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Dio. Give me to see 'em; bring the slaves before
Ine, Phil. What, ho! Melanthon, this way lead your prisoners.
Enter MELANTHoN, with GREEK OFFICERs and SoLDIERs.
Dio. Assassins, and not warriors do ye come, When the wide range of battle claims your sword, Thus do you come against a single life To wage the war? Did not our buckler ring With all your darts, in one collected volley, Shower'd on my head Did not your swords at once Point at my breast, and thirst for regal blood? G. Off. We sought thy life. I am by birth a Greek. An open foe in arms, I meant to slay The foe of human kind. With rival ardour We took the field; one voice, one mind, one heart; All leagu'd, all covenanted: in yon camp Spirits there are who aim, like us, at glory. Whene'er you sally forth, whene'er the Greeks Shall scale your walls, prepare thee to encounter A like assault. By me the youth of Greece Thus notify the war they mean to wage. Dio. Thus, then, I warn them of my great revenge. Whoe'er in battle shall become our pris’ner, In torment meets his doom. G. Off. Then wilt thou see How vile the body to a mind that pants For genuine glory. Twice three hundred Greeks Have sworn, like us, to hunt thee through the ranks; Ours the first lot; we've fail'd ; on yonder plain Appear in arms, the faithful band will meet thee. Dio. Vile slave, no more. Melanthon, drag 'em hence To die in misery. Impal'd alive, The winds shall parch them on the craggy cliff.
Selected from the rest, let one depart
Phoc. By Heav'n I will!
Phoc. Oh! lead me to her; that exalted virtue With firmer nerve shall bid me grasp the javelin; Shall bid my sword with more than lightning's swift
Blaze in the front of war, and glut its rage
A Temple, with a Monument in the Middle.
Enter EUPHRASIA, ERIxENE, and other Female
Eup. This way, my virgins, this way bend your StepS. Lo the o sepulchre, where, hears'd in death, The pale remains of my dear mother lie. There, while the victims at yon altar bleed, And with your pray'rs the vaulted roof resounds, There let me pay the tribute of a tear, A weeping pilgrim o'er Eudocia’s ashes. Eric. Forbear, Euphrasia, to renew your Sorrows. Eup. My tears have dried their source; then let me here Pay this sad visit to the honour'd clay
That moulders in the tomb. These sacred viands
Phil. Mourn, mourn, ye virgins; rend your scat-
Some dread calamity hangs o'er our heads.
Eric. Now, yejust gods, if vengeance you prepare, Now find the guilty head.
Enter EUPHRASIA from the Tomb.
Eup. Virgins, I thank you—Oh! more lightly
My heart expands; the pious act is done,
Phil. He flies the altar; leaves th' unfinish'd rites.
Eup. Despair and horror mark his haggard looks. Do you retire, Retire Philotas; let me here remain, And give the moments of suspended fate To pious worship and to filial love.
Phil. Alas! I fear to yield :—awhile I’ll leave thee, And at the temple's entrance wait my coming. [Exit. Eup. Now, then, Euphrasia, now thou mayst indulge The purest ecstasy of soul. Come forth, Thou man of woe, thou man of every virtue.
Enter Evander, from the Monument.
Eva. And does the grave thus cast me up again, With a fond father’s love to view thee? . Thus To mingle rapture in a daughter's arms?
Eup. How fares my father now 2
Eva. Thy aid, Euphrasia,
Eup. Sprung from Evander, if a little portion
Eva. Joy and wonder rise
Eup. Alas! too much you over-rate your daughter;
Eva. My foes but did To this old frame what Nature's hand must do. In the worst hour of pain, a voice still whisper'd me, “ Rouse thee, Evander; self-acquitting conscience