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And there illumin'd the great Mahomet,
Arabia's morning star, now shines on thee.
Arise, salute with joy the guest from heaven,
Follow her steps, and be no more a captive.

Pho. But whither must I follow ?—answer that.
Is she a guest from heaven? What marks divine,
What signs, what wonders, vouch her boasted mission?
Abu. What wonders!—turn thy eye to Mecca!
How far from Caaba first, that hallow'd temple,
Her glory dawn'd!—then look how swift its course,
As when the sun beams, shooting through a cloud,
. Drive o'er the meadow's face the flying shades!
Have not the nations bent before our swords,
Like ripen'd corn before the reaper's steel?
Why is all this? Why does success still wait
Upon our laws, if not to show, that Heaven
First sent it forth, and owns it still by conquest.

Pho. Dost thou ask why is this I—O, why indeed? Where is the man, can read Heaven's secret counsels ?— Why did I conquer in another cause,

Yet now am here

Abu. I'll tell thee—thy good angel Has seiz'd thy hand unseen, and snatch'd thee out From swift destruction; know, ere day shall dawn, Damascus will in blood lament its fall! We've heard what army is design'd to march Too late to save her. Now, e'en now, our force Is just preparing for a fresh assault. Now too thou might'st revenge thy wrongs—so Calcd Charg'd me to say, and more—that he invites thee; Thou know'st the terms—to share with him the conquest. Pho. Conquest ?—Revenge!—Hold, let me think— O, horror! Revenge! O, what revenge? Bleed on, my wounds, per thus to be reveng'd, were it not worse

Than all that I can suffer ?—But, Eudocia—
Where will she then—Shield her, ye pitying powers,
And let me die in peace!

Abu. Hear me once more,
Tis all I have to offer; mark me now!
Caled has sworn Eudocia shall be safe.

Pho. Ha! safe—but how! A wretched captive too!

Abu. He swears she shall be free, she shall be thine.

Pho. Then I am lost indeed

Abu. The time draws near, and I must quickly
leave thee;
But first reflect, that, in this fatal night,
Slaughter and rapine may be loos'd abroad,
And, while they roam with unextinguish'd rage,
Should she thou lov'st—(well may'st thou start)—be

Perhaps unknown, some barb'rous soldier's prey;
Should she then fall a sacrifice to lust—
Or brutal fury

Pho. Oh—this pulls my heart strings! [Falls. Earth open—save me, save me from that thought.

Abu. Nay, do not plunge thyself in black despair; Look up, poor wretch, thou art not shipwreck'd yet, Behold an anchor; am not I thy friend?

Pho. [Rising.] Ha! Who, what art thou?

[Raving. My friend? that's well; but, hold—are all friends

honest? What's to be done?—Hush, hark ! what voice is that?

Abu. There is no voice; 'tis yet the dead of night, The guards, without, keep silent watch around us.

Pho. Again—it calls—'tis she— O, lead me to her—

Abu. Thy passion mocks thee with imagin'd sounds.

Pho. Sure 'twas Eudocia's voice, cry'd out—Forbear, What shall I do ?—O, Heaven!

Abu. Heaven shows thee what.
Nay, now it is too late; see, Caled comes

With anger on his brow. Quickly withdraw

To the next tent, and there

Pho. [Rising.] What do I see? Damascus! conquest! ruin! rapes and murder! Villains!—Is there no more—O, save her, save her! [Exeunt Phocyas and Abudah.

Enter Caled and Daran.

Dar. Behold, on thy approach, they shift their

ground. Cal. Tis as thou say'st; he trifles with my mercy. Dar. Speak, shall I fetch his head? Cal. No, stay you here, I cannot spare thee yet. Raphan, go thou.

[To an Officer. But, hold—I've thought again—he shall not die. Go, tell him he shall live, till he has seen Damascus sink in flames; till he behold That slave, that woman idol he adores, Or given a prize to some brave mussulman, Or slain before his face; then if he sue For death as for a boon—perhaps we'll grant it.

[eoty'raphan. Dar. The captains wait thy orders. Cal. Are the troops Ready to march? Dar. They are.

Cal. Mourn, thou haughty city! The bow is bent, nor canst thou 'scape thy doom. Who turns his back henceforth, our prophet curso him! Dar. Butwho commands the trusty bands ofMecca? Thou know'st their leader fell in the last fight.

Cal. Tis true; thou, Daran, well deservs't that charge; / I've mark'd what a keen hatred, like my own, Dwells in thy breast against these christian dogs. Dar. Thou dost me right.

Cal. And therefore I'll reward it. Be that command now thine. And here—this sabre, Bless'd in the field by Mahomet himself, At Caabar's prosp'rous fight, shall aid thy arm.

Dar. Thanks, my good chief; with this I'll better thank thee. [Taking the Scimitar.

Cal. Myself will lead the troops of the black standard, And at the eastern gate begin the storm.

Dar. But why do we not move ? 'twill soon be day. Methinks I'm cold, and would grow warm with action. Cal. Then haste, and tell Abudah—O, thou'rt welcome!

Enter Abudah.

Thy charge awaits thee. Where's the stubborn captive?

Abu. Indeed he's brave. I left him for a moment In the next tent. He's scarcely yet himself.

Cal. But is he ours?

Abu. The threats of death are nothing;
Though thy last message shook his soul, as winds
On the bleak hills bend down some lofty pine;
Yet still he held his root, till I found means,
Abating somewhat of thy first demand,
If not to make him wholly ours, at least
To gain sufficient to our end.

Cal. Say how?

Abu. Oft he inclin'd, oft started back; at last, When just consenting, for a while he paus'd, Stood fix'd in thought, and lift his eyes to heaven; Then, as with fresh recovcr'd force, cry'd out.

Renounce my faith! Never 1 answer'd, No,

That now he should not do it.

Cal. How!

Abu. Yet hear,
For since I saw him now so lost in passion,
That must be left to his more temperate thoughts.

Mean time I urg'd, conjurd, at last constrain'd him,

By all he held most dear, nay, by the voice

Of Providence, that call'd him now to save,

With her he lov'd, perhaps the lives of thousands,

No longer to resist his better fate,

But join his arms in present action with us,

And swear he would be faithful.

Cal. What, no more?
Then he's a christian still!

Abu. Have patience yet:
For if by him we can surprise the city

Cal. Say'st thou?

Abu. Hear what's agreed; but on the terms
That ev'ry unresisting life be spar'd.
I shall command some chosen faithful bands,
Phocyas will guide us to the gate, from whence
He late escap'd, nor do we doubt but there
With ease to gain admittance.

Cal. This is something.

And yet I do not like this half ally

Is he not still a christian ?—But no matter—~-
Mean time I will attack the eastern gate;
Who first succeeds gives entrance to the rest.
Hear all!—Prepare ye now for boldest deeds,
And know, the prophet will reward your valour.
Think that we all to certain triumph move;
Who falls in fight yet meets the prize above.
There, in the gardens of eternal spring,
While birds of Paradise around you sing,
Each, with his blooming beauty by his side,
Shall drink rich wines, that in full rivers glide,
Breathe fragrant gales o'er fields of spice that blow,
And gather fruits immortal as they grow;
Ecstatic bliss shall your whole powers employ,
And ev'ry sense be lost in ev'ry joy. [Exeunt.

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