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And kindles up my thoughts to worthy actions.
And why, Eumenes, why not think of her?
Is not my rank

Eum. Forbear What need a herald,

To tell me who thou art ?—Yet once again
Since thou wilt force me to a repetition,
I say, thou must not think of her.
My choice has destin'd her to Eutyches?

Pho. And has she then consented to that choice?

Eum. Has she consented !—What is her consent r Is she not mine?

Pho. She is—and, in that title, Even kings with envy may behold thy wealth, And think their kingdoms poor! and yet, Eumenes, Shall she, by being thine, be barr'd a privilege Which even the meanest of her sex may claim? Thou wilt not force her?

Eum. Who has told thee so?
I'd force her to be happy.

Pho. That thou canst not.
What happiness subsists in loss of freedom?

Eum. Tis well, young man—Why then, 111 learn
from thee
To be a very tame, obedient father.
Thou hast already taught my child her duty.
I find the source of all her disobedience,
Her hate of me, her scorn of Eutyches;
Was this the spring of thy romantic bravery,
Thy boastful merit, thy officious service?

Pho. It was—with pride I own it—'twas Eudocia. I have serv'd thee in serving her, thou know'st it; Why wilt thou force me thus to be a braggart, And tell thee that which thou shouldst tell thyself i It grates my soul—I am not wont to talk thus.

But I recall my words 1 have done nothing,

And would disclaim all merit, but my love.

Eurn.O no—say on, thatthou hast sav'd Damascus; Is it not so? Look o'er her battlements,

See if the flying foe have left their camp!

Why are our gates yet clos'd, if thou hast freed us?

Tis true, thou'st fought a skirmish What of

Had Eutyches been present

Pho. Eutyches!
Why wilt thou urge my temper with that trifler?
O let him come! that in yon spacious plain
We may together charge the thickest ranks,
Rush on to battle, wounds, and glorious death,
And prove who 'twas that best deserv'd Eudocia.

Eum. That will be seen ere long—But, since I
Thou arrogantly wouldst usurp dominion,
Believ'st thyself the guardian genius here,
And that our fortunes hang upon thy sword;
Be that first try'd—for know, that from this moment,
Thou here hast no command—Farewell !—So stay,
Or hence, and join the foe—thou hast thy choice.

[Exit Eumenes.

Pho. Spurn'd and degraded !—Proud, ungrateful man! Am I a bubble then, blown up by thee, And toss'd into the air, to make thee sport?

Hence to the foe ! Tis well Eudocia,

Oh, I will see thee, thou wrong'd excellence!
But how to speak thy wrongs, or my disgrace—
Impossible ! Oh rather let me walk,
Like a dumb ghost, and burst my heart in silence.



The Garden.

Enter Eudocia.

Eud. Why must we meet by stealth, like guilty lovers?

But 'twill not long be so What joy 'twill be

To own my hero in his ripen'd honours,
And hear applauding crowds pronounce me blest!
Sure he'll be here—See the fair rising moon,
Ere day's remaining twilight scarce is spent,
Hangs up her ready lamp, and with mild lustre
Drives back the hovering shade ! Come, Phocyas,

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 Speak.

Pho. I am'indeed a shadow—I am nothing

Eud. What dost thou mean ? For now I know thee

Phocyas. Pho. And never can be thine! It will have vent—O barbarous, curst—but hold—

I had forgot It was Eudocia's father!

O, could I too forget how he has us'd me!

Eud. I fear to ask thee

Pho. Dost thou fear ?—^Alas, Then thou wilt pity me—O generous maid! Thou hast charm'd down the rage that swell'd my heart,

And chok'd my voice nowl can speak to thee.

And yet 'tis worse than death, what I have suffer'd;
It is the death of honour !—Yet that's little;
Tis more, Eudocia, 'tis the loss of thee!

Eud. Hast thou not conquer'd—What are all these?
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; But not tome? Eudocia, I am come To take a last farewell of thee for ever. Eud..A last farewell!

Pho. Yes; How wilt thou hereafter

Look on a wretch despis'd,revil'd, cashier'd,
Stript of command, like a base, beaten coward?

Thy cruel father 1 have told too much;

I should not but for this have felt the wounds
I got in fight for him—now, now they bleed!
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 too.
For is it not for me thou hast borne this?
What else could be thy crime? Wert thou a traitor,

Hadst thou betray'd us, sold us to the foe

Pho. Would I be yet a traitor, I have leave;
Nay, I am dar'd to it, with mocking scorn.
My crime indeed was asking thee ; that only
Has cancell'd 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!

End. Hold—let me think a while

[IFalks aside. Tho' my heart bleed,

I would not have him see these dropping tears—
And wilt thou go, then,Phocyas i

Pho. To my grave;
Where can I bury else this foul disgrace?

Eud. Art thou sure
Thou hast been us'd thus ? art thou quite undone?

Pho. Yes, very sure What dost thou mean?

Eud. That then, it is a time for me—O, Heaven! that I Alone am grateful to this wondrous man! To own thee, Phocyas, thus—[Giving her Hand.] nay,

glory in thee, And show, without a blush, how much I love. We must not part

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 bearmy wrongs,
Till I have weary'd out thy father's scorn:
Yet I have worse to tell thee—Eutyches •

Eud. 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 rack'd my

brain, Even to distraction !—vows thee to his bed; Nay, threaten'd force, if thou refuse obedience.

Eud. Force! threaten'd force !—my father

where is nature I Is that, too, banish'd from his heart!—O then

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