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I fear a treacherous foe have now
Fly, save them, save the threatened lives of
My father and his friends! I dare not stay Heaven be my guide to shun this gathering ruin! [Exit Eudocia.
Cal. [Entering.] So-slaughter, do thy work! These hands look well.
[Looking on his hands. The jovial hunter, ere he quits the field, First signs him in the stag's warm vital stream, With stains like these, to show 'twas gallant sport.
Phocyas! Thou art met-But whether thou art
Pho. Hold- -pass no further.
Cal. Say'st thou, not pass?
Cal. What, dost thou frown too! sure thou knowest me not!
Pho. Not know thee! Yes, too well I know thee now,
O murderous fiend! Why all this waste of blood? Didst thou not promise
Cal. Promise! Insolence!
'Tis well, 'tis well-for now I know thee too.
Pho. That's well-go on-I swear I thank thee.
Speak it again, and strike it through my ear! A villain!-Yes, thou mad'st me so, thou devil!
And mind'st me now what to demand from thee. Give, give me back my former self, my honour, My country's fair esteem, my friends, my allThou canst not-0 thou robber!- Give me
Several parties of Christians and Saracens pass over the further end of the stage fighting.The former are beaten. At last EUMENES rallies them, and makes a stand. Then enters ABUDAH attended.
Abu. Forbear, forbear, and sheath the bloody sword!
Erim. Abudah! Is this well?
You have cause-O Mussulmans, look here!
Where, like a broken spear, your arm of war
Eum. Ha! Caled?
Abu. Dumb and breathless.
Then thus has Heaven chastised us in thy fall,
Erm. His thirst of blood
Abu. Bear hence his clay
Back to Damascus. Cast a mantle first
Molest your march. If more you ask, 'tis granted.
'Tis but life's chequered lot.
1 Offi. Eumenes mourns
[They withdraw to one side of the stage. A friend's unhappy fall; Herbis is slain ; A settled gloom seemed to hang heavy on him, The effect of grief, 'tis thought, for his lost son. When, on the first attack, like one that sought The welcome means of death, with desperate valour
He pressed the foc, and met the fate he wished. Art. See, where Eumenes comes!- -What's this? He seems
To lead some wounded friend
-Alas! 'tisEnter EUMENES leading in PHOCYAS, with an arrow in his breast.
Eum. Give me thy wound! O I could bear it for thee!
This goodness melts my heart. What! in a mo
No longer now my dazzled eyes behold thee Through passion's mists; my soul now gazes on thee,
And sees thee lovelier in unfading charms!
Eud. Look down, look down,
Ye pitying powers, and help his pious sorrow! Eum. 'Tis not too late, we hope, to give thee help.
See! yonder is my tent: we'll lead thee thither; Come, enter there, and let thy wound be dressed. Perhaps it is not mortal.
Pho. No more- -death is now painful! But say, my friends, whilst I have breath to ask, (For still methinks all your concerns are mine) Whither have you designed to bend your journey? Eum. Constantinople is my last retreat, If Heaven indulge my wish; there I've resolved To wear out the dark winter of my life, An old man's stock of days.-I hope not many.
Eud. There will I dedicate myself to Heaven. O, Phocyas, for thy sake, no rival else Shall e'er possess my heart. My father too Consents to this my vow. My vital flame There, like a taper on the holy altar, Shall waste away; till Heaven relenting hears Incessant prayers for thee and for myself, And wing my soul to meet with thine in bliss. For in that thought I find a sudden hope, As if inspired, springs in my breast, and tells me, That thy repenting frailty is forgiven, And we shall meet again, to part no more. Pho.[Plucking out the arrow.] Then all is done -'twas the last pang- -at lengthI've given up thee, and the world now is-nothing.
SCENE I.-Battlements, with a Sea Prospect. | Is this a night for walks of contemplation?
Something unusual hangs upon your heart,
In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee.
And then thou shalt hear farther.
Has strove to bury it beneath a heap
To see your strong emotions startles me.
Zan. Yes, woman, with the temper that befits it.
Has the dark adder venom? So have I,
For from that day, that day of my dishonour,
Isa. His friend, Don Carlos.
Zan. Be propitious,
Oh! Mahomet, on this important hour,
Others' self-love into our own protection? But see, the morning dawns;
I'll seek Don Carlos, and enquire my fate.
SCENE II-The Palace.
Enter Don MANUEL and Don CARLOS. Man. My lord don Carlos, what brings your express?
Cur. Alonzo's glory, and the Moors' defeat. The field is strewed with twice ten thousand slain,
Though he suspects his measures were betrayed.
The chance of battle gave me to the Moors,
| And while I groaned in bondage, I deputed
To stir her heart, and fan its fires for me.
Car. Alas, the cruel maid
Indeed her father, who, though high at court,
Caresses me, and urges her to wed.
Car. She looks like radiant Truth,
Enter Don ALVAREZ and LEONORA.
Alv. Don Carlos, I am labouring in your fa
With all a parent's soft authority,
Car. Angels second you!
For all my bliss or misery hangs on it.
Alv. Daughter, the happiness of life depends On our discretion, and a prudent choice; Look into those they call unfortunate, And, closer viewed, you will find they are unwise: Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath, And 'tis the trick of fools, to save their credit, Which brought another language into use. Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood,
And then his wealth might mend a prince's for
For him the sun is labouring in the mines,
Leon. Think you my father too indulgent to