sult me

For her confederate nations fought, and kings , Begone! I know thee not! Thon fell barbarian! were slain,

What had he done? What could provoke thy Troy was o’erthrown, and a whole empire fell.

My eyes want force to raise a lover's arm, To assassinate so great, so brave a man?
Against a tyrant that has dared to wrong me! Who set thee on?
Cleo. Madam, like Helen, trust your cause to Orest. Oh, grant me patience, Heaven !

With your own lips did you not curse the tyrant, Her. No; I'll avenge myself ! I'll to the tem- Pronounce his death, and urge me to destroy ple!

him Yll overturn the altar, stab the priest !

Her. What if, transported by my boundless I'll hurl destruction, like a whirlwind, round me!

passion, They must not wed! they must not live! they I could not bear to see him wed another, shall not !

Were you to obey a jealous woman's frenzy? Let me be gone! I have no time to lose ! You should have dived into my inmost thoughts : Stand off! hold me not! I am all distraction! My heart, though full of rage, was free from maOh, Pyrrhus! Tyrant! Traitor! Thou shalt bleed!

And all my anger was excess of love.

Why did you take me at my word! You saw Orest. Madam, 'tis done; your orders are The struggles of my soul; you heard me rave; obeyed :

You should have questioned me a thousand times, The tyrant lies expiring at the altar.

Yet still have doubted, and still questioned on, Her. Is Pyrrhus slain?

Before you ventured on a life so precious. Orest. Even now he gasps in death :

Orest. Hear me but speak : Heaven knows, Our Greeks, all undistinguished in the crowd,

against my will Flocked to the temple, and dispersed themselves Her. Why did you not return? Why not conOn every side the altar. I was there; Pyrrhus observed me with a haughty eye, A second time? And, undetermined still, And, proud to triumph over Greece in me, Again return, and still find new delays? From his own brows he took the diadem, What had your rash officious Greeks, dire bloodAnd bound it on the temples of his captive;

Receive, said he, my crown; receive my faith; To do with my revenge? What drew you hither?
Mine and my people's sovereign reign for ever. To bring on me the vengeful woes that haunt
From this blest hour, a father to your son,

I'll scourge his foes; henceforward be he styled Are these the fruits of your detested love?
The Trojan king; I swear it at the altar, Your fatal embassy, your hateful presence,
And call the gods to ratify my vows.

Drove Pyrrhus to my rival; and destroys
His subjects, with loud acclamations, shook Both him and me. He might have loved me still,
The spacious dome. Our Greeks, enraged, cried Had you ne'er interposed - Avaunt! Begone!

And leave me in Epirus. I renounce Revenge! revenge! broke through the thronging My friends, my country, Greece, and all manpress,

kind : And rashed, tumultuous, on the unguarded king; But chiefly I renounce thee! monster, thee ! Their eager fury left no work for me.

[Erit. Pyrrhus awhile opposed their clashing swords,

Orest. Am I awake? Where am I? Soft, my And dealt his fatal blows, on ev'ry side,

soul; With manly firmness; till, opprest by numbers, Be not too rash. -Was that Hermione? Streaming with blood, all over gashed with Why should her anger thunder against me? wounds,

Was not this blood shed all by her command?He reeled, he groaned, and at the altar fell. I am, indeed, a most outrageous monster! -Haste, madam; let us fly! Haste to our ships ! A ruffian, murderer, a base assassin ! They lie unmoored : our friends attend us there. And all to please a false, ungrateful woman. Her. What have they done!

Henceforward let the laws of nations cease; Orest. Madam, forgive their rage.

And let the pale, that severs right and wrong, I own your vengeance had been more complete, Things sacred and profane, be broken down; Had Pyrrhus fallen by me, and had be known Gods in their temples, kings upon their thrones, Hermione chastised him by my arm.

Are not in safety, while Orestes lives! Her. Peace, monster! peace! Go tell thy hor- Oh! never more shall my torn mind be healed, rid tale

Nor taste the gentle comfort of repose! To savages, and howl it in the desert.

A dreadful band of gloomy cares surround me, Wouldst thou impute to me thy barbarous guilt? And lay strong siege to my distracted soul ! Me wouldst thou make the accomplice of thy crimes ?

Enter Pylades, attended by Greeks. Hence to thy Greeks, and boast thy foul ex- Pyl. Haste, prince; let us be gone : 'tis death

ploits ! My soul abhor; them! I disclaim the deed ! Andromache reigns queep : she gives the alarm,

to stay


temple ;

And vows revenge upon the foes of Pyrrhus. Orest. This is most kind, my Pylades-
The people arm and muster in the streets :

why, Our Greeks will not be able long to guard Why was I born to give thee endless trouble? The palace gates, and to secure our flight.

Pyl. All will go well; he settles into reason, We must be speedy, sir.

Orest. Who talks of reason ? Better to har: Orest. You may depart,

none, My friends-Hermione and I remain

Than not enough.—-Run, some one, tell me Her cruelty has quite undone me ! -Go,

Greeks, And leave me to myself—I'll find her out. I will not have them touch the king. Now

Pyl. Alas, unhappy princess ! she's no more; Forget her, sir, and save yourself with us. I blaze again! See there! Look where they com;

Orest. Hermione no more!-Oh, all ye powers! A shoal of furies—How they swarm about me!

Pyl. Full of disorder, wildness in her looks, My terror! Hide me! Oh, their snakey locks ! With hands expanded, and dishevelled hair, Hark, how they hiss! See, see, their flaming Breathless and pale, with shrieks she sought the


Now they let drive full at me! How they grin, In the mid-way she met the corpse of Pyrrhus ; And shake their iron whips! My ears! What She started at the sight; then, stiff with horror,

yelling! Gazed frightful : waking from the dire amaze, And see, Hermione! She sets them onShe raised her eyes to heaven with such a look, Thrust not your scorpions thus into my bosom! As spoke her sorrows, and reproached the gods: Oh! I am stung to death! Dispatch me soon! Then plunged a poniard deep within her breast, There-take my heart, Hermione! Tear it out! And fell on Pyrrhus, grasping him in death. Disjoint me! kill me!-Oh, my tortured soul! Orest. I thank you, gods—I never could ex- Pyl. Kind Heaven restore him to his wonted pect

calm ! To be so wretched-You have been industrious Oft have I seen him rave, but never thus : To finish your decrees; to make Orestes Quite spent! Assist me, friends, to bear him off'; A dreadful instance of your power to punish. Õur time is short: should his strong rage return, I'm singled out to bear the wrath of Heaven. 'Twould be beyond our power to force him Pyl. You hazard your retreat by these delays.

hence. The guards will soon beset us. Your complaints Away, my friends! I hear the portal open. Are vain, and may be fatal.

(Ereunt. Orest. True, my

friend : And therefore 'twas I thanked the bounteous

Enter PIENIX, attended by Guards. gods.

Phæn. All, all are fled! Orestes is not here! My fate's accomplished—I shall die content, Triumphant villains (The base, giddy rabble, Oh, bear me hence-blow, winds !

Whose hands should all have been employed with Pyl. Let us be gone.

fire, Orest. The murdered lovers wait me-Hark, To waste the fleet, flocked round the dying printhey call !

cess; Nay, if your blood still reeks, I'll mingle mine! And, while they stand agaze, the Greeks embark. One tomb will hold us all.

Oh, 'tis too plain !-this sacrilegious murder Hyl. Alas! I fear

Was authorised.—The ambassador's escape His ravings will return with his misfortunes. Declares his guilt. —Most bloody embassy! Orest. I am dizzy!--Clouds - Quite lost in Most unexampled deed!-Where, where, yegods, utter darkness.

Is majesty secure, if in your temples Guide me, some friendly pilot, through the storm. You give it no protection !-See, the queen. I shiver! Oh, I freeze !--So;-Light returns ;

(A flourish of trumpets. 'Tis the grey dawn !-See, Pylades-Behold! I am encompassed with a sea of blood !

Enter ANDROMACHE and CEPHISA. The crimson billows -Oh, my brain's on fire! Andr. Yes, ye inhuman Greeks! the time will

Pyl. How is it, sir ?—Repose yourself on me. Orest. Pyrrhus, stand off!- Why wouldst When you shall dearly pay your bloody deeds! thou ?-How he glares !

How should the Trojans hope for mercy from What envious hand has closed thy wounds

you, Have at thee.

When thus you turn yonr impious rage on PyrIt is Hermione that strikes- -Confusion !

rhus; She catches Pyrrhus in her arms.- -Oh, save Pyrrhus, the bravest man in all your league ; me!

The man whose single valour made you triumph? How terrible she looks! She knits her brow!

[A dead inarch behind She frowns me dead ! She frights me into mad- Is my child there?

ness! Where am I? -Who are you?

Ceph. It is the corpse of Pyrrhus.

The weeping soldiers bear him on their shields. Pyl. Alas, poor prince !

Andr. Il-fated prince! too negligent of life, Help to support him.--How he pants for breath! And too unwary of the faithless Greeks!


Cut off in the fresh ripening prime of manhood,
Even in the pride of life; thy triumphs new,
And all thy glories in full blossom round thee!
The very Irojans would bewail thy fate.

Ceph. Alas, then, will your sorrows never end !
Andr. Oh, never, never !--While I live, my

Will never cease; for I was born to grieve.-
Give present orders for the funeral pomp:

(To Phenix.
Let him be robed in all his regal state;
Place round him every shining mark of honour:
And let the pile, that consecrates his ashes,
Rise like his fame, and blaze above the clouds.

(A flourish of trumpets. Ceph That sound proclaims the arrival of the


•The guards conduct him from the citadel.
Andr. With open arms I'll meet him!-Ohy

Cephisa !
A springing joy, mixt with a soft concern,
A pleasure which no language can express,
An extacy that mothers only feel,
Plays round my heart, and brightens up my sor-

Like gleams of sunshine in a lowering sky.

Though plunged in ills, and exercised in care,
Yet never let the noble mind despair:
When prest by dangers, and beset with foes,
The gods their timely succour interpose;
And when our virtue sinks, o'erwhelmed with

By unforeseen expedients bring relief.

(Exeunt omnes.



I hope you'll own, that, with becoming art, I might have took one night-to think upon it. I've play'd my game, and topp'd the widow's But why, you'll say, was all this grief exprest part.

For a first husband, laid long since at rest? My spouse, poor man, could not live out the Why so much coldness to my kind protector? play,

-Ah, ladies ! had you known the good man But died commodiously on his wedding-day ;

Hector! While I, his relict, made, at one bold Aing, Homer will tell you, (or I'm misinform’d,) Myself a princess, and young Sty a king, That when, enrag'd, the Grecian camp he storm’d,

You, ladies, who protract a lover's pain, To break the tenfold barriers of the gate, And hear your servants sigh whole years in vain, He threw a stone of such prodigious weight Which of you all would not on marriage ven- As no two men could lift, not even those ture,

Who in that age of thund'ring mortals rose; Might she so soon upon her jointure enter ? It would have strain'd a dozen modern beaux. 'Twas a strange 'scape ! Had Pyrrhus liv'd till At length, howe'er, I laid my weeds aside, now,

And sunk the widow in the well-dress'd bride : I had been finely hamper'd in my vow.

In you it still remains to grace the play, To die by one's own hand, and Ăy the charms And bless with joy my coronation day; Of love and life in a young monarch's arms ! Take, then, ye circles of the brave and fair, 'Twere a hard fate----ere I had undergone it, The fatherless and widow to your care!






OPT has the Muse here tried her magic arts, By faction weaken'd, and disunion broke,
To raise your fancies, and engage your hearts. Degenerate provinces admit the yoke;
When o'er this little spot she shakes her wand, Nor stopp'd their progress, till, resistless growth,
Towns, cities, nations, rise at her command, Th' enthusiasts made Asia's world their own.
And armies march obedient to her call,

Britons, be warn’d; let e'en your pleasures bere
New states are form’d, and ancient empires fall. Convey some moral to th' attentive ear.
To vary your instruction and delight,

Beware, lest blessings long possest displease; Past ages roll

, renew'd, before your sight. Nor grow supine with liberty and ease. His awful form the Greek and Roman wears, Your country's glory be your constant aim, Wak'd from his slumber of two thousand years: Her safety all is yours_think your's her fame. And man's whole race, restor'd to joy and pain, Unite at home-forego intestine jars ; Act all their little greatness o'er again.

Then scorn the rumours of religious wars; No common woes to-night we set to view; Speak loud in thunder from your guarded shores, Important in the time, the story new.

And tell the continent the sea is your's. Our opening scenes shall to your sight disclose Speak on-and say, by war, you'll peace maintain, How spiritual dragooning first arose;

'Till brightest years, reservd for George's reign, Claims drawn from Heaven by a barbarian lord, Advance, and shine in their appointed round: And faith first propagated by the sword. Arts then shall flourish, plenteous joys abound, In rocky Araby this post began,

And, cheer'd by him, each loyal muse shall sings And swiftly o'er the neighbouring country ran : The happiest island, and the greatest king.



EUMENES, governor of Damascus.

CALED, general of the Saracen army. HERBIS, his friend, one of the chiefs of the city. ABUDAH, nert in command under Caled. PHOceas, a noble and valiant Syrian, privately DARAN, a wild Arabian, professing Mahometatis in love with Eudocia.

ism for the sake of the spoil. ARTAMON, an officer of the guards.


SERGIUS, an Express from the emperor Hera | RAPHARM, &c.} Saracen captains.


Officers, soldiers and attendants. WOMEN. EUDOCIA, daughter to Eumenes. Officers, soldiers, citizens and attendants. SCENE,- The City of Damascus, in Syria, and the Saracen Camp before it. And, in the best

Act, a Valley adjacent.



Eum. Brave Phocyas, thanks ! Mine and the Enter EUMENES, followed by a crowd of people.

people's thanks.

(People shout and cry, A Phocyas, &c. Eum. I'LL hear no more. Begone!

Yet, that we may not lose this breathing space, Or stop your clamorous mouths, that still are

Hang out the flag of truce. You, Artamon, open

Haste with a trumpet to the Arabian chiefs, To bawl sedition, and consume our corn. And let them know, that, hostages exchanged, If you will follow me, send home your women, And follow to the walls; there earn your safety,

I'd meet them now upon the eastern plain.

(Erit ARTAMON. As brave men should. Pity your wives and chil- Pho. What means Eumenes? dren!

Eum. Phocyas, I would try
Yes, I do pity them, Heaven knows I do,

By friendly treaty, if on terms of peace
Even more than you; nor will I yield them up, They will yet withdraw their powers.
Though at your own request, a prey to ruffians Pho. On terms of peace !
Herbis, what news?

What terms can you expect from bands of rob


What terms from slaves, but slavery? You Herb. News! we are betrayed, deserted;

know The works are but half-manned; the Saracens

These wretches fight not at the call of honour; Perceive it, and pour on such crowds, they blunt For injured rights, or birth, or jealous greatness, Our weapons, and have drained our stores of T'hat sets the princes of the world in arms. death.

Base-born, and starved amidst their stoney de What will you next?

serts, Eum. I have sent a fresh recruit; The valiant Phocyas leads them on--whose deeds Long have they viewed from far, with wishing

eyes, In early youth assert his noble race;

Our fruitful vales, our fig-trees, olives, vines, A more than common ardour seems to warm

Our cedars, palms, and all the verdant wealth His breast, as if he loved and courted danger.

That crowns fair Lebanon's aspiring brows. Herb. I fear 'twill be too late.

Here have the locusts pitched, nor will they leave Eum. (Aside.) I fear it too:

These tasted sweets, these blooming fields of And though I braved it to the trembling crowd,

plenty, I've caught the infection, and I dread the event.

For barren sands, and native poverty, Would I had treated-but 'tis now too late

Till driven away by force. Come, Herbis.


Eum, What can we do? (A noise is heard without, of officers giving Our people in despair, our soldiers harassed orders.

With daily toil, and constant nightly watch : 1st Offi. Help there! more help! all to the eastern gate!

Our hopes of succour from the emperor

Uncertain ; Eutyches not yet returned, 2d Off. Look where they cling aloft, like clus

That went to ask them; one brave army beaten; tered bees !

The Arabians numerous, cruel, Aushed with conHere, archers, ply your bows.

quest. ist Oth. Down with the ladders!

Herb. Besides, you know what frenzy fires What, will you let them mount?

their minds 2d Offi . Aloft there! give the signal, you that

Of their new faith, and drives them on to danwait

ger. In St Mark's tower.

Eum. True; they pretend the gates of Para1st Offi. Is the town asleep!

dise Ring out the alarum bell! [Bell rings, and the citizens run to and fro in Of all that die in fighting for their cause.

Stand ever open, to receive the souls confusion.

Pho. Then would I send their souls to Para (A great shout.


And give their bodies to our Syrian eagles. Enter HERBIS.

Our ebb of fortune is not yet so low Herb. Somthe tide turns; Phocyas has driven To leave us desperate. Aids may soon arrive ; it back.

Mean time, in spite of their late bold attack, The gate once more is ours.

The city still is ours; their forco repelled,

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