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His head unarmed, as if in scorn of danger,
The battle joined, and through the barbarous host,
Fight, fight, and paradise! was all the cry.
The Saracens soon broke their ranks and fled;
The slaughter had been doublehold!
The hero comes.
Enter PHOCYAS, EUMENES meeting him. Eum. Joy to brave Phocyas! Eumenes gives him back the joy he sent. The welcome news has reached this place before thee.
How shall thy country pay the debt she owes thee?
Pho. By taking this as earnest of a debt Which I owe her, and fain would better pay. Her. In spite of envy I must praise him too.
Phocyas, thou hast done bravely, and 'tis fit
within our walls?
To rust at home, and sicken with inaction?
Again the beaten foe may force our gates;
This Herbis is a foul old envious knave.
And thou shalt see I'll yet be governor.
Pho. [Looking on it.] 'Tis to Eumenes.
O Phocyas, Herbis, Artamon! my friends!
[Ereunt Herb. and Art. Pho. And may succeeding days prove yet more happy!
Well dost thou bid the voice of triumph sound Through all our streets; our city calls thee fa ther;
And say, Eumenes, dost thou not perceive
And should be freely shared.
Pho. True- -Generous minds Redoubled feel the pleasures they impart. For me, if I've deserved by arms or counsels, By hazards gladly sought, and greatly prospered, Whate'er I've added to the public stock, With joy I see it in Eumenes' hands,
And wish but to receive my share from thee.
Eum. I cannot, if I would, withhold thy share. What thou hast done is thine, the fame thy own; And virtuous actions will reward themselves.
Pho. Fame-What is that, if courted for her
ask that dowry; say, can Da- | To be a very tame obedient father. mascus pay it?
Her riches shall be taxed: name but the sum,
Nor can Heraclius fail to grant thee honours,
Pho. And can Eumenes think I would be
By trash, by sordid gold, to venal virtue?
As for the emperor, if he owns my conduct,
Eum. Eudocia! Phocyus, I am yet thy friend,
Pho. Not think of her?
My life, my soul! She animates my being,
Eum. Forbear-What need a herald
Pho. Yet hear me;
Thou hast already taught my child her duty.
Hast thou not found her a most ready scholar?
Pho. I am sorry that Eumenes thinks-
Sorry for what? Then thou dost own thou'st
That's somewhat yet-Curse on my stupid blind-
For had I eyes I might have seen it sooner.
Pho. It was with pride I own it-'twas Eu-
I have served thee in serving her, thou knowest. it,
And thought I might have found a better treat
Why wilt thou force me thus to be a braggart,
It grates my soul-I am not wont to talk thus.
Eum. O no-say on, that thou hast saved Da
Is it not so? Look o'er her battlements,
Why wilt thou urge my temper with that trifler?
Eum. That will be seen ere long-But since I
Thou arrogantly would'st usurp dominion,
Thou here hast no command-Farewell!-Sa stay,
Or hence and join the foe-thou hast thy choice.
Am I a bubble then, blown up by thee,
Impossible! Oh, rather let me walk Like a dumb ghost, and burst my heart in silence. [Exit.
SCENE II.-The Garden.
Eud. Why must we meet by stealth, like guilty lovers!
But 'twill not long be so-What joy it will be
This gentle season is a friend to love;
And now, methinks, I could with equal passion, Meet thine, and tell thee all my secret soul. Enter PHOCYAS.
He hears me-O my Phocyas!-What-not answer!
Art thou not he; or art some shadow?
Pho. I am indeed a shadow-I am nothingEud. What dost thou mean?- -for now I know thee, Phocyas.
Pho. And never can be thine!
It will have vent- -O barbarous, cursed-but
I had forgot it was Eudocia's father! O, could I too forget how he has used me! Eud. I fear to ask thee
-O generous maid!
Pho. Dost thou fear !—Alas, Then thou wilt pity meThou hast charmed down the rage that swelled my heart,
And choaked my voice-now I can speak to thee. And yet 'tis worse than death what I have suffered;
It is the death of honour! Yet that's little; 'Tis more, Eudocia, 'tis the loss of thee!
Eud. Hast thou not conquered? What are all these shouts,
This voice of general joy, heard far around? What are these fires, that cast their glimmering light
Against the sky? Are not all these thy triumphs? Pho. O name not triumph! Talk no more of conquest!
It is indeed a night of general joy,
Pho. Yes; How wilt thou hereafter
But I have done and now thou hast my story, Is there a creature so accurst as Phocyas?
Eud. And can it be? Is this then thy reward? O Phocyas! never wouldst thou tell me yet That thou hadst wounds; now I must feel them
For is it not for me that thou hast borne this? What else could be thy crime?-Wert thou a traitor,
Had'st thou betrayed us, sold us to the foe
Pho. Would I be yet a traitor, I have leave; Nay, I am dared to it with mocking scorn. My crime indeed was asking thee; that only Has cancelled all, if I had any merit! The city now is safe, my service slighted, And I discarded, like an useless thing, Nay, bid begone
-and, if I like that better,
Seek out new friends, and join yon barbarous host.
Eud. Hold-let me think a while
Thou hast been used thus? Art thou quite undone?
Alone am grateful to this wondrous man!
And show, without a blush, how much I love.
Pho. Then I am rich again! [Embracing her. O, no-we will not part! Confirm it, Heaven! Now thou shalt see how I will bend my spirit, With what soft patience I will bear my wrongs, 'Till I have wearied out thy father's scorn. Yet I have worse to tell thee-EutychesEud. Why wilt thou name him? Pho. Now, even now, he's coming! Just hovering o'er thee, like a bird of prey. Thy father vows-for I must tell thee all'Twas this that wrung my heart, and racked my brain,
Even to distraction !-vows thee to his bed; Nay, threatened force, if thou refuse obedience. Eud. Force! threatened force! my fatherwhere is nature?
Is that, too, banished from his heart!-- then
No home, but am henceforth an out-cast orphan;
O save me, Phocyas! thou hast saved my father;
Pho. See, how we're joined in exile! How our fate
Conspires to warn us both to leave this city!
Eud. There-any where, so we may fly this place.
See, Phocyas, what thy wrongs and mine have wrought
In a weak woman's frame! for I have courage To share thy exile now through every danger. Danger is only here, and dwells with guilt, With base ingratitude, and hard oppression.
Pho. Then let us lose no time, but hence this night.
The gates I can command, and will provide
Eud. I know it well; the place is most secure,
Pho. Fear not;-thy innocence will be our guard. I've thought already how to shape our course; Some pitying angel will attend thy steps, Guide thee unseen, and charm the sleeping foe, Till thou art safe! O, I have suffered nothing! Thus gaining thee, and this great generous proof, How blest I am in my Eudocia's love! My only joy, farewell!
Eud. Farewell, my Phocyas!
I have no friend but thee-yet thee I'll call Friend, father, lover, guardian !-Thou art all! [Exeunt.
The rounds to-night, ere the last hour of prayer, Enter CALED and Attendants. SERGIUS brought From tent to tent, and warned them to be ready. in bound with cords.
What must be done?
Cal. Thou know'st the important news, Which we have intercepted by this slave, Of a new army's march. The time now calls, While these soft Syrians are dissolved in riot, Fooled with success, and not suspecting danger, Neglectful of their watch, or else fast bound In chains of sleep, companion of debauches, To form a new attack ere break of day; So, like the wounded leopard, shall we rush From out our covers on these drowsy hunters, And seize them, unprepared to 'scape our vengeance.
Abu. Great captain of the armies of the faithful!
I know thy mighty and unconquered spirit;
Or the death turned on him that drew the bow!
I fear, may soon-but, oh, avert it, Heaven! Fall even a prey to our own spoils and conquests.
Cal. No-thou mistakest; thy pious zeal deceives thee.
Our prophet only chides our sluggard valour.
A javelin in his hand, and turned them back
Abu. Well-be it then resolved. The indulgent hour
Of better fortune is, I hope, at hand.
And yet, since Phocyas has appeared its champion,
How has this city raised its drooping head!
Is fallen within my watch, and waits his doom. Cal. Bring forth the slave !—O thou keen vulture, Death!
Do we then feed thee only thus by morsels!
DARAN goes out, and re-enters with PHOCYAS. Whence, and what art thou?-Of Damascus?Daran,
Where didst thou find this dumb and sullen thing, That seems to lour defiance on our anger?
Dar. Marching in circuit, with the horse thou gavest me,
To observe the city gates, I saw from far
His eyes are fixed on earth; some deep distress Is at his heart. This is no common captive.
Cal. A lion in the toils! We soon shall tame him.
Still art thou dumb?-Nay, 'tis in vain to cast
Abu. Phocyas-Mahomet, we thank thee! Now dost thou smile again.
Dar. [Aside.] O devil, devil!
And I not know him!-'twas but yesterday
Not while he lives.
My countrymen.-Yet, were you men, I could
Cal. I tell thee, then, thou wrong'st us,
And mute attention shall await thy words.
Pho. This is not, then, the palace in Damascus !
If you will hear, then I, indeed, have wronged you.
How can this be?-when he, for whom I've fought,
Fought against you, has yet refused to hear me! You seem surprised.-It was ingratitude