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Enter Piiocyas.

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,
(And shall I leave him ?) whom we both have wrong'd,
And yet, alas!

For this last act how would I thank thee, Phocyas!—''
I've nothing now but prayers and tears to give,
Cold, fruitless thanks!—But'tis some comfort yet,
That fate allows this short reprieve, that thus
We may behold each other, and once more

May mourn our woes, ere yet again we part

Pho. For ever!
Tis then resolv'd—It was thy cruel sentence,
And I am here to execute that doom.
Eud. What dost thou mean?

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
To look upon a wretch accurst, cast off
By Heaven and thee—

Eud. Forbear,
O cruel man! Why wilt thou rack me thus?
Didst thou not mark—thou didst, when last we

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
That I can e'er forget thee?

Pho. [Rising.] Have a care!
I'll not be rtur'd more with thy false pity!
No, I renounce it. See, I am prepar'd.

[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,

It will pursue and haunt thee still; even there,
Perhaps, in forms more frightful.
How wilt thou curse thy rashness then! How start,
And shudder, and shrink back! yet how avoid
To put on thy new being?

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?
Or what will fate do with me?

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.
Still thou art silent!
Hear then this last,.

This only prayer!—Heaven will consent to this.
Let me but follow thee, where'er thou go'st,
But see thee, hear thy voice ; be thou my angel,
To guide and govern my returning steps,
Till long contrition, and unweary'd duty,
Shall expiate my guilt.

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-
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.

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!
False to thy first and to thy latter vows!

Pho. That's well—go on—'I swear I thank thee.
Speak it again, and strike it thro' my ear!
A villain ; Yes, thou mad'st me so, thou devil!
And mind'st me now what to demand from thee.
Give, give me back my former self, my honour,
My country's fair esteem, my friends, my all—

Thou canst not—O thou robber! Give me then

Revenge or death! The last I well deserve,
That yielded up my soul's best wealth to thee,
For which accurst be thou, and curst thy prophet!

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

False Mahomet!

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.
Then thus has Heaven chastis'd us in thy fall,
And thee for violated faith! Farewell,
Thou great, but cruel man!

Eurn. This thirst of blood
In his own blood is quench'd.

Abu. Bear hence his clay
Back to Damascus. Cast a mantle first
O'er this sad sight : so should we hide his faults—
Now hear, ye servants of the prophet, hear!
A greater death than this demands your tears,
For know, your lord the caliph is no more!
Good Abubeker has breath'd out his spirit
To him that gave it. Yet your Caliph lives,
Lives now in Omar. See, behold his signet,
Appointing me, such is his will, to lead
His faithful armies warring here in Syria.
Alas !—foreknowledge sure of this event
Guided his choice! Obey me, then, your chief.
For you, O christians! know, with speed I came,
On the first notice of this foul design,
Or to prevent it, or repair your wrongs.

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