Pho. Conquest! Revenge!-Hold, let me think- Revenge! Oh, what revenge? Bleed on, my wounds, Than all that I can suffer?-But, Eudocia- Abu. Hear me once more, "Tis all I have to offer; mark me now! Caled has sworn Eudocia shall be safe. Pho. Ha! safe but how? A wretched captive too? Abu. He swears she shall be free, she shall be thine. Pho. Then I am lost indeed. Abu. The time draws near, and I must quickly leave thee; But first reflect, that in this fatal night Slaughter and rapine may be loos'd abroad; Perhaps unknown, some barb'rous soldier's prey; Or brutal fary Pho. Oh! this pulls my heart-strings! [Falls. Earth open-save me, save me from that thought. Abu. Nay, do not plunge thyself in black despair; Look up, poor wretch, thou art not shipwreck'd yet; Behold an anchor; am not I thy friend? Pho. [Rises] Ha! Who, what art thou? [Raves. My friend? that's well; but hold-are all friends honest? What's to be done?-Hush, hark! what voice is that? Abu. There is no voice; 'tis yet the dead of night; The guards without keep silent watch around us. Pho. Again it calls-'tis she-O, lead me to her! Abu. Thy passion mocks thee with imagin'd sounds. Pho. Sure 'twas Eudocia's voice cry'd out, Forbear! What shall I do?-Oh, heav'n! Abu. Heav'n shows thee what. Nay, now it is too late; see Caled comes, With anger on his brow. Quickly withdraw Pho. [Rises] What do I see? Damascus! conquest! ruin! rapes and murder! Villains! Is there no more?-Öb, save her, save her! [Exeunt Phocyas and Abudah. Re-enter CALED and DARAN. Daran. Behold, on thy approach, they shift their ground. Caled. Tis as thou say'st; he trifles with my mercy. Daran. Speak, shall I fetch his head? Caled No, stay you here, I cannot spare thee yet. Raphan, go thou. [To an Officer. But hold-I've thought again—he shall not die. Go, tell him he shall live till he has seen Damascus sink in flames, till he behold That slave, that woman idol he adores, Or giv❜n a prize to some brave Mussulman, Or slain before his face; then if he sue For death, as for a boon, perhaps we'll grant it. Daran. The captains wait thy orders. Ready to march? Daran. They are. Caled. Mourn, thou haughty city! [Exit Raphan. The bow is bent, nor canst thou scape thy doom. Mecca? Thou know'st their leader fell in the last fight. Caled. 'Tis true; thou, Daran, well deserv'st that I've mark'd what a keen hatred, like my own, Caled. And therefore I'll reward it. Be that command now thine. And here, this sabre, Bless'd in the field by Mahomet himself, At Caabar's prosp'rous fight, shall aid thy arm. Daran. Thanks, my good chief; with this I'll better thank thee. [Takes the Scimitar. Caled. Myself will lead the troops of the black standard, And at the eastern gate begin the storm. Daran. But why do we not move? 'twill soon be day. Methinks I'm cold, and would grow warm with action. Caled. Then haste and tell Abadah-O, thou'rt welcome! Re-enter ABUDAH. Thy charge awaits thee. Where's the stubborn captive? Abu. Indeed he's brave. I left him for a moment In the next tent. He's scarcely yet himself. Caled. But is he ours? Abu. The threats of death are nothing; If not to make him wholly ours, at least Caled. Say how? Abu. Oft he inclin'd, oft started back; at last, Caled. How? Abu. Yet hear; For since I saw him now so lost in passion, No longer to resist his better fate, But join his arms in present action with us, Caled. What, no more? Then he's a Christian still! Abu. Have patience yet; For if by him we can surprise the city→→→ Abu. Hear what's agreed; but on the terms I shall command some chosen, faithful bands; Caled. This is something. And yet I do not like this half ally. Is he not still a Christian?-But no matter- [Exeunt. SCENE I. A great Square in the City before the Enter ABUDAH, Saracen Captains and Soldiers; with Eum. The guard above, Did that sleep too? Abu. Christians, complain no more, What you have ask'd is granted. Are ye men, |