEud. Hold-Stay thee yet. -0 madness of

tered in the camp. despair !

-What shrieks of death! Vol. I.

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--pass no further.

thee now,

I fear a treacherous foe have now
Begun a fatal harvest ! Ilaste,

Several parties of Christians and Saracens pass Prevent wouldst thou see me more with com

over the further end of the stage fighting. fort,

The former are beaten. ' At last ĒUMENES Fly, save them, save the threatened lives of

rallies them, and makes a stand. Then enters Christians,

ABUDAH attended. My father and his friends! I dare not stay- Abu. Forbear, forbear, and sheath the bloody Heaven be my guide to shun this gathering ruin! sword !

[Erit Eudocia. Erim. Abudah! Is this well?

Abu. No-I must own
Enter CalED.

You have causė–0 Mussulmans, look here !
Cal. [Entering.) So-slaughter, do thy work! Behold
-These hands look well.

Where, like a broken spear, your arm of war (Looking on his hands. Is thrown to earth! The jovial hunter, ere he quits the field,

Eum. Ha! Caled? First signs him in the stag's warm vital stream, Abu. Dumb and breathless. With stains like these, to show 'twas gallant Then thus has Heaven chastised us in thy fall, sport.

And thce, for violated faith. Farewell, Phocyas! Thou art met-But whether thou art Thou great, but cruel man! here

[Comes forward. Eum. His thirst of blood A friend or foe I know not; if a friend, In his own blood is quenched. Which is Eumenes' tent?

Abu. Bear bence his clay Pho. Hold

Back to Damascus. Cast a mantle first Cal. Say'st thou, not pass ?

O'er this sad sight: so should we hide his faults. Pho. No -on thy life no further.

Now hear, ye servants of the prophet, hear! Cal. What, dost thou frown too! sure thou | A greater death than this demands your tears, knowest me pot!

For know, your lord the caliph is no more ! Pho. Not know thee! Yes, too well I know Good Abubeker has breathed out his spirit

To him that gave it. Yet your caliph lives, O murderous fiend! Why all this waste of blood? Lives now in Omar. See, behold hís signet, Didst thou not proinise

Appointing me, such is his will, to lead Cal. Proinise ! Insolence !

His faithful armies warring here in Syria. 'Tis well, 'tis well—for now I know thee too. Alas! foreknowledge sure of this event Perfidious mongrel slave! Thou double traitor! Guided his choice ! Obey me, then, your chief. False to thy first and to thy latter vows ! For you, O Christians ! know, with speed I came, Villain !

On the first notice of this foul design, Pho. That's well-go on-I swear I thank Or to prevent it, or repair your wrongs. thee:

Your goods shall be untouched, your persons safe, Speak it again, and strike it through my ear ! Nor shall our troops, henceforth, on pain of A villain !_Yes, thou mad'st me so, thou de- death, vil!

Molest your march. If more you ask, 'tis granted. And mind'st me now what to demand from thee. Eum. Still just and bravc! thy virtues would Give, give me back my former self, my honour,

adorn My country's fair esteein, my friends, my all- A purer faith! Thou, better than thy sect, Thou canst not-0 thou robber! -Give me That dar'st decline from that to acts of mercy! then

Pardon, Abudah, if thy honest heart Revenge, or death! The last I well deserve, Makes us even wish thee ours. That yielded up my soul's best wealth to thee, Abu. (Aside.] O, Power Supreme ! For which accurst be thou, and cursed thy pro- That mad'st my heart, and know'st its inmost phet!

frame! Cal. Hlearest thou this, Mahomet?- -Blas- If yet I err, O lead me into truth, pheming mouth!

Or pardon unknown error!-Now, Eumenes, For this thou soon shalt chew the bitter fruit Friends as we may be, let us part in peace. Of Zacon's tree, the food of fiends below.

Ereunt severally. Go-speed thee thither

[Pushing at him with his lance, which Pho-
cius puts by, and kills him.

Enter ARTAMox and EU DOCIA.
Pho. Go thou first thyself.

Eud. Alas! but is my father safe? Cul. Falling.] O dog! thou gnawest my heart! Art. Heaven knows. - False Mahomet !

I left him just preparing to engage; Is this then my reward—0

[Dies. When doubtful of the event he bade me baste Pho. Thanks to the gods, I have revenged my To warn his dearest daughter of the danger, country!

(Exit Phocyas. . And aid your specdy flight.

O no


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Eud. My flight! but whither

Of this their sudden march, Abudah came; -if he is lost

But first this random shaft had reached my breast. Art. I hope not so.

Life's mingled scene is o'er'tis thus that HeaThe noise is ceased. Perhaps they are beaten off. We soon shall know; bere's one that can inform | At once chastises, and, I hope, accepts me;

And now I wake as from the sleep of death.

Eud. What shall I say to thee to give thee comEnter first, Officer.

fort? Soldier, thy looks speak well. What says thy Pho. Say only thou forgiv'st me- -0, Eudotongue?

cia! 1 Offi. The foe's withdrawn; Abudah has no longer now my dazzled


behold thee been here,

Through passion's mists; my soul now gazes on And has renewed the terms. Caled is killed

thee, Art. tlold-first thank Heaven for that! And sees thee lovelier in unfading charins ! Eud. Where is Eumenes?

Bright as the shining angel host that stood
1 Offi. I left him well; by his command I came Whilst 1 - --but there it smarts-
To search you out; and let you know this news. Eud. Look down, look down,
I've more; but that-

Ye pitying powers, and help his pious sorrow! Art. Is bad, perhaps; so says

Eum. 'Tis not too late, we hope, to give thee This sudden pause.

Well, be it so; let us help. know it,

See! yonder is my tent: we'll lead thee thither; 'Tis but life's chequered lot.

Come, enter there, aixi let thy wound be dressed. 1 Offi. Eumenes mourns

Perhaps it is not inortal, [They withdraw to one side of the stage. Pho. No! not mortal! A friend's unhappy fall; Herbis is slain ; No flattery now. By all my hopes hereafter, A settled gloom scemed to hang heavy on him, For the world's empire l'd not lose this death! The effect of grief, 'tis thought, for his lost son. Alas! I but keep in my fleeting breath When, on the first attack, like one that songlit A few short moments, till I have conjured you The welcome means of death, with desperate va- That to the world you witness my remorse lour

For my past errors, and defend my fame. He pressed the foc, and met the fate he wished. For know- -soon as this pointed steel's drawn Art. See, where Eumenes comes ! - What's

out, this? He seems

Life follows through the wound. To lead some wounded friend-Alas! 'tis- Eud. What dost thou say?

O touch not yet the broken springs of life! Enter Eumenes leading in Phocyas, with an

A thousand tender thoughts rise in my soul. urrow in his breast.

Ilow shall I give them words! Oh, till this hour Eum. Give me thy wound! 0 I could bear it I scarce have tasted woe!- -this is indeed for thee!

To part- but, oh!This goodness melts my heart. What! in a mo- Pho. No more- -death is now painful!

But say, my friends, whilst I have breath to ask, Forgetting all thy wrongs, in kind embraces (For still methinks all your concerns are mine) To exchange forgiveness thus !

Whither have you designed to bend your journey? Pho. Moments are few,

Eum. Constantinople is my last retreat, And must not now be wasted. O, Eumenes, If Heaven indulge my wish; there I've resolved Lend me thy helping hand a little farther; To wear out the dark winter of my life, O where, where is she?

[They advance. An old man's stock of days.- I hope not many, Eum. Look, look bere, Eudocia!

Eud. There will I dedicate myself to leaven, Behold a sight that calls for all our tears ! (), Phocyas, for thy sale, no rival else Eud. Phocyas, and wounded !-0 what cruel Shall e'er possess my heart. My father too hand

Consents to this my vow. My vital Name Pho. No, 'twas a kind one- -Spare thy tears, There, like a taper on the holy altar, Eudocia!

Shall waste away; till Heaven relenting hears Tor mine are tears of joy.

Incessant prayers for thee and for myself, Eud. Is't possible?

And wing my soul to meet with thine in bliss. Pho. 'Tis done—the powers supremc have For in that thought I find a sudden hope, heard my prayer,

As if inspired, springs in my breast, and tells me, And prospered me with one fair deed this day. That thy repenting frailty is forgiven, I've fought once more, and for my friends, my And we shall meet again, to part no more. country.

Pho. [Plucking out the arrow.] Then ail is done By me the treacherous chiefs arc slain; a while

_'twas the last pang

-at length I stopped the foe, till, warned by me before I've given up thee, and the world now is nothing.


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look up,

Eum. Alas! he falls. Help, Artamon, sup- | My heart was full before.

Eum. O Phocyas, Phocyas ! Look how he bleeds ! Let's lay him gently down. Alas! he hears not now, nor sees my sorrows ! Night gathers fast upon him

Yet will I mourn for thee, thou gallant youth! Or speak, if thou hast life--Nay then—my As for a sonso let me call thee now daughter!

A much-wronged friend, and an unhappy hero! She faints Help there, and bear her to her tent. A fruitless ze yet all I now can show;

[Eudocia faints away. Tears vainly flow for errors learnt too late, Art. [Weeping aside.) I thank ye, eyes! This When timely caution should prevent our fate. is but decent tribute.

(Ezcunt omnes.

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