Isaac Comnenus: A Play (1827)
by Henry Taylor
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) ... Show synopsis This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1827 edition. Excerpt: ... SCENE V. The Convent of St. Canon's-Eudocia and Anna Comnbsa. ANNA. Hark! cousin. EUDOCIA. I know that sound. It is the Uri's horn. ANNA. And look there: yon is not sunrise? EUDOCIA. No. 'Tis the Greek fire on the other side of the hill. ANNA. Heaven! is the attack begun then? EUDOCIA. I trust in Heaven it is. Enter the Abbot. ABBOT. I come, deputed by his Majesty, Upon a gracious mission. I am to say, He bears no grudge unto the fair Comnenae, Whom he holds faultless of this vile revolt. Wherefore, to see them driven to this sad strait Afflicts him sorely; and with all respect, He tenders an asylum in the palace, Where they shall find all honourable accoil, And fitting safeguard. EUDOCIA. Let thy King be told, I wait it from a greater King than he, Isaac Comnenus, whom may God preserve! ABBOT. With your good leave, fair damsels, I would bear Some seemlier greeting to my royal master. 'Tis fitting I point out a safer course. Mine age, my holy calling do confer The wish and duty so to interpose, As might conduce to EUDOCIA. Hath the King been pleased To signify his further will through thee? ABBOT. He gave no further message. EUDOCIA. Nor do I. Exit Abbot. ANNA. Why dost thou speak so fiercely? EUDOCIA. 'Tis all one. The time is passing, and the term approaching, When swords are out soft words ne'er turn their edges. ANNA. Would it were day! EUDOCIA. I would it were; this light Shows the old monks as they were dead men walking. ANNA. I do not dread a host as I dread them. EUDOCIA. Look, here one comes. What is thine errand, monk? The Monk enters. MONK. St. Conon's name be praised! thy brother's taken. EUDOCIA. Who sent thee with that tale? MONK. St. Conon's name be praised! Lo! hither come His shield and spear. It is the Emperor's will, ..