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Eum. Then say,

That holy head, preserved for better days,
Why have you ravaged all our peaceful borders? And ripening years of glory!
Plunder'd our towns? and by what claim e'en Dar. Why, my chiets,

Will you waste time in offering terms despised You tread this ground ?

To these idolaters ?-Words are but air,
Her. What claim, but that of hunger ? Blows would plead better.
The claim of ravenous wolves, that leave their Caled. Daran, thou say'st true.

Christians, here end our truce. Behold once
To prowl at midnight round some sleeping village,
Or watch the shepherd's folded flock for prey The sword of Heaven is drawn! nor shall be
Caled. Blasphemer, know, your fields and

towns are ours;

But in the bowels of Damascus.
Our prophet has bestow'd them on the faithful, Eum. That,
And Heaven itself has ratify'd the grant. Or speedy vengeance, and destruction due

Eum. Oh! now indeed you boast a noble title! To the proud menacers, as Heaven sees fit! What could your prophet grant ? a hireling slave!

(Exeunt. Not e'en the mules and camels which he drove Were his to give; and yet the bold impostor

SCENE III.-A Garden.
Has canton'd out the kingdoms of the earth,
In frantic fits of visionary power,

To sooth his pride, and bribe his fellow mad-

Eudo. All's hush'd around !-No more the Caled. Was it for this you sent to ask a parley,

shout of soldiers, T'affront our faith, and to traduce our prophet? And clash of arms tumultuous fill the air. Well might we answer you with quick revenge

Methinks this interval of terror seems For such indignities—Yet, hear, once more,

Like that, when the loud thunder just has rollid Hear this, our last demand; and this accepted, O'er our affrighted heads, and in the heavens We yet withdraw our war. Be Christians still, A momentary silence but prepares But swear to live with us in firm alliance,

A second and a louder clap to follow. To yield us aid, and pay us annual tribute.

Enter PHOCYAS. Eum. No, should we grant you aid, we must be rebels ;

O no—my hero comes, with better omens, And tribute is the slavish badge of conquest. And every gloomy thought is now no more. Yet since, on just and honourable terms,

Pho. Where is the treasure of my soul !-EuWe ask bnt for our own— Ten silken vests,

docia, Weighty with pearl and gems, we'll send your Behold me here impatient, like the miser caliph ;

That often steals in secret to his gold, Two, Caled, shall be thine ; two thine, Abdudah. And counts with trembling joy, and jealous transTo each inferior captain we decree

port, A turban spun from our Damascus flax,

The shining hoaps which he still fears to lose. White as the snows of heaven; to every soldier Eudo. Welcome, thou brave, thou best deservA scimitar. This, and of solid gold

ing lover! Ten ingots, be the price to buy your absence. How do I doubly share the common safety, Caled. This, and much more, even all your Since 'tis a debt to thee !-But tell me, Phocyar, shining wealth,

Dost thou bring peace ?- Thou dost, and I am Will soon be ours : look round your Syrian frontiers !

Pho. Not yet, Eudocia ; 'tis decreed by Heaven See in how many towns our hoisted flags I must do more to merit thy esteem. Are waving in the wind : Sachna, and Hawran, Peace, like a frighted dove, has wing’d her flight Proud Tadmor, Aracah, and stubborn Bosra To distant hills, beyond these hostile tents; Have bow'd beneath the yoke-behold our march And through them we must thither force our O'er half your land, like fame through fields of


If we would call the lovely wanderer back
And last view Aiznadin, that vale of blood ! To her forsaken home.
There seek the souls of forty thousand Greeks Eudo. False, flattering hope !
That, fresh from life, yet hover o'er their bodies. Vanish'd so soon !-alas, my faithful fears
Then think, and then resolve.

Return, and tell me, we must still be wretched ! Her. Presumptuous men!

Pho. Not so, my fair; if thou but gently smile, What though you yet can boast successful guilt, Inspiring valour, and presaging conquest, Is conquest only yours? Or dare you hope These barbarous foes to peace and love shall soon That you shall still pour on the swelling tide, Be chased, like fiends before the morning light, Like some proud river that has left its banks, And all be calm again. Nor ever know repulse ?

Eudo. Is the truce ended ? Eum. Have you forgot?

Must war, alas ! renew its bloody rage ? Not twice seven years are past since e'en your And Phocyas ever be exposed to danger ? prophet,

Pho. Think for whose sake danger itself has Bold as he was, and boasting aid divine,

charms. Was by the tribe of Corish forced to fly, Dismiss thy fears ; the lucky hour comes on, Poorly to fly, to save his wretched life,

Full fraught with joys, when my big soul no From Mecca to Medina ? Abu. No-forgot!

Shall labour with this secret of my passion, We well remember how Medina screen'd To hide it from thy jealous father's eyes.



Just now, by signals from the plain, I've learn'd Must we, whose business is to keep our walls,
That the proud toe refuse us terms of honour; And manage warily our linle strength,
A sally is resolved; the citizens

Must we at once lavish away our blood,
And soldiers, kindled into sudden fury,

Because his pulse beats high, and his mad conPress all in crowds, and beg I'll lead them on.

rage Oh, my Eudocia ! if I now succeed

Wants to be breath'd in some new enterprize Did I say if — I must, I will; the cause You should not have consented. In der Is love, 'uis liberty, it is Eudocia !

Eum. You forget. What then shall hinder, since our mutual faith 'Twas not my voice alone; you saw the people Is pledged, and thou consenting to my bliss, (And sure such sudden instincts are from Hes But I may boldly ask thee of Eumenes,

ven!) Nor fear a rival's more prevailing claim ? Rose all at once to follow him, as if Eudo. May blessings still attend thy arms !- One soul inspired them, and that sonl was Pbo Methinks

cyas'. I've caught the flame of thy heroic ardour ! Her. I had indeed forgot; and ask your parda And now I see thee crown'd with palm and olive; I took you for Eumenes, and I thought The soldiers bring thee back with songs of tri- That in Damascus you had chief command. umph

Eum. What dost thou mean? And loud applauding shouts; thy rescued coun- Her. Nay, who 's forgetful now! try

You say, the people-Yes, that very people, Resounds thy praise; our emperor, Heraclius, That coward tribe that press'd you to surrender! Decree thee honours for a city saved ;

Well may they spurn at lost authority; And pillars rise of monumental brass,

Whom they like better, better they'll obey. Inscribed — To Phocyas the deliverer.

Eum. Ó I could curse the giddy changefa Pho. The honours and rewards which thou

slaves, hast named,

But that the thought of this hour's great event Are bribes too little for my vast ambition. Possesses all my soul. If we are beaten My soul is full of thee - Thou art my all Her. The poison works; 'tis well-11 give of fame, of triumph, and of future fortune.

him more.

{Aside 'Twas love of thee first sent me forth in arms, True, if we're beaten, who shall answer that I My service is all thine, to thee devoted,

Shall you, or I ? Are you the governor And thou alone canst make e'en conquest pleas-Or say we conquer, whose is then the praise? ing

Eum. I know thy friendly fears; that thor Eudo. O, do not wrong thy merit, nor restrain

and I it

Must stoop beneath a beardless rising hero; To narrow bounds; but know, I best am pleased And in Heraclius' court it shall be said, To share thee with thy country. Oh, my Pbo- Damascus, nay perhaps the empire too, cyas!

Owed its diliverance to a boy - Why be it,
With conscious blushes oft' I've heard thy vows, So that he now return with victory;
And strove to hide, yet more revealed my heart; 'Tis honour greatly won, and let him wear it
But 'tis thy virtue justifies my choice,

Yet I could wish I needed less his service.
And what at first was weakness, now is glory. Were Eutyches return'd-
Pho. Forgive me, thou fair pattern of all good- Her. (Aside.) That, that's my torture.

I sent my son to th' emperor's court in hopes
If in the transport of unbounded passion, His merit at this time might raise his fortunes;
I still am lost to every thought but thee, But Phocyas-curse upon his froward virtues
Yet sure to love thee thus is every virtue ; Is reaping all this field of fame alone,
Nor need I more perfection.-Hark! I'm call'a. Or leaves him scarce the gleanings of a harvest.

[Trumpet sounds. Eum. See, Artamon with hasty strides retur Eudo. Then go and Heaven with all its

ing. angels guard thee!

He comes alone!-O friend, thy fears were Pho. Farewell for thee once more I draw

just. the sword.

What are we now, and what is lost Damascus ? Now to the field to gain the glorious prize; Tis victory-the word-Eudocia's eyes !


Arta. Joy to Eumenes!

Eum. Joy !is't possible ?
Dost thou bring news of victory?

Arta. The sun
SCENE I.-The Governor's Palace.

Is set in blood, and from the western skies

Has seen three thousand slaughter'd Arabs fall Enter EUMENES and HERBIS.

Her. Is Phocyas safe?

Arta. He is, and crown'd with triumph. Her. Still I must say, 'twas wrong, 'twas Her. (Aside.) My fears indeed were just wrong, Eumenes,

(Shout, A Phocyas! A PHOceas And mark th' event!

Eum. What noise is that? Eum. What could I less? You saw

Her. The people worshipping their new divinity Twas vain t'oppose it, whilst his eager valour, Shortly they'll build him temples. Impatient of restraint

Euin. Tell us, soldier, Her. His eager valour!

Since thou hast shared the glory of this action, His rashness his hot youth, his valour's fever ! Tell us how it began.


Arta. At first the foe

To raise a second army. In few hours Seem'd much surprised; but taking soon the We will begin our march. Sergius brings this, alarm

And will inform you further.”-
Gather'd some hasty troops, and march'd to meet Her. (Aside.] Heaven, I thank thee !

'Twas even beyond my hopes.
The captain of these bands look'd wild and fierce. Eum. But where is Sergius ?
His head unarm’d, as if in scorn of danger, Mess. The letter, faslen'd to an arrow's head,
And naked to the waist; as he drew near

Was shot into the town. He raised his arm and shook a ponderous lance; Eum. I fear he's taken When all at once, as at a signal given,

O Phocyas, Herbis, Artamon! my friends! We heard the tecbir, so these Arabs call

You all are sharers in this news: the storm Their shouts of onset, when with loud appeal Is blowing o'er, that hung like night upon us, They challenge Heaven, as if demanding con- And threaten’d deadly ruin Haste, proclaim quest.

The welcome tidings loud through all the city. The battle join'd, and through the barbarous host Let sparkling lights be seen from every turret Fight, fight, and Paradise, was all the cry. To tell our joy, and spread their blaze to heaven. Ai last our leaders met; and gallant Phocyas Prepare for feasts; danger shall wait at distance, But what are words to tell the mighty wonders And fear be now no more. The jolly soldier We saw him then perform ?—Their chief un- And citizen shall meet o'er their full bowls, horsed,

Forget their toils, and laugh their cares away, The Saracens soon broke their ranks and fled ; And mirth and triumphs close this happy day. And had not a thick evening fog arose

[Exeunt Her. and ARTA. (Which sure the devil raised up to save his Pho. And may succeeding days prove yet moro friends)

happy! The slaughter had been double--- But, behold! Well dost thou bid the voice of triumph sound The hero comes.

Through all our streets; our city calls thee fa

ther; Enter PhocyAS, EUMENES meeting him.

And say, Eumenes, dost thou not perceive Eum. Joy to brave Phocyas !

A father's transport rise within thy breast, Eumenes gives him back the joy he sent. Whilst in this act thou art the hand of Heaven The welcome news has reach'd this place before To deal forth blessings, and distribute joy? thee.

Eum. The blessings Heaven bestows are How shall thy country pay the debut she owes

freely sent, thee?

And should be freely shared. Pho. By taking this as earnest of a debt

Pho. True-Generous minds Which I owe her, and fain would better pay. Redoubled feel the pleasure they impart. Her. In spite of envy I must praise him too. For me, if I've deserved by arms or counsels,

(Aside. By hazards gladly sought, and greatly prosperid, Phocyas, thou hast done bravely, and 'tis fit Whate'er I've added to the public stock, Successful virtue take a time to rest.

With joy I see it in Eumenes' hands, Fortune is fickle, and may change; besides, And wish but to receive my share from thee. What shall we gain, if from a mighty ocean Eum. I cannot, if I would, withhold thy share. By sluices we draw off some little streams? What thou hast done is thine, the fame thy own; If thousands fall, ten thousands more remain. And virtuous actions will reward themselves. Nor ought we hazard worth so great as thine Pho. Fame-What is that, if courted for Against such odds. Suffice what's done already :

herself? And let us now, in hopes of hetter days, Less than a vision; a mere sound, an echo, Keep wary watch, and wait th’expected succours. That calls with mimic voice through woods and Pho. What! to be coop'd whole months

labyrinths within our walls?

Her cheated lovers ; lost and heard by fits, To rust at home, and sicken with inaction ? But never fix'd : a seeming nymph, yet nothing. The courage of our men will droop and die, Virtue indeed is a substantial good, If not kept up by daily exercise.

A real beauty ; yet with weary steps Again the beaten foe may force our gates; Through rugged ways, by long, laborious service And victory, if slighted thus, take wing, When we have traced, and woo'd, and won the And fly where she may find a better welcome.

dame, Art. (Aside.) It must be so-he hates him on May we not then expect the dower she brings ? my soul!

Ėum. Well-ask that dowry; say, can DaThis Herbis is a foul old envious knave.

mascus pay it? Methinks Eumenes too might better thank him. Her riches shall be tax'd : name but the sum, Eum. (To Herbis aside.) Urge him no Her merchants with some costly gems shall grace more;

thee; I'll think of thy late warning;

Nor can Heraclius fail to grant thee honours, And thou shalt see I'll yet be governor.

Proportion'd to thy birth and thy desert.

Pho. And can Eumenes think I would be A Letter brought in.

bribed Pho. (Looking on it.] 'Tis to Eumenes. By trash, by sordid gold, to venal virtue ? Eum. Ha! from Eutyches.

What ! serve my country for the same mean hire, (Reads.) “ The emperor, awaken’d with the That can corrupt each villain to betray her ? danger

Why is she saved from these Arabian spoilers, That threatens his dominions, and the loss If to be stripp'd by her own sons?

-Forgivo At Aiznadin, has drain'd his garrisons



If the thought glows on my cheeks! I know Why wilt thou force me thus to be a braggart, 'Twas mention’d, but to prove how much I scorn it. And tell thee that which thou shouldst le this. As for the emperor, if he owns my conduct,

self ? I shall indulge an honest pride in honours It grates my soul-I am not wont to talk thu. Which I have strove to merit. Yes, Eumenes, But I recall my words—I have done nothing, I have ambition—yet the vast reward

And would disclaim all merit but my love.
That swells my hopes, and equals all my wishes Eum. O nosay on, that thou hast sared
Is in thy gift alone--it is Eudocia.

Eum. Eudocia ! Pbocyas, I am yet thy friend, Is it not so ?-Look o'er her battlements
And therefore will not hold thee long in doubt. See if the flying foe have left their camp!
Thou must not think of her.

Why are our gates yet closed, if thou hast freed Pho. Not think of her?

us ? Impossible !She's ever present to me, 'Tis true, thou'st fought a skirmish What of My life, my soul! She animates my being,

And kindles up my thoughts to worthy actions. Had Eutyches been present-
And why, Eumenes, why not think of her ? Pho. Eutyches!
Is not my rank-

Why wilt thou urge my temper with that tnfier?
Eum. Forbear-_What need a herald O let him come! that in yon spacious plain
To tell me who thou art ?- Yet once again, We may together charge the thickest ranks,
Since thou wilt force me to a repetition,

Rush on to battle, wounds, and glorious death, I say, thou must not think of her.

And prove who 'twas that best deserved Eudocis. Pho. Yet hear me;

Eum. That will be seen ere long-But since Why wilt thou judge, ere I can plead my cause ?

I find Eum. Why wilt thou plead in vain ; hast thou Thou arrogantly would usurp dominion, not heard

Believest thyself the guardian genius here, My choice has destined her to Eutyches ? And that our fortunes hang upon thy sword: Pho. And has she then consented to that Be that tirst tried-for know, i hat from this mo

choice? Eum. Has she consented ? - What is her Thou here hast no command-Farewell !-So consent?

stay, Is she not mine?

Or hence and join the foe--thou hast thy choice. Pho. She is—and in that title

(Esi. Even kings with envy may behold thy wealth, Pho. Spurn'd and degraded !-Proud, ungrateAnd think their kingdoms poor !--and yet, Eu

ful man ! menes,

Am I a bubble then, blown up by thee, Shall she, by being thine, be barr'd a privilege And toss'd into the air to make thee sport? Which even the meanest of her sex may claim? Hence to the foe! 'Tis well-Eudocia, Thou wilt not force ber?

Oh, I will see thee, thou wrong'd excellence ! Eum. Who has told thee so?

But how to speak thy wrongs, or my disgrace I'd force her to be happy.

Impossible !-Oh, rather let me walk Pho. That thou canst not.

Like a dumb ghost, and burst my beart in silence What happiness subsists in loss of freedom ?

(Esit. The guest constrain’d, but murmurs at the banquét;

SCENE II.- The Garden. Nor thanks his host, but starves amidst abun

dance. Eum. 'Tis well, young man - Why then, I'll

Enter EUDOCIA. learn from ihee To be a very tame obedient father.

Eudo. Why must we meet by stealth, like Thou hast already taught my child her duty.

guilty lovers! I find the source of all her disobedience,

But 'twill not long be so -What joy 'twill be Her hate of me, her scorn of Eutyches;

To own my hero in his ripen 'd honours, Ha! Ist not so ? — Come, tell me ? I'll forgive And hear applauding crowds pronounce de thee :

bless'd! Hast thou not found her a most ready scholar? Sure he'll be here—See the fair rising moon, I know thou hast. -Why what a dull old Ere day's rernaining twilight scarce is spent wretch

Hangs up her ready lamp, and with mild lustre Was I, to think I ever had a daughter!

Drives back the hovering shade! Come, Phocyas, Pho. I'm sorry that Eumenes thinks

come; Eum. No-sorry!

This gentle season is a friend to love; Sorry for what? Then thou dost own thou And now methinks I could with equal passion, wrong'd me!

Meet thine, and tell thee all my secret soul. That's somewhat yet -Curse on my stupid blindness

Enter PuocYAS. For had I eves I might have seen it sooner. Was this the spring of thy romantic bravery, He hears me--O my Phocyas ?- What-o Thy boastful merit, thy officious service ?

answer! Pho. It was—with pride I own it-'twas Art thou not he; or art some shadow ?-speak Eudocia

Pho. I am indeed a shadow-I am nothingI have served thee in serving her, thou know'st it, Eudo. What dost thou mean ?

-for now And thought I might have found a better treat

know thee, Phocyas. ment.

Pho. And never can be thine!

It will have vent-0 barbarous, cursed—but, And show, without a blush, how much I love. hold

We must not part-I had forgot--it was Eudocia's father!

Pho. Then I am rich again! [Embracing her 0, could I too forget how he has used me! O, no-we will not part ! Confirm it, Heaven! Eudo. I fear to ask thee

Now thou shalt see how I will bend my spirit, Pho. Dost thou fear ? -Alas,

With what soft patience I will bear my wrongs, Then thou wilt pity me

O generous maid !

'Till I have wearied out thy father's scorn. Thou hast charm'd down the rage that swell’d Yet I have worse to tell thee-Eutyches, my heart,

Eudo. Why wilt thou name him? And choak'd my voice -now I can speak to Pho. Now, even now, he's coming ! thee.

(suffer'd ; Just hovering o'er thee, like a bird of prey. And yet 'tis worse than death what I have Thy father vows-for I must tell thee all It is the death of honour ?-- Yet that's little ; 'Twas this that wrung my heart, and rack'd my 'Tis more, Eudocia, 'tis the loss of thee!

brain, Eudo. Hast thou not conquerid ?-What are Even to distraction !-vows thee to his bed; all these shouts,

Nay, threaten'd force, if thou refuse obedience. This voice of general joy, heard far around? Eudo. Force! threaten'd force !—my fatherWhat are these fires, that cast their glimmering

where is nature ? light

Is that, too, banish'd from his heart!--O then Against the sky ? are not all these thy triumphs ? I have no father--How have I deserved this! Pho. O name not triumph! talk no more of

(Weeping. conquest !

No home, but am henceforth an out-cast orphan; It is indeed a night of general joy,

For I will wander to earth's utmost bounds, But not to me! Eudocia. I am come

Ere give my hand to that detested contract. To take a last farewell of thee for ever!

O save me, Phocyas ! thou hast saved my fatherEudo. A last farewell !

Must I yet call him so, this cruel fatherPho. Yes ;--How wilt thou hereafter How wilt thou now deliver poor Eudocia ? Look on a wretch despised, reviled, cashier'd ? Pho. See, how we're join'd in exile! How ou Stripp'd of command, like a base beaten coward !

fate Thy cruel father-I have told too much ; Conspires to warn us both to leave this city! I should not but for this have felt the wounds Thou know'st the emperor is now at Antioch; I got in fight for him

-now, now they bleed. I have an uncle there, who, when the Persian, But I have done — and now thou hast my As now the Saracen, had nigh o'er-run story,

The ravaged empire, did him signal service, Is there a creature so accursed as Phocyas ? And nobly was rewarded. There, Eudocia,

Eudo. And can it be? is this then thy reward? Thou might'st be safe, and I may meet with jus O Phocyas! never wouldst thou tell me yet

tice. That thou had'st wounds; now I must feel them Eudo. There-any where, so we may fly this too.

place, For is it not for me thou hast borne this? See, Phocyas, what thy wrongs and mine have What else could be thy crime ?– Wert thou a

wrought traitor,

In a weak woman's frame! for I have courage Had'st thou betray'd us, sold us to the foe To share thy exile now through every danger.

Pho. Would I be yet a traitor, I have leave; Danger is only here, and dwells with guilt, Nay, I am dared to it with mocking scorn. With base ingratitude, and hard oppression. My crime indeed was asking thee; that only Pho. Then let us lose no time, but hence this Has cancelld all, if I had any merit;

night. The city now is safe, my service slighted, The gates I can command, and will provide And I discarded, like a useless thing,

The means of our escape. Some five hours hence Nay, bid begone-and, if I like that better, ('Twill then be turn'd of midnight) we may Seek out new friends, and join yon barbarous

meet host.

In the piazza of Honoria's convent. Eudo. Hold-let me think a while

Eudo. I know it well; the place is most se(Walks aside.

cure, Though my heart bleed,

And near adjoining to this garden wall. I would not have him see these dropping tears! - There thou shalt find me—o protect us, HeaAnd wilt thou go, then, Phocyas ?

ven! Pho. To my grave;

Pho. Fear not; thy innocence will be our Where can I bury else this foul disgrace:

guard. Alas! that question shows how poor I am,

I've thought already how to shape our course; How very much a wretch ; for if I go,

Some pitying angel will attend thy steps, It is from thee, thou only joy of life:

Guide thee unseen, and charm the sleeping foe, And death will then be welcome.

'Till thou art safe! O, I have suffered noEudo. Art thou sure

thing: Thou hast been used thus? Art thou quite un- Thus gaining thee, and this great generous done ?

Pho. Yes, very sure-What dost thou mean? How bless d I am in my Eudocia’s love!
Eudo. That then, it is a time for me -0, My only joy, farewell!
Heaven! that I

Eudo. Farewell, my Phocyas !
Alone am grateful to this wondrous man

I have no friend but thee-vet thee I'll call To own thee, Phocyas, thus—(Giving her hand.) Friend, father, lover, guardian !- Thou art all. nay, glory in thee,


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