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And therefore weaker ; proud of this success, And why see we so many thousand tents
Our soldiers too have gained redoubled courage, Rise in the air, and whiten all our fields ?
And long to meet them on the open plain. Cal. Is that a question now? you had our sum-
What hinders, then, but we repay this outrage,

mons, And sally on their camp?

When first we marched against you, to surEum. No-let us first

render. Believe the occasion fair, by this advantage, Two moons have wasted since, and now the third To purchase their retreat on easy terms: Is in it's wane. 'Tis true, drawn off awhile, That failing, we the better stand acquitted At Aiznadin we met and fought the powers To our own citizens. However, brave Phocyas, Sent by your emperor to raise our siege. Cherish this ardour in the soldiery,

Vainly you thought us gone; we gained a conAnd in our absence form what force thou canst;

quest. Then if these hungry bloodhounds of the war You see we are returned ; our hearts, our cause, Should still be deaf to peace, at our return

Our swords the same. Our widened gates shall pour a sudden flood Herb. But why those swords were drawn, Of vengeance on them, and chastise their scorn. And what's the cause, inform us.

(Ereunt. Eum. Speak your wrongs,

If wrongs you have received, and by what means SCENE II.-A Plain before the City. A Pros- | They may be now repaired. pect of Tents at a distance.

Abu. Then, christians, hear!

And Heaven inspire you to embrace its truth ! Enter CALED, ABUDAH, and DARAN.

Not wrongs to avenge, but to establish right, Dar. To treat, my chiefs! what, are we mer-. Our swords were drawn: For such is heaven's chants then,

That only come to traffic with those Syrians, Immutable. By us great Mahomet,
And poorly cheapen conquest on conditions And his successor, holy Abubeker,
No; we were sent to fight the caliph's battles, Invite you to the faith.
Till every iron neck bend to obedience.

Art. [Asıde.) Somthen, it seems
Another storm makes this proud city ours; There is no harm meant; we are only to be beaten
What need we treat? I am for war and plunder. Into a new religion-If that's all,
Cal. WI

so am I—and but to save the lives I find I am already half a convert. Of mussulmen, not christians, I would not treat. Eum. Now, in the name of Heaven, what faith I hate these christian dogs; and 'tis our task,

is this, As thou observ'st, to fight; our law enjoins it: That stalks gigantic forth thus armed with terHeaven, too, is promised only to the valiant.

rors, Oft has our prophet said, the happy plains As if it meant to ruin, not to save? Above lie stretched beneath the blaze of swords. That leads embattled legions to the field, Abu. Yet, Daran's loth to trust that heaven And marks its progress out with blood and

slaughter? This earth, it seems, has gifts that please him Herb. Bold, frontless men ! that impudently

dare Cal. Check not his zeal, Abudah.

To blend religion with the worst of crimes; Abu. No; I praise it.

And sacrilegiously usurp that name, Yet, I could wish that zeal had better motives. To cover fraud, and justify oppression ! Has victory no fruits but blood and plunder? Eum. Where are your priests? What doctors That we were sent to fight, 'tis true; but where

of your law fore?


you e'er sent to instruct us in its preFor conquest, not destruction. That obtained,

cepts? The more we spare, the caliph has more sub-To solve our doubts, and satisfy our reason, jects,

And kindly lead us through the wilds of error And Heaven is better served—But see, they To these new tracts of truth-This would be


And well might claim our thanks. Enter EUMENES, HERBIS, and ARTAMON.

Cal. Friendship like this Cal. Well, christians, we are met, and war With scorn had been received: your numerous awhile,

vices, At your request, has stilled his angry voice, Your clashing sects, your mutual rage and strife, To hear what you'll propose.

Have driv’n religion and her angel guards, Eum. We come to know,

Like out-casts, from among you. In her stead, After so many troops you've lost in vain, Usurping superstition bears the sway, If you'll draw off in peace, and save the rest. And reigns in mimic state, 'midst idol shows, Herb. Or rather to know first-for yet we And pageantry of power. Who does not mark know not

Your lives! Rebellious to your own great proWhy on your heads you call our pointed arrows,

phet In our own just defence? What means this visit? Who mildly taught you-Therefore Mahomet

for pay;




Has brought the sword to govern you by force, Have bowed beneath the yoke-behold our march Nor will accept obedience so precarious. O'er half your land, like flame through fields of Eum. O solemn truths, though from an im

harvest. pious tongue !

(Aside. And last view Aiznadin, that vale of blood ! That we're unworthy of our holy faith,

There seek the souls of forty thousand Greeks, To Heaven, with grief and conscious shame, we That, fresh from life, yet hover o'er their bodies. own.

Then think, and then resolve. But what are you, that thus arraign our vices, Herb. Presumptuous men! And consecrate your own? Vile hypocrites ! What though you yet can boast successful guilt, Are you not sons of rapine, foes to peace, Is conquest only your's? Or dare you hope Base robbers, murderers


you shall still pour on the swelling tide, Cal. Christians, no

Like some proud river that has left its banks, Eum. Then say,

Nor ever know repulse ? Why have you ravaged all our peaceful borders? Eum. Have you forgot! Plundered our towns: and by what claim e'en Not twice seven years are past since e'en your now,

prophet, You tread this ground?

Bold as he was, and boasting aid divine, Herb. What claim, but that of hunger? Was by the tribe of Corish forced to fly, The claim of ravenous wolves, that leave their poorly to fly, to save his wretched life, dens,

From Mecca to Medina. To prowl at midnight round some sleeping vil Abu. No—forgot! lage,

We well remember how Medina screened
Or watch the shepherd's folded flock for prey? That holy head, preserved for better days,
Cal. Blasphemer, know, your fields and towns And ripening years of glory!
are our's;

Dar. Why, my chiefs,
Our prophet has bestow'd them on the faithful, Will you waste time in offering terms despised
And heaven itself has ratified the grant.

To these idolaters ?-Words are but air; Eum. Oh! now indeed you boast a noble Blows would plead better. title!

Cal. Daran, thou say'st true. What could your prophet grant? a hireling slave! Christians, here end our truce. Behold once Not even the mules and camels, which he drove, Were his to give; and yet the bold impostor The sword of heaven is drawn! nor shall be Has cantoned out the kingdoms of the earth,

sheathed In frantic fits of visionary power,

But in the bowels of Damascus. To soothe his pride, and bribe his fellow mad Eum. That, men!

Or speedy vengeance, and destruction due Cal. Was it for this you sent to ask a parley, To the proud menacers, as Heaven sees fit! To affront our faith, and to traduce our pro

(Ereunt. phet? Well might we answer you with quick revenge.

SCENE III.-A Garden. Nor such indignities-Yet hear, once more,

Enter EUDOCIA. Hear this, our last demand ; and, this accepted, We yet withdraw our war. Be christians still, Eud. All's hushed around !-No more the But swear to live with us in firm alliance,

shout of soldiers To yield us aid, and pay us annual tribute. And clash of arms tumultuous fill the air. Éum. No-Should we grant you aid, we must Methinks this interval of terror seems be rebels;

Like that, when the loud thunder just has rolled And tribute is the slavish badge of conquest. O'er our affrighted heads, and in the heavens Yet since, on just and honourable terms, A momentary silence but prepares We ask but for our own-Ten silken vests, A second and a louder clap to follow. Weighty with pearl and gems, we'll send your caliph:

Enter PHOCYAS. Two, Caled, shall be thine; two thine, Abudah. O no—my hero comes, with better omens, To each inferior captain we decree

And every gloomy thought is now no more. A turban spun from our Damascus flax,

Pho. Where is the treasure of my soul ! White as the snows of heaven; to every soldier

Eudocia, A scimitar. This, and of solid gold

Behold me here impatient, like the miser Ten ingots, be the price to buy your absence. That often steals in secret to his gold, Cal. This, and much more, even all your shi- And counts with trembling joy, and jealous transning wealth,

port, Will soon be ours: look round your Syrian fron- | The shining heaps which he still fears to lose. tiers !

Eud. Welcome, thou brave, thou best deserSee in how many towns our hoisted flags

ving lover! Are waving in the wind; Sachna, and Hawran, How do I doubly share the common safety, Proud Tadmor, Aracah, and stubborn Bosra Since 'tis a debt to thee! But tell me, Phoyas,


Dost thou bring peace ?- Thou dost, and I am I've caught the flame of thy heroic ardour ! happy!

And now I see thee crowned with palm and Pho. Not yet, Eudocia: 'tis decreed by Heaven

olive; I must do more to merit thy esteem.

The soldiers bring thee back with songs of triPeace, like a frighted dove, has winged her

umph, flight

And loud applauding shouts; thy rescued counTo distant hills, beyond these hostile tents;

try And through them we must thither force our Resounds thy praise; our emperor Heraclius way,

Decrees thee honours for a city saved, If we would call the lovely wanderer back And pillars rise, of monumental brass, To her forsaken home.

Inscribed To Phocyas the deliverer. Eud, False flattering hope !

Pho. The honours and rewards, which thon Vanished so soon! alas, my faithful fears

hast named, Return, and tell me, we must still be wretched ! Are bribes too little for my vast ambition.

Pho. Not so, my fair; if thou but gently smile, My soul is full of thee Thou art my all Inspiring valour, and presaging conquest, of fame, of triumph, and of future fortune. These barbarous foes to peace and love, shall | 'Twas love of thee first sent me forth in arms,

My service is all thine, to thee devoted, Be chased, like fiends before the morning light, And thou alone canst make e'en conquest plea: And all be calm again.

sing. Eud. Is the truce ended ?

Eud. O, do not wrong thy merit, nor restrain it Must war, alas! renew its bloody rage,

To narrow bounds; but know, I best am pleased And Phocyas ever be exposed to danger? To share thee with thy country. Oh, my PhoPho. Think for whose sake danger itself has

cyas ! charms.

With conscious blushes oft I've heard thy vows, Dismiss thy fears; the lucky hour comes on, And strove to hide, yet more revealed my Full fraught with joys, when my big soul no


But 'tis thy virtue justifies my choice, Shall labour with this secret of my passion, And what at first was weakness, now is glory. To hide it from thy jealous father's eyes.

Pho. Forgive me, thou fair pattern of all goodJust now, by signals from the plain, I've learned

ness, That the proud foe refuse us terms of honour; If in the transport of unbounded passion, A sally is resolved; the citizens

I still am lost to every thought but thee; And soldiers, kindled into sudden fury,

Yet sure to love thee thus is every virtue; Press all in crowds, and beg I'll lead them on. Nor need I more perfection.-Hark! I'm called. Oh, my Eudocia ! if I now succeed

[Trumpet sounds. Did I say if I must, I will; the cause

Eud. Then go and Heaven with all its anIs love, 'tis liberty, it is Eudocia !

gels guard thee! What then shall hinder, since our mutual faith Pho. Farewell !--for thee once more I draw Is pledged, and thou consenting to my bliss,

the sword. But I may boldly ask thee of Eumenes,

Now to the field to gain the glorious prize; Nor fear a rival's more prevailing claim? 'Tis victory—the word-Eudocia's eyes! Ead. May blessings still attend thy arms !

(E.reunta Methinks



SCENE I. The Governor's Palaco. Wants to be breathed in some new eptera

prise ? Enter EUMENES and HERBIS.

You should not have consented. Herb. Still I must say, 'twas wrong, 'twas Eum. You forget. wrong, Eumenes,

'Twas not my voice alone ; you saw the people And mark the event !

(And sure such sudden instincts are from Her Eum. What could I less? You saw

ven!) 'Twas vain to oppose it, whilst his eager valour, Rose all at once to follow him, as if Impatient of restraint

One soul inspired them, and that soul was PhoHerb. His


cyas'. His rashness, his hot youth, his valour's fever! Herb. I had indeed forgot ; and ask your pare Must we, whose business is to keep our walls,

don. And manage warily our little strength,

I took you for Eumenes, and I thought Must we at once lavish away our blood,

That in Damascus you had chief command. Because his pulse beats high, and his mad cou

Eum. What dost thou mean? rage

Herb. Nay, who's forgetful now?

him more.

You say, the people-Yes, that very people, Their shouts of onset, when with loud appeal That coward tribe that pressed you to surren- They challenge Heaven, as if demanding conder !

quest. Well may they spurn at lost authority;

The battle joined, and through the barbarous Whom they like better, better they'll obey.

host, Eum. 0 I could curse the giddy changeful Fight, fight, and paradise ! was all the cry. slaves,

At last our leaders met: and gallant Phocyas But that the thought of this great hour's event But what are words to tell the mighty wonders Possesses all my soul. If we are beaten ! We saw him then perform?-Their chief unHerb. The poison works ; 'tis well—I'll give


[Aside. The Saracens soon broke their ranks and Aed; True, if we're beaten, who shall answer that? And had not a thick evening fog arose, Shall you, or 1?--Are you the governor ? (Which sure the devil raised up to save his Or say we conquer, whose is then the praise ?

friends) Eum. I know thy friendly fears; that thou | The slaughter had been double -But, be and I

hold ! Must stoop beneath a beardless rising hero; The hero comes. And in Heraclius' court it shall be said,

Enter PhócYAS, EUMENES meeting him. Damascus, nay perhaps the empire too, Owed its deliverance to a boy: Why, be it, Eum. Joy to brave Phocyas ! So that he now return with victory;

Eumenes gives him back the joy he sent. 'Tis honour greatly won, and let him wear it. The welcome news has reached this place beYet I could wish I needed less his service.

fore thee. Were Eutyches returned

How shall thy country pay the debt she owes Herb. (Aside.] That, that's my torture.

thee? I sent my son to the emperor's court, in hopes Pho. By taking this as earnest of a debt His merit at this time might raise his fortunes ; Which I owe her, and fain would better pay. But Phocyas-curse upon his forward virtues ! - Herb. In spite of envy I must praise him too. Is reaping all this field of fame alone,

[Aside. Or leaves him scarce the gleanings of a harvest. Phocyas, thou hast done bravely, and 'tis fit Eum. See, Artamon with hasty strides return Successful virtue take a time to rest. ing.

Fortune is fickle, and may change ; besides, He comes alone!-O friend, thy fears were just. What shall we gain, if from a mighty ocean What are we now, and what is lost Damascus ! By sluices we draw off some little streams ?

If thousands fall, ten thousands more remain ; Enter ARTAMON.

Nor ought we hazard worth so great as thine Art. Joy to Eumenes !

Against such odds. Suffice what's done already: Eum. Joy Sis it possible?

And let us now, in hopes of better days, Dost thou bring news of victory?

Keep wary watch, and wait the expected sucArt. The sun Is set in blood, and from the western skies

Pho. What! -to be cooped whole months Has seen three thousand slaughter'd Arabs fall.

within our walls? Herb. Is Phocyas safe?

To rust at home, and sicken with inaction ? Art. He is, and crowned with triumph. The courage of our men will droop and die, Herb. [Aside.] My fears indeed were just. If not kept up by daily exercise.

(Shout, A Phocyas ! A Phocyas ! Again the beaten foe may force our gates; Eum. What noise is that?

And Victory, if slighted thus, take wing, Herb. The people worshipping their new divi. And fly where she may find a better welcome. nity.

Art. (Aside.] It must be so-he hates him, on Shortly they'll build him temples. Eum. Tell us, soldier,

This Herbis is a foul old envious knave, Since thou hast shared the glory of this action, Methinks Eumenes too might better thank him. Tell us how it began.

Eum. [To HERBIS aside.) Urge him no more;Art. At first the foe

I'll think of thy late warning;
Seemed much surprised; but, taking soon the And thou shalt see I'll yet be governor.

Gathered some hasty troops, and marched to

A leller brought in.

Pho. (Looking on it.] 'Tis to Eumenes. The captain of these bands looked wild and Eum. Ha! from Eutyches. fierce,

(Reads.] The emperor, awakened with the His head unarmed, as if in scorn of danger,

danger And naked to the waist; as he drew near, "That threatens his dominions, and the loss He raised his arm, and shook a ponderous lance; * At Aiznadin, has drained his garrisons When all at once, as at a signal given,

To raise a second army. In few hours We heard the Tecbir, so these Arabs call • We will begin our march. Sergius brings this,


my soul !

meet us.

freely | Is

• And will inform you further.'

Proportioned to thy birth and thy desert. Herb. [Aside.) Heaven, I thank thee !

Pho. And can Eumenes think I would be 'Twas even beyond my hopes.

bribed Eum. But where is Sergius?

By trash, by sordid gold, to venal virtue? Mess. The letter, fastened to an arrow's head, What! serve my country for the same mean hire, Was shot into the town.

That can corrupt each villain to betray ber? Eum. I fear he's taken

Why is she saved from the Arabian spoilers, O Phocyas, Herbis, Artamon! my friends! If to be stripped by her own sons-Forgive me You all are sharers in this news: the storm If the thought glows upon my cheeks ! I know Is blowing o'er, that hung like night upon us, 'Twas mentioned, but to prove how much I And threaten'd deadly ruin -Haste, proclaim

scorn it. The welcome tidings loud through all the city. As for the emperor, if he owns my conduct, Let sparkling lights be seen from every turret, I shall indulge an honest pride in honours To tell our joy, and spread their blaze to heaven. Which I have strove to merit. Yes, Eumenes, Prepare for feasts ; danger shall wait at dis. I have ambition- yet the vast reward, tance,

That swells my hopes, and equals all my wishes, And fear be now no more. The jolly soldier Is in thy gift alone--it is Eudocia. And citizens shall meet o'er their full bowls, Eum. Eudocia! Phocyus, I am yet thy friend, Forget their toils, and laugh their cares away, And therefore will not hold thee long in doubt. And mirth and triumphs close this happy day. Thou must not think of her.

(Exeunt HERB. and ANT. Pho. Not think of her? Pho. And may succeeding days prove yet more Impossible! She's ever present to me, happy!

My life, my soul! She animates my being, Well dost thou bid the voice of triumph sound And kindles up my thoughts to worthy actions. Through all our streets; our city calls thee fa- | And why, Eumenes, why not think of her? ther;

Is not my rank-
And say, Eumenes, dost thou not perceive

Eum. Forbear-What need a herald
A father's transport rise within thy breast, To tell me who thou art? Yet once again-
Whilst in this act thou art the hand of Heaven, Since thou wilt force me to a repetition,
To deal forth blessings, and distribute joy? I say, thou must not think of her.

Pho. Yet hear me;

Why wilt thou judge, ere I can plead my cause? And should be freely shared.

É um. Why wilt thou plead in vain ? hast thoa Pho. True-Generous minds

not heard Redoubled feel the pleasures they impart. My choice has destined her to Eutyches? For me, if I've deserved by arms or counsels, Pho. And has she consented to that choice! By hazards gladly sought, and greatly prospered, Eum. Has she consented! What is her conWhate'er I've added to the public stock,

sent? With joy I see it in Eumenes' hands,

Is she not mine?
And wish but to receive my share from thee. Pho. She is and in that title

Eum. I cannot, if I would, withhold thy share. Even kings with envy may behold thy wealth, What thou hast done is thine, the fame thy And think their kingdoms poor! and yet, Éuown;

menes, And virtuous actions will reward themselves. Shall she, by being thine, be barred a privilege Pho. Fame-What is that, if courted for her- Which even the meanest of her sex may claim? self?

Thou wilt not force her?
Less than a vision; a mere sound, an echo, Eum. Who has told thee so ?
That calls, with mimic voice, through woods and I'd force her to be happy.

Pho. Thou canst not.
Her cheated lovers; lost and heard by fits, What happiness subsists in loss of freedom?
But never fixed : a seeming nymph, yet no The guest, constrained, but murmurs at the ban-

quét; Virtue indeed is a substantial good,

Nor thanks his host, but starves amidst abunA real beauty; yet with weary steps

dance. Through rugged ways, by long, laborious ser Eum. 'Tis well, young man—Why then, I'R vice,

learn from thee When we have traced, and wooed, and won the To be a very tame obedient father. dame,

Thou hast already taught my child her duty. May we not then expect the dower she brings ? I find the source of all her disobedience, Éum. Well-ask that dowry; say, can Da- Her hate of me, her scorn of Eutyches; mascus pay it?

Ha! Is't not so? -Come, tell me! I'll forgive Her riches shall be taxed : name but the sum,

thee: Her merchants with some costly gems shall grace Hast thou not found her a most ready scholar? thee;

I know thou hast. Why, what a dull old wretch Nor can Heraclius fail to grant thee honours, Was I, to think I ever had a daughter!

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