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Thou that hast endless blessings still in store And bends bim, like a drooping slow'r, to earth. For virtue and for filial piety,

By such examples are we taught to prove Let grief, disgrace, and want be far away; The sorrows that attend unlawful love. But multiply thy mercies on his head. Death, or some worse misfortune, soon diside Let honour, greatness, goodness, still be with him, The injur'd bridegroom from his guilty bride. And peace in all bis ways

[Dies. If you would have the nuptial union last, Hor. The storm of grief bears hard upon Lei virtue be the bond that ties it fast. his youth,


H U G H E S.

Tus amiahle man, and elegant author, was the son of a citizen of London, and was born at Marlborough, in Wiltshire, on the 29th of Jan. 1677, but received the rudiments of his education in private schools at London. Even in the very carliest parts of life his genius seemed to show itself equally inclined to each of the three sister arts, music, poe. try, and design, in all which lic made a very considerable progress. To his excellence in these qualifications, his contemporary and friend, Sir Richard Steele, hears the following extraordinary testimonial: “He may (says that author) be the emulation of more persons of different talents than any one I have ever known. His head, lands, or heart, were always employed in something worthy initation. His pencil, his W', or his pen, each of which he used in a masterly manner, were always directed to raise and cntertain his own mind, or that of others, lo a more cheerful prusecution of what is noble and virtuous.” Such is the evidence borne to his talents by a writer of the first rank; yet he seems, for the most part, to have pursued these and other polite studics little surlhor than by the way of agreeable amusements, under frequent confinement, occasioned by indisposition and a valetudinarian state of health.

Mr. Hughes had, for some time, an employment in the office of ordnance, and was secretary to two or three commissions under the great seal for the purchase of lands, in order to the better securing the docks and harhours at Portsmouth, Chatham, and Harwich. In the year 1717, the Lord Chancellor Cowper, to whom our anthor had not long been known, thought proper, without any previous solicitation, to nominate liim his secretary for the commissions of the peace, and to distinguish him with singular marks of his favour and assection; and, upon his Lordship’s laying down the great seal, he was, at the particnlar recommendation of this his patron, and with the ready concurrence of his successor the Earl of Macclesfield, continued in the same employment, which he held till the time of his decease, the 17th, of Feb. 1719, being the very night on which his celebrated tragedy of The Siege of Damascus made its first appearance on the stage; wlien, after a lile mostly spent in pain and sickness, he was carried off by a consumption having but barely completed liis 4ad gear, and at a period in which he had just arrived at an agreeable competence, and was advancing, with rapid steps, towards the pinnacle of fame and fortune. He was privately buried in the vault under the chancel of St Andrew's church, in llolborn,


Acted at Drury Lane 1719. It is generally allowed, that the characters in this tragedy are finely varied and distinguished ; that the sentiments are just and well adapled to the characters; that it abounds with beautiful descriptions, apl allusions to the manners and opinions of the times wherein the scene is laid, and with nohle morals; that the diction is pure, unallected and sublime, without any mclcors of style or ambitious ornaments : and that the plot is conducted in a simple and clear manner, When it was ollered to the managers of Drury Lane House, in the year 1718, they refused to act it, unless the author made an alteration in the character of Phocyas, who, in the original, had been prevailed upon to profess himself a Mahometan: pretending that he could not be a hero, if he changed his religion, and that the audince would not bear the siglıl of him atler il, in how lively a manner soever his remorse and repentance might be described. The author (being then in a very languishing condition) finding, if he did not comply, his relations would probably loose the benefit of the play, consented, though with reluctance, to new-model the character of Phocyas The story on which this play is founded, is amply detailed in Mr. Gibbon's History, vol. V. p. 510. where we find the real fame of Phocyas to bave been Jonas. That author gays, “Instead of a base renegado, Phocyas servos the Arabs as an honourable ally; instead of prompting their pursuit, he flies in the succour of his countrymen, and, alier killing Caled and Daran, is himself morially wounded, and expires in the presence of Eudocia, who professes her resolution to take the yeil al ('onstantinople.

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Officers, Soldiers,

Officers, Sol-
Citizens, and At-

diers, and

Attendants. lendunts. SCENE. The City of Damascus, in Syria, and the Saracen Camp before it; and, in

the last Act, a Valley adjacent.



ACT ).

As brave men should.-Pity your wives and

children! SCENE I.-The Cily.

Yes, I do pity them, heav'n knows I do, Enter Eumexes, followed by a Crowd of E'en more than you; nor will I yield them up, People.

Though at your own request, a prey to ruffians.Eum. I'll hear no more. Be gone! Herbis, what news? Or stop your clam'rous mouths, that still are open To bawl sedition and consume our corn.

Enter HERBIS. If you will follow me, send home your women, Her. News!-we're betray'd, deserted; And follow to the walls; there earn your safety, The works are but half mann'd; the Saracens 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 repellid, What will you next?

And therefore weaker: proud of this success, Eum. I've sent a fresh recruit,

Our soldiers too have gain'd redoubled courage, The valiant Phocyas leads them on - whose And long to meet them on the open plain. deeds,

What hinders then but we repay this outrage, In early youth, assert his noble race; And sally on their camp? A more ihan 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 'will be too late.

To purchase their retreat on easy terms: Eum. I fear it too:

Thai failing, we the better stand acquitted 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 had treated!--but 'tis now too late,— And in our absence form what force thou canst;

[ Aside. Then if these hungry bloodhounds of the war Come, Herbis.

[Exeunt. 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.

Scene II.-A Plain before the City. A ProsThe gate once more is ours,

pect of Tents at a distance. Flourish. Re-enter Eumenes, with PaocyAS, 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 ?
Hang out the flag of truce. You, Arlamon, No: we were sent to fight the caliph's batlles,
Hasle with a trumpet to th' Arabian chiefs, Till every iron neck bend to obedience.
And let them know, that, hostages exchang’d, Another storm makes this proud city, ours;
I'd meet them now upon the eastern plain. What need we treat?-I am for war and plunder.

[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 friendly treaty, if on terms of peace I hate these Christian dogs; and 'tis our task, They'll yei 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. What peace can you expect from bands of Oft has 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,

for That sets the princes of the world in arms. This earth, it seems, has gifts that please him Base-born, and starv'd, amidst their stony deserts, Long bare they view'd from far, with wishing Caled. Check not his zeal, Abudah. eyes,

Abu. No; I praise it. Our fruitful 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, Till 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 I'ncertain; Eutyches not yet return'd,

war awhile, That went to ask them; one brave army beaten; At your request, bas 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 wę danger.

know notEum. True:- they pretend the gates of Why on your


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 sendiheir 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

bad Our ebb of fortune is not yet so low,

our summons,




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 a noble title! Vainly you thought us gone; we gain'd a 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, Ifv

wrongs you have receiv'd, and by what means T' affront our faith, and to traduce our prophet? 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 last demand; and, this accepted, Not wrongs l'avenge, but to establish right, We yet withdraw our war. Be Christians still; Our swords were drawn: for such is heaven'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; That leads embattled legions to the field, Two, Caled, shall be thine; two thine, Abudah. 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 t' 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 yel 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. În her stead, Nor ever know repulse ? Usurping superstition bears the sway,

Euin. Have you forgot! And reigns in mimic state, midst idol shows, Not twice seven years are past, since e'en your And pageantry of power. Who does not mark

prophet, Your lives, rebellious to your own great prophet, Bold as he was, and boasting aid divine, Who mildly taught you? --Therefore Mahomet Was by the tribe of Corish fore'd to fly, Has broughí the sword, to govern you by force. Poorly to fly, to save his wretched lise, Eum. O, solemn truths! though from an From Mecca to Medina ? 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, preserv'd 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 despis'd, 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, once Why bave you ravag'd all our peacesul borders ? Plunder'd our towns? and by what claim, e'en The sword of heaven is drawn! nor shall be 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 sces fit! Or watch the shepherd's folded flock for prey?


we own.


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 hush'd around! - No more the

hast namd, 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!-'I hou art my all, Methinks this interval of terror seems

of fame, of triumph, and of future fortune. Like that, when the loud thunder just has roll'd "Twas love of thee first sent me forth in arms; O'er our affrighted heads, and, in the heavens, My service is all thine, to thee devoted; A momentary silence but prepares

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-my hero comes with better omens, To narrow hounds; but know, I best am pleas'd And every gloomy thought is now no more. To share thee with thy country. Oh, my Phocyas! Pho. 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 io every thought bui thee. serving lover!

Yet sure to love thee thus is every virtue; How do I doubly share the common safety, Nor need I more perfection.—Hark! I'm call’d. Since 'tis a debt to thee!-But tell me, Pbocyas,

[Trumpet sounds. Dost thou bring peace?—Thou dost, and I am Eud. Then go—and heaven with all its anhappy!

gels guard thee. Pho. Not yet, Eudocia; 'tis decreed by heaven, Pho. Farewell for thee once more 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,

[Éreunt. If we would call the lovely wanderer back To her forsaken home.

ACT II. End. False, flattering hope!

Scene I. The Governor's Palace, Vanish'd so soon!-alas, my faithful fears Return and tell nie we must still be wretched!

Enter EUMENES and HERBIS. Pho. Not so, my fair; if thou but gently smile, Her. Still I must say

'twas Inspiring valour, and presaging, conquest,

wrong, Eumenes;
These barbarous foes to peace and love shall soon And mark th'event!
Be chas'd, like fiends, before the morning light, Eum. What could I less? You saw
Ind all be calm again,

'Twas vain t'oppose it, whilst bis eager valour, Eud. Is the truce ended ?

Impatient of restraintMust war, alas! renew its bloody rage, Her. His eager 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 Shall labour with this secret of my passion,

Wants to be breath'd in some new enterprize?To hide it from thy jealous father's eyes. You should not have consented. Just now, by signals from the plain, I've learn'd

Euin. You forget. That the proud foe refuse us terms of honour; 'Twas not my voice alone, you saw the people A sally is resolv’d; the citizens

(And sure 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 them on. One soul inspir'd them, and that soul was 0, my Eudocia! if I now succeed

Phocyas'. Did I say,

if ?-I must, I will; the cause, Her. I had indeed forgot, and ask your Is love, 'tis liberty, it is Eudocia!

pardon. What then shall hinder,

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 atlend thy arms!- Her. Nay, who's forgetful now? Methinks

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. () 'I could curse the giddy changeful And loud applauding shouls; thy rescu'd country

slaves, Resounds thy praise; our emperor, Heraclius, But that the thought of this bour's great event Decrees thee honours for a city sar'd; Possesses all my soul. --If we are beaten!

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Her. The poison works; 'tis well-I'll 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 better 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. Eum. I know thy friendly fears; that thou Phocyas, thou hast done bravely, and 'lis 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 we draw off some little streams? Ow'd its deliverance to a boy:—Why be it, If 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 relurned

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! Ob! friend, thy fears were just. Eum. Urge bim no more:-
What are we now, and what is lost Damascus? I'N think of thy late warning;

And thou shalt see I'll yet be governor.

[-Aside 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. Al 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 willbegin 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:

'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! my friends! Seem'd much surpris’d; but taking soon the You all are sharers in this news; the storm alarm,

Is blowing o'er that hung like night upon us, Gather'd some basty troops, and march'd to And threaten’d deadly ruin. llaste, proclaim meet us.

The welcome tidings loud through all the city. The captain of these bands look'd yvild and fierce, Let sparkling lights be seen from every, turret, His head unarm'd, as if in scorn of danger, To tell your joy, and spread their blaze to heaven. And naked to the waist; as he drew near, Prepare for feasts; danger shall wait al distance, ile rais'd his arm, and shook a pond'rous lance: And fear be now no more. The jolly soldier 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 shouls of onset, when with loud appeal And mirth and triumphs close this happy day. They challenge heaven, as if demanding conquest.

[Ereuni Herbis and Artamon. The battle join'd, and through the barbarous host Pho. And may succeeding, days prove yet "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 triurnph sound But what are words, to tell the mighty wonders Through all our streets ; our city calls thee father: 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 hand of heaven, 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 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 deservd by arms or counsels, fore thee.

By hazards, gladly sought and greatly prosper'd,


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