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And kindles up my thoughts to worthy actions.
Eum. Forbear What need a herald,
To tell me who thou art ?—Yet once again
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?
Pho. That thou canst not.
Eum. Tis well, young man—Why then, 111 learn
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
Eum. That will be seen ere long—But, since I
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!
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,
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;
Eud. Hast thou not conquer'd—What are all these?
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,
Thy cruel father 1 have told too much;
I should not but for this have felt the wounds
Eud. And can it be ?—Is this then thy reward?
Hadst thou betray'd us, sold us to the foe
Pho. Would I be yet a traitor, I have leave;
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—
Pho. To my grave;
Eud. Art thou sure
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!
Eud. Why wilt thou name him?
Pho. Now, even now, he's coming!
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