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Perceive it, and pour on such crowds, they blunt To leave us desperate. Aids may soon arrive; Our weapons, and have drain'd our stores of Mean time, in spite of their late bold attack, death.
The city still is ours; their force repelld, What will you next?
And therefore weaker: proud of this success, Eun. I've sent a fresh recruit.
Our soldiers too have gain'd redoubled courage, The valiant Pbocyas leads them on - whose And long to meet them on the open plain. deeds,
What binders then but we repay this outrage, In early youth, assert his noble race; And sally on their camp? A more iban common ardour seems to warm Eum. No-let us first His breast, as if he lov'd and courted danger. Believe th' occasion fair, by this advantage, Her. I fear 'twill be too late.
To purchase their retreat on easy terms: Eun. I fear it too :
Thai failing, we the better stand acquilled And though I brav'd it to the trembling crowd, To our own citizens. However, brave Phocyas, I've caught th' infection, and I dread th'event. Cherish this ardour in the soldiery, Would I bad treated :-but 'tis now too late.- And in our absence form what force thou canst;
[Aside. Then if these bungry bloodhounds of the war Come, Herbis.
[Èxeunt. Should still be deaf to peace, at our return
Our widen'd gates shall pour a sudden flood A great Shout. Re-enter HERBIS.
Of vengeance on them, and chastise their scorn. Her. So-the tide turns; Phocyas has driv'n
[Exeunt. it back. The gate once more is ours.
SCENE II.-A Plain before the City. A Pros
pect of Tents at a distance. Flourish. Re-enter EUMENES, with PhocyAS, Enter CalED, ABUDAH, and DARAN. ARTAMON, etc.
Daran. To treat, my chiefs !-What! are Eum. Brave Phocyas, thanks! mine and the
we merchants then, people's thanks.
That only come to traffic with those Syrians, Yet
, that we may not lose this breathing space, And poorly cheapen conquest on conditions ?
[Exit Artamon. Caled. Why, so am I; and but to save the Pho. What means Eumenes ?
lives Eum. Phocyas, I would try,
of mussulmans, not Christians, I would treat. By friendir treaty, if on terms of peace I hate these Christian dogs; and 'tis our task, Ther'll yet withdraw their pow'rs.
As thou observ'st, to fight; our law enjoins it: Pho. On terms of peace!
Heaven, too, is promis'd only to the valiant. peace can you expect from bands of Oft bas our prophet said, the happy plains robbers ?
Above lie stretch'd beneath the blaze of swords. What terms from slaves but slavery?
– You know Abu. Yet Daran's loath to trust that heaven These wretches fight not at the call of honour, That sets the princes of the world in arms. Tbis earth, it seems, has gifts that please him Base-born, and starr'd, amidst their stony deserts, Loog bave they view'd from far, with wishing Caled. Check not his zeal, Abudah. eyes,
Abu. No; I praise it. Our fruitsul vales, and all the verdant wealth Yet I could wish that zeal had better motives. That crowns fair Lebanon's aspiring brows. Has victory no fruits but blood and plunder? Here have the locusts pitch'd, nor will they leave That we were sent to fight, 'tis true; but These tasted sweets, these blooming fields of
wherefore ? plenty,
For conquest, not destruction. That obtain'd, For barren sands and native poverty,
The more we spare, the caliph has more subjects, Til driv’n away by force.
And heaven is better serv'd.-But see, they come! Eum. What can we do?
[Trumpets. Our people in despair; our soldiers harrass'd With daily toil and constant nightly watch;
Enter EUMENES, Herbis, and ARTAMON. Our hopes of succour from the emperor Caled. Well, Christians, we are met - and Cocertain; Eutyches not yet returnd,
war awhile, That went to ask them; one brave army beaten; At your request, has still'd his angry voice, TH' Arabians num'rous, cruel, flush'd with To hear what you will purpose. conquest.
Eum. We come to know, Her. Besides, you know what frenzy fires After so many troops you've lost in vain, their minds,
If you'll draw off in peace, and save the rest? Of their new faith, and drives them on to Her. Or rather to know first — for yet we danger.
know notEun. True:-- they pretend the gates of Why on your heads you call our pointed Paradise
arrows, Stand ever open to receive the souls In our own just defence? What means this visit? Of all that die in fighting for their cause. And why see we so many thousand tents Pho. Then would I send iheir souls to Paradise, Rise in the air, and whiten all our fields ? And give their bodies to our Syrian eagles. Caled. Is that a question now? you had Our ebb of fortune is not yet so low,
When first we march'd against you, to surrender. Caled. Blasphemer, know, your fields and Two moons have wasted since, and now the third
towns are ours; Is in its wane. 'Tis true, drawn off awhile, Our prophet has bestow'd them on the faithful, At Aiznadin we met and fought the powers
And heaven itself has ratified the grant. Sent by your emperor to raise our siege. Eum. Oh! now indeed you boast à noble title! Vainly you thought us gone; we gainda con- What could your prophet grant? a hireling slave! quest.
Not e'en the mules and camels which he drove, You see we are return'd; our hearls, our cause, Were his to give; and yet the bold impostor Our swords the same.
Has canton'd out the kingdoms of the earth, Her. But why those swords were drawn, In frantic fits of visionary power, And what's the cause, inform us?
To sooth his pride, and bribe his fellow madmen! Eum. Speak your wrongs,
Caled. Was is for this you sent to ask a parley, If wrongs you have receiv'd, and by what means to affront our faith, and io traduce our propbet? They may be now repair'd.
Well might we answer you with quick revenge Åbu. Then, Christians, hear,
For such indignities–Yet hear, once more, And beaven inspire you to embrace its truth! Hear this, our Yast demand; and, this accepted, Not wrongs t'avenge, but to establish right, We yet withdraw our war. Be Christians still Our swords were drawn: for such is beaven's But swear to live with us in firm alliance, command
To yield us aid, and pay us annual tribute. Immutable. By us great Mahomet,
Eum. No: should we grant you aid, we And his successor, holy Abubeker,
must be rebels; Invite you to the faith.
And tribute is the slavish badge of conquest. Eum. Now, in the name of heaven, what Yet since, on just and honourable terms, faith is this,
We ask but for our own- Ten silken vests, That stalks gigantic forth thus arm'd with terrors, Weighty with pearls and gems, we'll send your As if it meant to ruin, not to save;
caliph; That leads embattled legions to the field, Two, Caled, shall be thine; two thine, Abudab. And marks its progress out with blood and To each inferior captain we decree slaughter?
A turban spun from our Damascus flax, Her. Bold, frontless men!that impudently dare White as the snows of heaven; to every soldier To blend religion with the worst of crimes! A scymitar. This, and of solid gold And sacrilegiously usurp that name, Ten ingots, be the price to buy your absence. To cover fraud, and justify oppression! Caled. This, and much more, even all your Eum. Where are your priests! What doc
shining wealth, tors of your law
Will soon be ours. Behold our march Have you e'er sent l'instruct us in its precepts, O'er half your land, like flame through fields To solve our doubts, and satisfy our reason,
of harvest; And kindly lead us through the wilds of error, And, last, view Aiznadin, that vale of blood! To these new tracts of truth?—This would be There seek the souls of forty thousand Greeks, friendship,
That, fresh from life, yet hover o'er their bodies. And well might claim our thanks.
Then think, and then resolve. Caled. Friendship like this
Her. Presumptuous men! With scorn had been receiv'd: your numer- What though you yet can boast successful guilt, ous vices,
Is conquest only yours? Or dare you hope Your clashing sects, your mutual rage and strife, That you shall still pour on the swelling tide, Have driven religion, and her angel guards, Like some proud river that has left its banks, Like outcasts from among you. In her stead, Nor ever know repulse ?. surping superstition bears the sway,,
Eum. Have you forgot!
impious tongue ! Aside. Abu. No-forgot! That we're unworthy of our holy faith, We well remember how Medina screen'd To heaven, with grief and conscious shame, That holy head, preservd for better days,
And ripening years of glory. But what are you that thus arraign our vices, Daran. Why, my chiefs, And consecrate your own?
Will you waste time, in offering terms despisi Are you not sons of rapine, foes to peace, To these idolaters ?-Words are but air, Base robbers, murderers ?
Blows would plead better. Caled. Christians, no,
Caled. Daran, thou say'st true. Eum. Then say,
Christians, here end our truce. Behold, on Why have you ravag'd all our peaceful borders ? Plunder'd our towns? and by what claim, e'en The sword of heaven is drawn! nor shall You tread this ground?
sheath'd, Her. What claim, but that of hunger? But in the bowels of Damascus. The claim of ravenous wolves, that leave their Eum. That, dens
Or speedy vengeance and destruction, due To prowl at midnight round some sleeping village, To the proud menacers, as heaven sees Gi Or watch the shepherd's folded flock for prey?!
SCENE III.-A Garden.
And pillars rise of monumental brass,
Inscrib'd—"To Phocyas, the deliverer."
Pho. The honours and rewards, which thou Eud. All's bush'd around! — No more the
bast nam'd, shout of soldiers,
Are bribes too little for my vast ambition. And clash of arms, tumultuous, fill the air.
My soul is full of thee!—'Thou art my all, Methinks this interval of terror seems
of fame, of triumph, and of future fortune. Lite ibat, when the loud thunder just has roll'd 'Twas love of thee first sent me forth in arms; O'er our affrighted beads, and, in the heavens, My service is all thine, to thee devoted; A momentary silence but prépares,
And thou alone canst make e'en conquest A second and a louder clap to follow.
Eud. O, do not wrong thy merit, nor reEnter PHOCYAS.
strain it O no-mr hero comes with better omens, To narrow bounds; but know, I best am pleas'd And every gloomy thought is now no more. To share thee with thy country. Oh, my Phocyas! Pro. Where is the treasure of my soul?- With conscious blushes oft I've heard thy vows, Eudocia,
And strove to hide, yet more reveald my heart; Behold me here impatient, like the miser, But 'tis thy virtue justifies my choice, That often steals in secret to his gold, And what at first was weakness, now is glory: And counts, with trembling joy and jealous Pho. Forgive me, thou fair pattern of all transport,
goodness, The shining heaps which he still fears to lose. If, in the transport of unbounded passion, Eud. Welcome, thou brave, thou best de- I still am lost to every thought but thee. serving lover!
Yet sure to love thee thus is every virtue; llow do I doubly share the common safety, Nor need I more perfection.--Hark! I'm call’d. Since 'tis a debl io thee!-But tell me, Phocyas,
[Trumpet sounds. Dost thou bring peace?—Thou dost, and l'am Eud. Then go-and heaven with all its anhappy!
gels guard thee. Pho. Not yet, Eudocia ;'tis decrced by heaven, Pho. Farewell ! – for thee once niore I draw I must do more to merit thy esteem.
the sword. Peace, like a frighted dove, has wing'd her flight Now to the field, to gain the glorious prize; To distant hills, beyond these hostile tents; 'Tis victory — the word — Eudocia's eyes! And through them we must thither force our way,
[Exeunt. If we would call the lovely wanderer back To ber forsaken home.
ACT II. Eud. False, flattering hope!
SCENE I. - The Governor's Palace. Vanishid so soon!-alas, my faithful fears Retura and tell me we must still be wretched! Enter EUMENES and lerBIS.
Pho. Not so, my fair; if thou but gently smile, Her. Still I must say 'twas wrong, 'twas
'Twas vain t'oppose it, whilst his
cager valour, Eud. Is the truce ended ?
Impatient of restraintMust alas! renew its bloody rage, Her. His
valour! And Phocyas ever be expos’d to danger? His rashness, his hot youth, his valour's fever! Pho. Think for whose sake danger itself Must we, whose business 'tis to keep our walls, has charms.
And manage warily our little strength; Dismiss thy fears: the lucky hour comes on Must we at once lavish away our blood, Full fraught with joys, when my big soul no more Because his pulse beats high, and his mad courage Stall labour with this secret of my passion,
Wants to be breath'd in some new enterprize?To bide it from thy jealous father's eyes.
You should not have consented. Jednow, by signals from the plain, I've learn'd
Eu:n. You forget. That the proud foe refuse us terms of bonour; 'Twas not my voice alone, you saw the people A sally is resolv'd; the citizens
(And şure such sudden instincts are from heaven!) And soldiers, kindled into sudden fury, Rose all at once to follow him, as if Press all in crowds, and beg I'll lead ihem on. One soul inspir'd them, and that soul was 0, my Eudocia! if I now succeed
Phocyas'. Did I say, if?-1 must, I will; the cause, Her. I had indeed' forgot, and ask your Is love, fis liberty, it is Eudocia!
pardon. What then shall binder,
I took you for Eumenes, and I thought But I may boldly ask thee of Eumenes, That, in Damascus, you had chief command. Nor fear a rival's more prevailing claim? Euin. What dost thou mean? Eud. May blessings still attend thy arms!- Her. Nay, who's forgetful now? Metbinks
You say, the people-Yes, that very people, I've caught the flame of thy heroic ardour; That coward tribe that press'd you to surrender! And now I see thee crown'd with palm and olive; Well may they spurn at losi authority; The soldiers bring thee back, with songs of Whom they like better, better they'll obey, triumph,
Eum. O'I could curse the giddy changeful iod loud applauding shouts; thy rescu'd country
slaves, Resounds thy praise; our emperor, Heraclius, But that the thought of this hour's great event Decrees tbce bonours for a city sar'd; Possesses all my soul.-If we are beaten!
Her. The poison works; 'tis well-rll give How shall thy country pay the debt she owes thee? him more.
Aside. Pho. By taking this as earnest of a debt True, if we're beaten, who shall answer that? Which I owe her, and fain would belter
pay. Shall you, or I?-Are you the governor? Her. In spite of envy I must praise him too. Or say we conquer, whose is then the praise?
[Aside. Euñ. I know thy friendly fears; that thou Phocyas, thou hast done bravely, and 'tis fit and I
Successful virtue take a time to rest. Must stoop beneath a beardless, rising hero! Fortune is fickle, and may change: besides, And in Heraclius' court it shall be said, What shall we gain, if from a mighty ocean Damascus, nay, perhaps the empire too, By sluices wé draw off some little streams? Ow'd its deliverance to a boy:-Why be it, I thousands fall, ten thousands more remain. So that he now return with victory;
Nor ought we hazard worth so great as thine, "Tis honour greatly won, and let him wear it. Against such odds. Suffice what's done already Yet I could wish I needed less his service. And let us now, in hopes of better days, Were Eutyches returned-,
Keep wary watch, and wait th’expected succours
. Her. That, that's my torture. [ Aside. Pho. What!— to be coop'd whole months I sent my son to the emperor's court, in hopes
within our walls? His merit at this time might raise his fortunes; To rust at home, and sicken with inaction? But Phocyas-curse upon his froward virtues ! – The courage of our men will droop and die, Is reaping all this field of fame alone, If not kept up by daily exercise. Or leaves him scarce the gleanings of a harvest. Again the beaten foe may force our gates; Eum. See Artamon, with hasty strides re- And victory, if slighted thus, take wing, turning
And fly where she may find a better welcome. He comes alone! Oh! friend, thy fears were just. Eum. Crge bim no more :What are we now, and what is lost Damascus? I'll think of thy late warning;
And thou shalt see I'll yet be governor. Enter ARTAMON.
[4side to Her. Art. Joy to Eumenes! Eum. Joy!-is't possible?
Enter a Messenger, with a Letter. Dost thou bring news of victory?
Pho. (Looking on it] 'Tis to Eumenes. Art. The sun
Eum. Ha! from Eutyches. Is set in blood, and from the western skies [Reads] The emperor, awaken'd with the Has seen three thousand slaughter'd Arabs fall.
danger Her. Is Phocyas safe?
That threatens his dominions, and the loss Art. He is, and crown'd with triumph. At Aiznadin, has drain'd his garrisons Her. My fears indeed were just.
To raise a second army. In a few hours [Aside. Shout, Flourish. We will begin our march. Sergius brings this, Eum. What noise is that?
And will inform you further:Her. The people worshipping their new di- Her. Heaven, I thank thee ! vinity:
l'Twas even beyond my hopes. [Aside Shortly they'll build him temples.
Eum. But where is Sergius? Eum. Tell us, soldier,
Mes. The letter, fastened to an arrow's head Since thou hast shar’d the glory of this action, Whas shot into the town. Tell us how it began.
Eum. I fear he's taken.Art. At first the foe
O Phocyas, Herbis, Artamon!
friends! Seem'd much surpris’d; but taking soon the You all are sbarers in this news; the storm alarm,
Is blowing o'er that bung like night upon or Gather'd some hasty tronps, and march'd to And threaten'd deadly ruin. — llaste, procla meet us.
The welcome tidings loud through all the city The captain of these bands look'd wild and fierce, Let sparkling lights be seen from every furre His bead unarm'd, as if in scorn of danger, To tell your joy, and spread their blaze to heaver And naked to the waist; as he drew near, Prepare for feasts; danger shall wait at distance He rais'd bis arm, and shook a pond'rous lance: And fear be now no more. The jolly soldie When all at once, as at a signal given, And citizen shall meet o'er their full bowls, We heard the tecbir, so these Arabs call Forget their toils, and laugh their cares away Their shouts of onset, when with loud appeal And mirth and triumphs close this happy da They challenge heaven, as if demanding conquest.
[Exeuni Herbis and Arlam The battle join'd, and through the barbarous host Pho. And may succeeding, days prove! “Fight, fight, and paradise," was all the cry.
more happy! At last our leaders met; and gallant Phocyas- Well dost thou bid the voice of triumph sou But what are words, to tell the mighty wonders Through all our streets; our city calls thee fathe We saw him then perform? — Their chief un- And say, Eumenes, dost thou not perceive hors'd,
A father's transport rise within thy breast, The Saracens soon broke their ranks, and sled; Whilst in this act thou art the band of heave And had not a thick evening fog arose, To deal forth blessings, and distribute joy The slaughter had been double. But, behold, Eum. The blessings bearen bestows 3 The hero comes!
freely sent, Enter PHOCYAS, EUMENES meeting him. And should be freely shar'd. Eum. Joy to brave Phocyas !
Pho. True-Generous minds Eumenes gives him back the joy he sent. Redoubled feel the pleasure they impart. The welcome news has reach'd this place be- For me, if I've deserv'd by arms or counse fore thee.
By hazards, gladly sought and greatly prospet
Whate'er l're added to the public stock, Thou hast already taught my child her duty.
Eum. I cannot, if I would, withhold thy share. Was this the spring of thy romantic bravery,
I have serv'd thee in serving her; thou know'st it. Less tban a vision; a mere sound, an echo, Why wilt thou force me thus to be a braggart, That calls, with mimic voice, through woods And iellthee that which thou shouldst tell thyself and labyrinths,
It grates my soul-I am not wont to talk thus. Her cheated lovers; lost and heard by fits, But I recall my words—I have done nothing, But bever fud: a seeming nymph, yet nothing. And would disclaim all merit, but my love. Virtue indeed is a substantial good,
Eum. Oh, no-say on, that thou hast sav'd A real beauty; yet with weary steps,
Damascus; Through rugged ways, by long, laborious service, Is it not so?-Look o'er her battlements, When we have trac'd, and wood, and won See if the flying foe have left their camp! the dame,
Why are our gates yet clos’d, if thou hast May we not then expect the dower she brings?
freed us? Éum. Well-ask 'that dowry; say, can Da- 'Tis true thou'st fought a skirmish - What of mascus pay it?
that? Her riches shall be tax’d; name but the sum, Had Eutyches been presentHer merchants with some costly gems shall Pho. Eutyches!
Why wilt thou urge my temper with that trifler?. Nor can Heraclius fail to grant thee honours, Oh, let him come! that in yon spacious plain Proportion'd to thy birth and thy desert. We may together charge the thickest ranks, Pho. And can Eumenes think I would be Rush on to balle, wounds, and glorious death, brib'd
And prove who 'twas that best deservd Eudocia. By trash, by sordid gold, to venal virtue ? Eum. That will be seen ere long.-But since What: serve my country for the same mean hire,
I find That can corrupt each villain to betray her?' Thou arrogantly wouldst usurp dominion, Why is she sav'd from these Arabian spoilers, Believ'st thyself the guardian genius here, If to be stripp'd by her own sons?--Forgive me And that our fortunes hang upon thy sword; If the tboaghe glows on my cheeks! I know Be that first try'd – for know, that from this Twas mention'd but to prove how much I scorn it.
moment, Yes, Eumenes,
Thou here hast no command. Farewell!-So I bare ambition-yet the vast reward
stay, That swells my bopes, and equals all my wishes, Or hence and join the foe; thou hast thy L in tby gift alone-It is Eudocia.
[Exit. Eum. Eudocia! Phocyas, I am yet thy friend, Pho. Spurn’d and degraded! - Proud, unAnd therefore will not hold thee long in doubt.
grateful man! Tbou must not think of her.
Am I a bubble then, blown up by thee, Pizo. Not think of her!
And toss'd into the air, to make thee sport? Impossible.-She's ever present lo me! Hence to the foe! 'Tis well-Eudocia, Vy life, my soul! She animates my being, Oh, I will see thee, thou wrong'd excellence ! And kindles up my thoughts to worthy actions. Bui how to speak thy wrongs, or my disgraceled why, Eumenes, why not think of her? Impossible! Oh, rather let me walk, L not my rank
Like a dumb ghost, and burst my heart in Eam. Forbear-What need a herald,
[Exit. To tell me who thou art?—Yet once again
SCENE II. - The Garden.
guilty lovers ? choice?
But 'twill not long be so. What joy 'twill be Ewan. Has she consented ?- What is her To own my hero in his ripen'd honours, consent?
And hear applauding crowds pronounce me 1 sbe not mine?
bless'd! Pho. She is—and in that title,
Sure he'll be here. See the fair rising moon, Er'a kings with envy may behold thy wealth, Ere day's remaining, twilight scarce is spent, And think their kingdoms poor!— And yet, Hangs up her ready lamp, and with mild lustre Eumenes,
Drives back the hov'ring shade! Come, PhoSilsbe, by being thine, be barr'd a privilege
cyas, come; Which er'n the meanest of her sex may claim? This gentle season is a friend to love; Thou wilt not force her?
And now methinks I could with equal passion, Eum. Who bas told thee so?
Meet thine, and tell thee all my secret soul. Id force her to be happy. Pho. That thou canst not.
Enter PHOCYAS. bat bappiness subsists in loss of freedom? He hears me. Oh, my Phocyas! -What, no Earth Tis well, young man—Wby then I'll
answer! learn from thee
Art thou not he? or art some shadow ?-Speak. To be a very tame, obedient father.
Pho. I am indeed a shadow-I am nothing,