Eud. O, say not so! You have lost nothing; no--you have preserv'd, To Heaven and to your country. Eum. Heroic maid! Thy words are balsam to my griefs. Eudocia, Eud. If you talk thus, you have not yet forgiven me. Eum. Forgiven thee!-Why, for thee it is, thee only, I think, Heaven yet may look with pity on us; Yet, were he here, we'd ask him pardon too. Enter an OFFICER. Offi. Where is Eumenes? Eum. What means thy breathless haste? For, as I kept my watch, I spy'd afar Thick clouds of dust, and, on a nearer view, Moving this way. I saw them wind the hill, Herb. I saw them too, Where the roads meet on t'other side these hills, Eum. If they are christian Arabs, They come as friends; if other, we're secure Till I return. I'll to the guard myself. Soldier, lead on the way. [Exit EUDOCIA. Enter another OFFICER. 2 Offi. Arm! arm! we're ruin'd! The foe is in the camp. Eum. So soon! 2 Ofi. They've quitted Their horses, and with sword in hand have forc'd Sure Caled knows not of this treachery! Come on--we can fight still. We'll make them know What 'tis to urge the wretched to despair. [Exeunt. Enter DARAN. Dar. Let the fools fight at distance-Here's the harvest. Reap, reap, my countrymen!-Ay, there-first clear Those further tents- [Looking between the Tents. What's here? a woman!-fair She seems, and well attir'd !-It shall be so. I'll strip her first, and then [Exit, and returns with EUDOCIA. Eud. [Struggling.] Mercy! O, spare me! spare me! Heaven, hear my cries! Dar. Woman, thy cries are vain : No help is near. Enter PHOCYAS. Pho. Villain, thou liest! take that To loose thy hold Eudocia ! [Pushing at him with his Spear. He falls. Eud. Phocyas!-O, astonishment! Then is it thus that Heaven has heard my prayers! I tremble still-and scarce have power to ask thee How thou art here, or whence this sudden outrage? Pho. Sure every angel watches o'er thy safety! Thou seest 'tis death t'approach thee without awe, And barbarism itself cannot profane thee. Eud. Whence are these alarms? Pho. Some stores remov'd, and not allow'd by treaty, Have drawn the Saracens to make a search. Perhaps 'twill quickly be agreed-But, Oh! Thou know'st, Eudocia, I'm a banish'd man, And 'tis a crime I'm here once more before thee; Else, might I speak, 'twere better for the present, If thou wouldst leave this place. Eud. No-I have a father, (And shall I leave him?) whom we both have wrong'd, And yet, alas! For this last act how would I thank thee, Phocyas!- "Tis then resolv'd-It was thy cruel sentence, Eud. What dost thou mean? Pho. [Kneeling.] Thus at thy feet- Pho. Never-No, here I'll lay my burden down ; I've try'd its weight, nor can support it longer. Take thy last look; if yet thy eyes can bear Eud. Forbear, O cruel man! Why wilt thou rack me thus? parted, The pangs, the strugglings of my suffering soul; -Dost thou now Reproach me thus ? or canst thou have a thought Pho. [Rising.] Have a care! I'll not be rtur'd more with thy false pity! [Showing a Dagger. Thy cruelty is mercy now-Farewell! And death is now but a release from torment ! Eud. Hold-Stay thee yet!-O madness of despair! And wouldst thou die? Think, ere thou leap'st the gulf, When thou hast trod that dark, that unknown, way, Canst thou return? What if the change prove worse! O think if then Pho. No-thought's my deadliest foe; And therefore to the grave I'd fly to shun it! Eud. O fatal error -Like a restless ghost, How wilt thou curse thy rashness then! How start, Pho. I thank thee ! For now I'm quite undone -I gave up all For thee before, but this; this bosom friend, My last reserve-There Tell me now, Eudocia, [Throws away the Dagger. Cut off from hope, deny'd the food of life, And yet forbid to die, what am I now ? Eud. Oh Pho. Thou weep'st! [Turns away, weeping. Canst thou shed tears, and yet not melt to mercy Is there in all futurity no prospect, No distant comfort? ? [Here they both continue silent for some time. Still thou art silent! This only prayer!-Heaven will consent to this. -This shakes Eud. No more- What shrieks of death! I fear a treacherous foe-have now Begun a fatal harvest ! -Haste, [A Cry is heard. Prevent-O wouldst thou see me more with com fort, Fly, save them, save the threaten'd lives of christians, My father and his friends !—I dare not stay Heaven be my guide, to shun this gathering ruin! [Exit EUDOCIA. Enter CALED. Cal. [Entering.] So-Slaughter, do thy work! These hands look well. [Looking on his Hands. [Comes forward. Phocyas! Thou'rt met-But whether thou art here A friend or foe I know not; if a friend, |