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Though Evander ranks as the first male character in this play, no actor likes to appear in the part. He would rather be inferior, and less infirm. As Mr. Murphy had much theatrical experience as well as taste, it is astonishing that the personage most talked of, most praised, and by far the most perfect character in the whole drama, should never make his appearance! Timoleon is a great warrior and a good man; and it seems wonderful how the audience, on the first night of the play, would quit the theatre without seeing him. Yet it was but modesty and respect in the author, not to bring so magnanimous a hero on the scene, to speak bad poetry. The great tragic dramatist, Otway, wrotemiserable comedies: Let it be no disgrace to Murphy that he has written an indifferent tragedy. By the merit of his comic scenes, his tragic ones are perhaps judged, and in the comparison lose half their value.
ACT THE FIRST.
Enter MELANTHoN and PHILOTAs.
Mel. Yet, yet a moment; hear, Philotas, hear me!
Phil. No more; it must not be.
Mel. Obdurate man; Thus wilt thou spurn me, when a king distress'd, A good, a virtuous, venerable king, The father of his people, from a throne Which long with ev'ry virtue he adorn'd, Torn by a ruffian, by a tyrant's hand, Groans in captivity? In his own palace Lives a sequester'd prisoner? Oh! Philotas, If thou hast not renounc'd humanity,
Let me behold my sovereign; once again
Admit me to his presence; let me see
Phil. Urge thy suit no further; Thy words are fruitless; Dionysius' orders Forbid access; he is our sov’reign now. 'Tis his to give the law, mine to obey. Mel. Thou canst not mean it: his to give the law . Detested spoiler —his a vile usurper Have we forgot the elder Dionysius, Surnam'd the Tyrant? To Sicilia's throne The monster waded through whole seas of blood. Sore groan'd the land beneath his iron rod; Till rous’d at length Evander came from Greece, Like Freedom's Genius came, and sent the tyrant Stript of the crown, and to his humble rank Once more reduc'd, to roam, for vile subsistence, A wandering sophist through the realms of Greece. Phil. Whate'er his right, to him in Syracuse All bend the knee; his the supreme dominion, And death and torment wait his sovereign nod. Mel. But soon that pow'r shall cease behold his walls Now close encircled by the Grecian bands; Timoleon leads them on; indignant Corinth Sends her avenger forth, array'd in terror, To hurl ambition from a throne usurp’d, And bid all Sicily resume her rights. Phil. Thou wert a statesman once, Melanthon; now, Grown dim with age, thy eye pervades no more The deep-laid schemes which Dionysius plans. Know then, a fleet from Carthage even now Stems the rough billow; and, ere yonder sun, That now declining seeks the western wave, Shall to the shades of night resign the world, Thou'lt see the Punic sails in yonder bay, Whose waters wash the walls of Syracuse. Mel. Art thou a stranger to Timoleon's name 2 Intent to plan, and circumspect to see All possible events, he rushes on
Resistless in his course ! Your boasted master