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Pho. Villain, thou liest! take that
To loose thy hold
[Pushing at him with his Spear.—He falls. Eudocia!
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,
For this last act how would I thank thee, Phocyas!—''
May mourn our woes, ere yet again we part
Pho. For ever!
Pho. [Kneeling.'] Thus at thy feet
Eud. O, rise!
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 ihy eyes can bear
parted, The pangs, the strugglings of my suffering soul; That nothing but the hand of Heaven itself
Could ever drive me from thee! Dost thou now
Reproach me thus? or canst thou have a thought
Pho. [Rising.] Have a care!
[Showing a Dagger.
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,
It will pursue and haunt thee still; even there,
Pho. I thank thee!
For now I'm quite undone 1 gave up all
For thee before, but this ; this bosom friend,
My last reserve—There
[Throws away the Dagger. Tell me now, Eudocia, Cut off from hope, deny'd the food of life,
And yet forbid to die, what am I now?
Eud. Oh [Turns away, weeping.
Pho. Thou weep'st! Canst thou shed tears, and yet not melt to mercy r O say, ere yet returning madness seize me, Is there in all futurity no prospect, No distant comfort F
[Here they both continue silent for some time.
This only prayer!—Heaven will consent to this.
End. No more This shakes
My firmest thoughts, and if [A Cry is heard.
What shrieks of death!
I fear a treacherous foe—have now
Begun a fatal harvest! Haste,
Prevent—O wouldst thou see me more with com-
Col. [Entering.] So—Slaughter, do thy work! These hands look well. [Looking on his Hands.
Phocyas! Thou'rt met—But whether thou art here
[Comes forward. A friend or foe I know not ; if a friend, Which is Eumenes' tent?
Pho. Hold, pass no further.
Col. Say'st thou, not pass?
Pho. No—on thy life no further.
Cal. What, dost thou frown too !—sure thou know'st me not!
Pho. Not know thee! Yes, too well I know thee
now, O murd'rous fiend ! Why all this waste of blood? Didst thou not promise—
Cal. Promise !—Insolence!
'Tis well, 'tis well for now I know thee too.
Perfidious, mongrel slave! Thou double traitor!
Pho. That's well—go on—'I swear I thank thee.
Thou canst not—O thou robber! Give me then
Revenge or death! The last I well deserve,
Cal. Hear'st thou this, Mahomet? Blaspheming
mouth; For this thou soon shalt chew the bitter fruit Of Zacon's tree, the food of fiends below.
Go speed thee thither
Pushing at him with his Lance, which Phocyas puts by, and kills him.
Pho. Go thou first thyself.
Cal. [Falling.] O dog ! thou gnaw'st my heart 1
Is this then my reward O [Dies.
Pho. Thanks to the gods, I have reveng'd my country! [Exit Phocyas.
Several Parties of Christtaissand Saracens^kws oner the further end of the Stage,f,ghting. The former are beaten. At last Eumenes rallies thern, and makes a stand, then,
Enter Abuoah, attended.
Abu. Forbear, forbear, and sheath the bloody sword,
Eum. Abudah! is this well?
Abu. No 1 must own
You've cause. O mussulmans, look here! Be
hold, Where like a broken spear, your arm of war Is thrown to earth!
Eum. Ha !Caled?
Abu. Dumb and breathless.
Eurn. This thirst of blood
Abu. Bear hence his clay