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I fear thou wilt: indeed I have done that,

I could have wish'd t' avoid but for a cause

So lovely, so belovM

End. What dost thou mean? I'll not indulge a thought that thou couldst do One act unworthy of thyself, thy honour, And that firm zeal against these foes of Heaven: Thou couldst not save thy life, by means inglorious. Pho. Alas, thou know'st me not—I'm man, frail man, To error born ; and who, that's man, is perfect. To save my life ! O no, well was it risk'd For thee ! had it been lost, 'twere not too much, And thou art safe:—O what wouldst thou have

said, If I had risk'd my soul to saveEudocia! Eud. Ha! speak—Oh no, be dumb—it cannot be! And yet thy looks are chang'd, thy lips grow pale.

Why dost thou shake? Alas! I tremble too!

Thou couldst not, hast not sworn to Mahomet?
Pho. No—I should first have dy'd—nay, given up

Eud. O Phocyas! was it well to try me thus i
And yet another deadly fear succeeds!
How came these wretches hither ? Who reviv'd
Their fainting arms to unexpected triumph?
For while thou fought'st, and fought'st the christian

cause, These batter'd walls were rocks impregnable, Their towers of adamant. But, O, I fear

Some act of thine

Pho. No more—I'll tell thee all; I found the wakeful foe in midnight council, Resolv'd ere day to make a fresh attack, Keen for revenge, and hungry after slaughter— Could my rack'd soul bear that, and think of thee i


Nay, think of thee expos'd a helpless prey
To some fierce ruffian's violating arms!
O, had the world been mine in that extreme,
I should have given whole provinces away,
Nay, all—and thought it little for my ransome!
Eud. For this then—Oh, thou hast betray'd the
Distrustful of the righteous powers abov e,
That still protect the chaste and innocent:
And to avert a feign'd, uncertain danger,
Thou hast brought certain ruin on thy country!

Pho. No, the sword,
Which threaten'd to have fill'd the streets with blood,
I sheath'd in peace ; thy father, thou, and all
The citizens are safe, uncaptiv'd, free.

Eud. Safe! free! O no life, freedom, every
Turns to a curse, if sought by wicked means!
Yet sure it cannot be! are these the terms
On which we meet ?—No, we can never meet
On terms like these ; the hand of death itself
Could not have torn us from each other's arms,
Like this dire act!
But, alas!

'Tis thou hast blasted all my joys for ever,
And cut down hope, like a poor, short-lived flower,
Never to grow again!

Pho. Cruel Eudocia!
If in my heart's dear anguish I've been forc'd

A while from what I was dost tkou reject me?

Think of the cause

Eud. The cause! there is no cause— Not universal nature could afford A cause for this. What were dominion, pomp, The wealth of nations, nay, of all the world, If weigh'd with faith unspotted, heavenly truth, Thoughts free from guilt, the empire of the mind, And all the triumpthof a godlike breast, Firm aHd unmov'd in the great cause of virtue?

Pho. No more thou waken'st in my tortur'd

heart The cruel, conscious, worm, that stings to madness! Oh, I'm undone! I know it, and can bear To be' undone for thee, but not to lose thee.

Eud. Poor wretch !—I pity thee !—but art thou
The man I lov'd ?——I could have dy'd with thee
Ere thou didst this; then we had gone together,
A glorious pair, and soar'd above the stars,
But never, never

Will I be made the curst reward of treason,
To seal thy doom, to bind a hellish league,
And to ensure thy everlasting woe.

Pho. What league ?—'tis ended—I renounce it—

thus [Kneels,

I bend to Heaven and thee O thou divine,

Thou matchless image of all perfect goodness!
Do thou but pity yet the wretched Phocyas,
Heaven will relent, and all may yet be well.

Eud. No —we must part.

Then do not think

Thy loss in me is worth one drooping tear:
But if thou wouldst be reconcil'd to Heaven,
First sacrifice to Heaven that fatal passion,
Which caus'd thy fall; forget the lost Eudocia.
Canst thou forget her ?—Oh ! the killing torture,
To think'twas love, excess of love, divore'd us!

Farewell for still I cannot speak that word,

These tears speak for me—O farewell [Exit.

Pho. [Racing.] For ever! Return, return and speak it; say, for ever 1 She's gone—and now she joins the fugitives. O hear, all gracious Heaven ! wilt thou at once Forgive, and, O, inspire me to some act This day, that may in part redeem what's past '. Prosper this day, or let it be my last. [Exit. ACT THE FIFTH.


An open place in the City.

Enter Caled and Daran meeting.

Caled. Soldier, what news? thou look'st as thou wert angry.

Dor. And,durst I say it, so, my chief, lam;
I've spoken—If it offends, my head is thine,
Take it,and I am silent.

Cal. No, say on.
I know thee honest, and perhaps I guess
What knits thy brews in frowns

Dar. Is this, my leader,
A conquer'd city ?—View yon vale of palms:
Behold the vanquish'd christian triumph still,
Rich in his flight, and mocks thy barren war.

Cal. The vale of palms!

Dar. Beyond those hills, the place Where they agreed this day to meet and halt, To gather all their forces; there disguis'd, Just now I'veview'd their camp—O, I could curse My eyes for what they've seen.

Cal. What hast thou seen?

Dar. Why, all Damascus :—All its souls, its life, Its heart blood, all its treasure, piles of plate, Crosses enrich'd with gems, arras and silks,

And vests of gold, unfolded to the sun,
That rival all his lustre!

Cal. How!

Dar. Tis true.
The bees are wisely bearing off their honey,
And soon the empty hive will be our own.

Cal. So forward too ! Curse on this foolish treaty!

Dar. Forward it looks as if they had been fore

warn'd. By Mahomet, the land wears not the face Of war, but trade ! and thou wouldst swear its merchants Were sending forth their loaded caravans To all the neighb'ring countries.

Cal. Dogs ! infidels ! 'tis more than was allow'd!

Dar. And shall we not pursue them—Robbers! thieves! That steal away themselves, and all they're worth, And wrong the valiant soldier of his due?

Cal. [Aside.] The caliph shall know this—he shall. Abudah, This is thy coward bargain—I renounce it, Daran, we'll stop their march, and search.

Dar. And strip—

Cal. And kill. v

Dar. That's well. And yet I fear Abudah's christian friend

Cal. If possible,
He should not know of this. No, nor Abudah:
By the seven heavens, his soul's a christian too!
And 'tis by kindred instinct he thus saves
Their cursed lives, and taints our cause with mercy.

Dar. I knew my general would not suffer this,
Therefore I've troops prepar'd without the gate;
Just mounted for pursuit. Our Arab horse
Will in few minutes reach the place; yet still
I must repeat my doubts—that devil Phocyas

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