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I grant thy suit: soon as to-morrow's dawn
Eup. What sudden cause requires Euphrasia's presence? -
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.
Eup. Vile dissembler'
Detested homicide : [Aside.]—And has thy heart
Dio. He ; tis he Hath kindled up this war; with treacherous arts Inflam'd the states of Greece; and now the traitor Comes with a foreign aid to wrest my crown. Eup. And does my Phocion share Timoleon's glory? Dio. With him invests our walls, and bids rebellion Erect her standard here. Eup. Oh! bless him, gods ! Where'er my hero treads the paths of war, List on his side; against the hostile javelin Uprear his mighty buckler; to his sword Lend the fierce whirlwind's rage, that he may come With wreaths of triumph, and with conquest crown'd, And a whole nation's voice Applaud my hero with a love like mine! Dio. Ungrateful fair! Has not our sovereign will On thy descendants fix'd Sicilia's crown? Have I not vow'd protection to your boy? Eup. From thee the crown! from thee! Euphrasia's children Shall on a nobler basis found their rights; On their own virtue, and a people's choice. Dio. Misguided woman : Eup. Ask of thee protection 1 The father's valour shall protect his boy. Dio. Rush not on sure destruction; ere too late Accept our proffer'd grace. The terms are these : Instant send forth a message to your husband; Bid him draw off his Greeks, unmoor his fleet, And measure back his way. Full well he knows You and your father are my hostages; And for his treason both may answer. Eup. Think'st thou then So meanly of my Phocion?—Dost thou deem him Poorly wound up to a mere fit of valour, To melt away in a weak woman's tear? Oh! thou dost little know him; know'st but little Of his exalted soul. With gen'rous ardour
Still will he urge the great, the glorious plan, And gain the ever honour’d bright reward, | Which fame entwines around the patriot's brow, And bids for ever flourish on his tomb, For nations freed, and tyrants laid in dust. Dio. By Heav'n, this night Evander breathes his last. Eup. Better for him to sink at once to rest, Than linger thus beneath the gripe of famine, In a vile dungeon, scoop'd with barb'rous skill Deep in the flinty rock; a monument Of that fell malice, and that black suspicion, That mark'd your father's reign; a dungeon drear, Prepar'd for innocence!—Vice liv'd secure, It flourish'd, triumph'd, grateful to his heart; 'Twas virtue only could give umbrage; then, In that black period, to be great and good Was a state crime; the pow'rs of genius then Were a constructive treason. Dio. Now your father's doom Is fix'd; irrevocably fix’d. Eup. Thy doom, perhaps, May first be fix'd ; the doom that ever waits The fell oppressor—from a throne usurp'd Hurl’d headlong down. Think of thy father's fate At Corinth, Dionysius! Dio. Ha! this night Evander dies; and thou, desested fair! Thou shalt behold him, while inventive cruelty Pursues his wearied life through every nerve. I scorn all dull delay. This very night Shall sate my great revenge. [Exit. Eup. This night, perhaps, Shall whelm thee down, no more to blast creation. My father, who inhabit'st with the dead, Now let me seek thee in the lonely tomb, And tremble there with anxious hope and fear.
Enter Phocion and MELANTHoN.
Phoc. Each step I move, a grateful terror shakes
My frame to dissolution.
Thy wonted firmness; in that dreary vault
Phoc. If here
[He enters the Tomb.
Eup. All hail, ye caves of horror!—In this gloom Divine content can dwell, the heartfelt tear, Which, as it falls, a father's trembling hand Will catch, and wipe the sorrows from my eye. Thou Pow'r supreme whose all-pervading mind Guides this great frame of things; who now behold'st . . me ; Who, in that cave of death, art full as perfect As in the gorgeous palace, now, while night Broods o'er the world, I’ll to thy sacred shrine, “ .