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That coward tribe that press'd you to surrender!
Well may they spurn at lost authority;
Whom they like better, better they'll obey.

Earn. O I could curse the giddy, changeful slaves, But that the thought of this hour's great event Possesses all my soul. If we are beaten!

Herb. The poison works; 'tis well—I'll give him more. [Aside,

True, if we're beaten, who shall answer that?

Shall you, or I? Are you the governor?

Or say we conquer, whose is then the praise?

Eum. I know thy friendly fears; that thou find I Must stoop beneath a beardless, rising hero! And in Heraclius' court it shall be said, Damascus, nay, perhaps the empire too,

Ow'd its deliverance to a boy, Why be it,

So that he now return with victory;
'Tis honour greatly won, and let him wear it.
Yet I could wish I needed less his service.
Were Eutyches returned

Herb. [Aside.] That, that's my torture.
I sent my son to the emperor's court, in hopes
His merit at this time might raise his fortunes;

But Phocyas—curse upon his froward virtues!

Is reaping all this field of fame alone,

Or leaves him scarce the gleanings of a harvest.

Eum. See Artaraon, with hasty strides returning. He comes alone! Oh ! friend, thy fears were just. What are we now, and what is lost Damascus?

Enter Artamon.

Art. Joy to Eumeness!

Eum. Joy! is't possible?

Dost thou bring news of victory?

Art. The sun
Is set in blood, and from the western skies

Has seen three thousand slaughter'd Arabs fall.

Herb. Is Phocyas safe r

Art. He is, and crown'd with triumph.

Herb. [Aside."} My fears indeed were just.

[Shaut, Flourish.

Eum. What noise is that?

Herb. The people worshiping their new divinity; Shortly they'll build him temples,

Eum. Tell us, soldier,
Since thou hast shar'd the glory of this action,
Tell us how it began.

Art. At first the foe
Seem'd much surpris'd ; but taking soon the alarm,
Gather'd some hasty troops, and march'd to meet us.
The captain of these bands look'd wild and fierce,
His head unarm'd, as if in scorn of danger,
And naked to the waist ; as he drew near,
He rais'd his arm, and shook a pond'rous lance:
When all at once, as at a signal given,
We heard the Tecbir, so these Arabs call
Their shouts of onset, when with loud appeal
They challenge Heaven, as if demanding conquest.
The battle join'd, and thro' the barbarous host
'Fight, fight, and Paradise,' was all the cry.

At last our leaders met ; and gallant Phocyas

But what ars words, to tell the mighty wonders
We saw him then perform !—Their chief unhors'd,
The Saracens soon broke their ranks, and fled;
And had not a thick evening fog arose,

The slaughter had been double But, behold,

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 reach'd this place before

thee. How shall thy country pay the debt she owes thee?

Plio. By taking this as earnest of a debt Which I owe her, and fain would better pay. Herb. In spite of envy, l^must praise him too.

[Aside. Phocyas, thou hast done bravely, and 'tis fit • Successful virtue take a time to rest. Fortune is fickle, and may change : besides, What shall we gain, if from a mighty ocean By sluices we draw off some little streams? If thousands fall, ten thousands more remain. Nor ought we hazard worth so great as thine, Against such odds. Suffice what's done already: And let us now, in hopes of better days, Keep wary watch, and wait th' expected succours.

Pho. What! to be coop'd whole months within

our walls?
To rust at home, and sicken with inaction?
The courage of our men will droop and die,
If not kept up by daily exercise.
Again the beaten foe may force our gates;
And victory, if slighted thus, take wing,
And fly where she may find a better welcome.

Eum. [To Herbis, aside.] Urge him no more ;—— 111 think of thy late warning; And thou shaltsee, I'll yet be governor.

Enter Messenger, with a Letter.

P/io. [Looking on it.] Tis to Eumenes.
Eum. Ha! from Eutyches.

[Reads.] The emperor, awaJcen'd with the danger

That threatens his dominions, and the loss

At Aiznadin, has drain d his garrisons,

To raise a second army. In a few hours

We will begin our march. Sergius brings this,

And will inform you further.

Herb. [Aside.] Heaven, I thank thee! Twas even beyond my hopes.

Eam. But where is Sergius? . Mess. The letter, fasten'd to an arrow's head, Was shot into the town.

Eum. I fear, he's taken

O Phocyas, Herbis, Artamon ! my friends!
You all are sharers in this news; the storm
Is blowing o'er, that hung like night upon us,

And threaten'd deadly ruin Haste, proclaim

The welcome tidings loud through all the city.
Let sparkling lights be seen from every turret,
To tell our joy, and spread their blaze to heaven.
Prepare for feasts; danger shall wait at distance,
And fear be now no more. The jolly soldier
And citizen shall meet o'er their full bowls,
Forget their toils, and laugh their cares away,
And mirth and triumphs close this happy day.

[Exeunt Herbis and Artamon.
Pho. And may succeeding days prove yet more
Well dost thou bid the voice of triumph sound
Thro' all our streets; our city calls thee father:
And say, Eumenes, dost thou not perceive
A father's transport rise within thy breast,
Whilst in this act thou art the hand of Heaven,
To deal forth blessings, and distribute joy?

Eum. The blessings, Heaven bestows, are freely sent, And should be freely shar'd.

Pho. True Generous minds

Redoubled feel the pleasure they impart.
For me, if I've deserv'd by arms or counsels,
By hazards gladly sought, and greatly prospcr'd,
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 herself? Less than a vision ; a mere sound, an echo, That calls with mimic voice, thro' woods and labyrinths, Her cheated lovers ; lost and heard by fits, But never fix'd: a seeming nymph, yet nothing. Virtue indeed is a substantial good, A real beauty ; yet with weary steps, Thro' rugged ways, by long, laborious service, When we have trac'd,and woo'd, and won the dame, May we not then expect the dower she brings?

Earn. Well ask that dowry; say, can Damascus pay it? Her riches shall be tax'd,name but the sum, Her merchants with some costly gems shall grace

thee^ Nor can Heraclius fail to grant thee honours, Proportion'd to thy birth and thy desert.

Fho. And can Eumenes think I would be brib'd By trash, by sordid gold, to venal virtue! What! serve my country for the same mean hire, That can corrupt each villain to betray her? Why is she sav'd from these Arabian spoilers,

If to be stripp'd by her own sons? Forgive me

If the thought glows on my cheeks! I know

Twas mention'd but to prove how much I scorn it.

Yes, Eumenes,

I have ambition—yet the vast reward

That swells my hopes, and equals all my wishes,

Is in thy gift alone it is Eudocia.

Eum. Eudocia ! Phocyas, I am yet thy friend,
And therefore will not hold thee long in doubt.
Thou must not think of her.

Pho. Not think of her!
Impossible.—She's ever present to mc,
My life, my soul! She animates my being,

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