But let severer prudence guard the heart
Of him whose brows are circled with a crown.

Enter an Officer.

Off. O king! the captain of Amycla's gate
Informs you that he has this hour descried
A band of men who halted near his post;
A thousand Thracians, they report themselves,
Hired by Amphares for Seleucus' service.
Agis. A thousand Thracians!

Off. On their march to Sardis.

Lysan. By whose permission do they march this way?

Off. Before the troops arrived, a herald came, Who to the Ephori a message bore.

Agis. Your diligence in duty I commend.

[Exit Officer.

Lysan. The veil's withdrawn, and treason stands

reveal'd.

"Ne'er shall Amphares need again forgiveness.” With what a double tongue the traitor spoke! All-seeing Gods! how little do we know

The greatness of those blessings you confer.
Had we not fought to-day, had we not conquer'd,
Agis and Sparta had been lost for ever.

Agis. This victory came like the bolt of Jove, And levell'd their designs.

Lysan. Yet, if they dare

The worst of crimes, their treason may succeed.

Your troops, your conquering troops, are not ar

rived;

The assembly meets; unguarded there

you stand; What keeps the traitors from your noble life? Agis. My life, Lysander! No, I fear not that. The ancient annals of this land record,

That barbarous foes revere the race divine,
And turn in battle from a Spartan king.

Lysan. The multitude may still revere their

lord,

Who from the blood of great Alcides springs; And yet, some impious hand may strike the prince, Although of virtue as of race divine.

Agis. I'll change the guards, and place at every gate

Some men of trust.

Lysan. Mount your Thessalian steed,

And meet the troops that hasten to your aid.
With eager steps the royal band advance,

And wish for nothing but their king to lead them.

Then if the furies in their wrath provoke

Your foes to rise in arms, let arms decide.

Ne'er were the good and bad winnow'd so well,
And sever'd from each other. Such the hosts,
And such will be their fate, as when the rage
Of earth-born giants dared the sons of heaven.
Agis. Thou reason'st like an anxious friend,
Lysander.

Thy fears are all for me, mine for my people.

Enter RHESUS.

Hail, gallant Rhesus! know'st thou aught of those Thy countrymen, who thus unlook'd-for come, And in a doubtful hour perplex our councils? Rhe. The Thracians are a thousand men com

plete.

From snowy Hemus and the northern hills
Of wild Odrysus the fierce warriors come.
Rhinalces leads them, of illustrious birth;
But stern, imperious, and grown old in arms, a
He knows no umpire but the sword, no law
Except obedience to the prince he serves.

Agis. Such oft are those that quit a needy home To serve as hirelings in a tyrant's host.

Rhe. Next in command, my brother Euxus stands,

A youth to Mars devoted; for he loves
Danger itself, not danger's rich reward.

Lysan. Hast thou yet seen him?

Rhe. No.

Lysan. Has he yet heard

That thou art here in Sparta?

Rhe. He believes

That I am still in Athens.

From the herald

I kept my name and quality conceal'd;

For I suspected that these Thracian troops,
Though hired for Asia, were for Sparta meant.

If it prove so, I may be useful here:

My valiant brother bears a generous mind,
And, though of arms enamour'd, justice loves.
Agis. Haste to your valiant brother, and ex-

plain,

With an impartial tongue, the state of Sparta.
Shew him where justice, and where honour stand.
If these are sacred, as thou say'st they are,
To gallant Euxus, he may prove a friend.

Lysan. Exert the strong persuasion of a brother ;
And tell him, Rhesus, if he loves bright arms,
And that immortal glory valour gains,
No more to wield a mercenary sword,

But plant himself with thee in Sparta's soil,
Where Agis will his noble nature cherish,
And rear his courage to such lofty deeds,
As ancient story tells of Sparta's chiefs.

[Exit RHESUS.

Agis. I hope that Rhesus will divide the Thra

cians :

This favours well the bias of my mind,

Averse to leave the city on suspicion,

And drive the wavering faction to extremes. Lysan. O generous prince! whom I admire and blame.

The greatest foe, the foe Lysander dreads,
Is the unequall'd gentleness of Agis.
Review the story of the Grecian states,
And mark how freedom fell in every land.
The brave asserters of the public cause
Have ever been too mild in evil times;
Have, like indulgent parents, spared the rod,
And let the vices of their children live
To kill the virtues. Hence let Agis learn
The only lesson that his nature needs.
Agis. Uncertain is the peril if I stay,
But certain is the evil if I fly.