Meanwhile, each, as he can, forget his loss, 3 Offi. Sir, I have mark'd The camp's extent: 'tis stretch'd quite through the valley. I think that more than half the city's here. Eum. The prospect gives me much relief. I'm My honest countrymen, t'observe your numbers; Alas! what's that?-Prosperity!—a harlot, Hear me, all gracious Heaven, Let me wear out my small remains of life Or, in affliction's hard but wholesome school, If it must be I'll learn to know myself, And that's more worth than empire. But, O Heaven, It has undone me!-Herbis! where, my friend, Enter HERBIS. Herb. On yonder summit, To take a farewell prospect of Damascus. Herb. No-I've forgot it. All our possessions are a grasp of air: We're cheated, whilst we think we hold them fast: And when they're gone, we know that they were nothing. But I've a deeper wound. Eum. Poor, good old man! 'Tis true-thy son-there thou'rt indeed unhappy. Enter ARTA MON. What, Artamon! art thou here, too? Art. Yes, sir. I never boasted much, Yet I've some honour, and a soldier's pride; Eum. Thou'rt brave and honest. Nay, we'll not yet despair. A time may come, And kindly offers his cool, wholesome draughts, Enter EUDOCIA, My daughter!-wherefore hast thou left thy tent? What breaks so soon thy rest? Eud. Rest is not there, Or I have sought in vain, and cannot find it. Eum. Thou art not well. Eud. I would, if possible, avoid myself. I'm better now, near you. Eum. Near me! alas, The tender vine so wreathes its folded arms 3 Eud. O, say not so! You have lost nothing; no--you have preserv'd, To Heaven and to your country. Eum. Heroic maid! Thy words are balsam to my griefs. Eudocia, Eud. If you talk thus, you have not yet forgiven me. Eum. Forgiven thee!-Why, for thee it is, thee only, I think, Heaven yet may look with pity on us; Yet, were he here, we'd ask him pardon too. Eud. [Aside.] O, why is he not here? Why do I see Enter an OFFicer. Offi. Where is Eumenes? Eum. What means thy breathless haste? Offi. I fear there's danger: For, as I kept my watch, I spy'd afar Thick clouds of dust, and, on a nearer view, Moving this way. I saw them wind the hill, Herb. I saw them too, |