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Our fruitful vales, and all the verdant wealth
Bum. What can we do?
Herb. Besides, you know what phrenzy fires their minds, Of their new faith, and drives them on to danger.
Eam. True;—they pretend the gates of Paradise, Stand ever open to receive the souls Of all, that die in fighting for their cause.
Pho. Then would I send their souls to Paradise,
Eum. No—let us first
Then if these hungry bloodhounds of the war
A Plain before the City. A Prospect of Tents at a Distance.
Enter Caled, Abudah, and Daran.
Dar. To treat, my chiefs!—What! are we mer-
Cal. Why, so am I—and but. to save the lives
Abu. Yet, Daran's loth to trust that heaven for pay; This earth, it seems, has gifts that please him more.
Cal. Check not his zeal, Abudah.
Abu. No; I praise it.
That we were sent to fight, 'tis true; but wherefore?
Enter Eumenes, Herbis, and Artamon.
Cal. Well, christians; we are met—arid war awhile,
Eum. We come to know,
Herb. Or rather to know first—for yet we know
Cal. Is that a question now? you had our summons, When first we march'd against you, to surrender. Two moons have wasted since, and now the third Is in its wane. Tis true, drawn off a while, At Aiznadin we met and fought the powers Sent by your emperor to raise our siege. Vainly you thought us gone; we gain'd a conquest. You see we are return'd; our hearts, our cause, Our swords the same.
Herb. But why those swords were drawn,
Eum. Speak your wrongs,
Abu. Then, christians, hear!
Our swords were drawn: for such is Heaven's com-
Eum. Now, in the name of Heaven, what faith is
Herb. Bold, frontless men! that impudently dare To blend religion with the worst of crimes! And sacrilegiously usurp that name, To cover fraud, and justify oppression!
Eum. Where are your priests? What doctors of your law Have you e'er sent t' instruct us in its precepts? To solve our doubts, and satisfy our reason, And kindly lead us, through the wilds of error, To these new tracts of truth—This would be friendship, And well might claim our thanks.
Cal. Friendship like this With scorn had been receiv'd: your numerous vices, Your clashing sects, your mutual rage and strife, Have driven religion, and her angel guards, Like outcasts from among you. In her stead, Usurping superstition bears the sway, And reigns in mimic state, 'midst idol shows, And pageantry of power. Who does not mark Your lives, rebellious to your own great prophet, Who mildly taught you?—Therefore Mahomet Has brought the sword, to govern you by force. Eum. O, solemn truths! though from an impious tongue! [Aside.
That we're unworthy of our holy faith,
To Heaven, with grief and conscious shame, we own.
But what are you, that thus arraign our vices,
And consecrate your own?
Are you not sons of rapine, foes to peace,
Base robbers, murderers
Cal. Christians, no—
Eum. Then say, Why have you ravag'd all our peaceful borders t Plunder'd our towns? and by what claim e'en now, You tread this ground i
Herb. What claim, but that of hunger? The claim of ravenous wolves, that leave their dens To prowl at midnight round some sleeping village, Or watch the shepherd's folded flock for prey?
Cal. Blasphemer, know, your fields and towns are ours; Our prophet has bestow'd them on the faithful, And Heaven itself has ratify'd the grant.
Eum. Oh! now indeed you boast a noble title!
Cal. Was it for this you sent to ask a parley,
Eum. No—Should we grant you aid, we must be rebels; And tribute is the slavish badge of conquest. Yet since, on just and honourable terms, We ask but for our own—Ten silken vests, c