Enter EUMENES leading in PHOCYAS with an Arrow in his Breast. "Eum. Give me thy wound! O I could bear it for thee, "This goodness melts my heart. What, in a moment "Forgetting all thy wrongs, in kind embraces "T'exchange forgiveness thus ! "Pho. Moments are few, "And must not now be wasted. O, Eumenes, Eum. Look, look here, Eudocia ! [They advance." Behold a sight that calls for all our tears! Eud. Phocyas, and wounded!-O what cruel hand Pho. No, 't was a kind one docia ! For mine are tears of joy. Eud. Is 't possible? -Spare thy tears, Eu Pho. 'T is done the pow'rs supreme have heard my prayʼr, And prosper'd me with some fair deed this day. But first this random shaft had reach'd my breast. Eud. What shall I say to thee to give thee comfort? Whilst I Eud. Look down, look down, Ye pitying powers! and help his pious sorrow! Eum. 'Tis not too late, we hope, to give thee help. See! yonder is my tent: we 'll lead thee thither; Come, enter there, and let thy wound be dress'd. Perhaps it is not mortal. Pho. No not mortal! No flattery now. By all my hopes hereafter, A few short moments, till I have conjur'd you For my past errors, and defend my fame. For know-soon as this pointed steel's drawn out Eud. What dost thou say? O touch not yet the broken springs of life! How shall I give them words? "I scarce have tasted woe "To part-but, Oh!”. "Oh, 'till this hour this is indeed Pho. No more death is now painful! But say, my friends, whilst I have breath to ask, (For still methinks all your concerns are mine) Whither have you design'd to bend your journey? Eum. Constantinople is my last retreat, If Heaven indulge my wish; there I've resolv'd Eud. There will I dedicate myself to Heaven. Shall e'er possess my heart. Consents to this my vow. My father too "My vital flame "There, like a taper on the holy altar, "Shall waste away; 'till Heaven relenting hears "Incessant prayers for thee and for myself, "And wing my soul to meet with thine in bliss. "For in that thought I find a sudden hope, "As if inspir'd, springs in my breast, and tells me "That thy repenting frailty is forgiven," And we shall meet again to part no more. Pho. [Plucking out the Arrow.] Then all is done 't was the last pang- -at length I've given up thee, and the world now is-nothing. Eum. Alas! "he falls. Help, Artamon, support him. "Look how he bleeds! Let's lay him gently down?" Night gathers fast -look up, himOr speak, if thou hast life-Nay then-my daughter! She faints" Help there, and bear her to her tent." [Eudocia faints away. upon Art. [Weeping aside.] I thank ye, eyes! This is but decent tribute. My heart was full before. Eum. O Phocyas, Phocyas! Alas! he hears not now, nor sees my sorrows! [Exeunt Omnes. EPILOGUE. WELL, sirs; you've seen, his passion to approve, And with mnch grief-are forc'd to keep their own. Gain, powerful gain's the new religion now. |