Shall flow in torrents round! Methinks I might Prevent this waste of nature-I'll go forth, And to my people show their rightful king.
Eup. Banish that thought; forbear; the rash attempt
Were fatal to our hopes; oppress'd, dismay'd, The people look aghast, and, wan with fear, None dare espouse your cause.
To act like men ;-their king, I gave myself To a whole people. I made no reserve; My life was theirs; each drop about my heart Pledg'd to the public cause-devoted to it; That was my compact: is the subjects' less? If they are all debas'd, and willing slaves, The young but breathing to grow grey in bondage, And the old sinking to ignoble graves,
Of such a race no matter who is king! And yet I will not think it; no-my people Are brave and gen'rous; I will trust their valour. Eup. Yet stay; yet be advis'd.
No plan is fix'd, and no concerted measure. The fates are busy: wait the vast event. Trust to my truth and honour. Witness, gods, Here, in the temple of Olympian Jove,
Eva. Forbear: the man like thee,
Who feels the best emotions of the heart, Truth, reason, justice, honour's fine excitements, Acts by those laws, and wants no other sanction. Eup. Again th' alarm approaches; sure destruc-
To thee, to all, will follow:-hark! a sound Comes hollow murm'ring through the vaulted aisle, It gains upon the ear. Withdraw, my father; All's lost, if thou art seen.
Darts with the lightning's speed across the aisle. Eva. Thou at the senate house convene my friends. Melanthon, Dion, and their brave associates, Will show, that liberty has leaders still.
Anon I'll meet them there: my child, farewell; Thou shalt direct me now.
[Exit PHILOTAS.-EVANDER enters the Tomb. Eup. [Coming forward.] How my distracted heart
What brings Calippus? wherefore? save me, Heaven!
Cal. This sullen musing in these drear abodes Alarms suspicion: the king knows thy plotting; Thy rooted hatred to the state and him.
His sov'reign will commands thee to repair This moment to his presence.
Eup. Ha! what means
The tyrant?—I obey. [Exit CALIPPUS.] And, oh! ye pow'rs,
Ye ministers of Heaven, defend my father; Support his drooping age; and when anon Avenging justice shakes her crimson steel, Oh! be the grave at least a place of rest; That from his covert, in the hour of peace, Forth he may come to bless a willing people, And be your own just image here on earth
Enter DIONYSIUS, CALIPPUS, &c.
Dio. Away each vain alarm! the sun goes down: Nor yet Timoleon issues from his fleet.
There let him linger on the wave-worn beach. Here the vain Greek shall find another Troy, A more than Hector here. Though Carthage fly, Ourself, still Dionysius, here remains. And means the Greek to treat of terms of peace By Heav'n, this panting bosom hop'd to meet His boasted phalanx on the embattled plain ! And doth he now, on peaceful councils bent, Despatch his herald?-Let the slave approach.
Now, speak thy purpose; what doth Greece impart? Her. Timoleon, sir, whose great renown in arms Is equall'd only by the softer virtues
Of mild humanity, that sway his heart, Sends me his delegate to offer terms,
On which ev'n foes may well accord ; on which The fiercest nature, though it spurns at justice, May sympathize with his.
Dio. Unfold thy mystery;
Thou shalt be heard.
Her. The gen'rous leader sees,
With pity sees, the wild destructive havoc Of ruthless war; he hath survey'd around The heaps of slain that cover yonder field, And, touch'd with gen'rous sense of human woe, Weeps o'er his victories.
Dio. Your leader weeps!
Then let the author of those ills thou speak'st of, Let the ambitious factor of destruction, Timely retreat, and close the scene of blood. Why doth affrighted peace behold his standard Uprear'd in Sicily? and wherefore here
The iron ranks of war, from which the shepherd Retires appall'd, and leaves the blasted hopes Of half the year, while closer to her breast The mother clasps her infant?
To plead Timoleon's cause; not mine the office To justify the strong, the righteous, motives That urge him to the war: the only scope My deputation aims at, is to fix
An interval of peace, a pause of horror, That they, whose bodies, on the naked shore, Lie weltering in their blood, from either host May meet the last sad rites to nature due, And decent lie in honourable graves.
Dio. Go tell your leader, his pretexts are vain. Let him, with those that live, embark for Greece, And leave our peaceful plains; the mangled limbs Of those he murder'd, from my tender care Shall meet due obsequies.
Wages no war with those, who bravely die. 'Tis for the dead I supplicate; for them We sue for peace; and to the living too Timoleon would extend it, but the groans Of a whole people have unsheath'd his sword. A single day will pay the funeral rites. To-morrow's sun may see both armies meet Without hostility, and all in honour; You to inter the troops who bravely fell; We, on our part, to give an humble sod To those, who gain'd a footing on the isle, And by their death have conquer'd.
I grant thy suit soon as to-morrow's dawn Illume the world, the rage of wasting war In vain shall thirst for blood.
Thou know'st my last resolve, and now farewell. Some careful officer conduct him forth.
[Exit HERALD. By Heav'n, the Greek hath offered to my sword An easy prey; a sacrifice to glut
My great revenge. Calippus, let each soldier This night resign his wearied limbs to rest, That ere the dawn, with renovated strength, On the unguarded, unsuspecting foe, Disarm'd, and bent on superstitious rites, From every quarter we may rush undaunted, Give the invaders to the deathful steel, And by one carnage bury all in ruin.
My valiant friends, haste to your several posts, And let this night a calm unruffled spirit Lie hush'd in sleep away, my friends, disperse. Philotas, waits Euphrasia as we order'd? Phil. She's here at hand.
Dio. Admit her to our presence.
Rage and despair, a thousand warring passions, All rise by turns, and piecemeal rend my heart. Yet ev'ry means, all measures must be tried, To sweep the Grecian spoiler from the land, And fix the crown unshaken on my brow.
Eup. What sudden cause requires Euphrasia's pre
Dio. Approach, fair mourner, and dispel thy fears. Thy grief, thy tender duty to thy father, Has touch'd me nearly. In his lone retreat, Respect, attendance, every lenient care To sooth affliction, and extend his life, Evander has commanded.
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