Euan. Dost thou bestow the diadem of Sparta? Where is thy lawful prince? Amph. Leonidas? Euan. Agis. Amph. That Agis is no more a king: Will gladly share with me divided empire. Euan. Think'st thou there is no truth in human breasts, No faithful loyalty, no constant love? Soon shalt thou learn thine error. I begin To teach thee first. Thee and thy love I scorn! Amph. O womankind! How well your passions teach us to be just! Will from your mind erase the memory Of that vain-glorious, lost, and ruin'd man, Euan. Was! whate'er he was He is, and more. Thou and thy crimes contribute Thou givest him scope and vantage to his virtue. Amph. Thou do'st instruct me. If my time is short, We should not part. I'll see thee safely placed Where I command. Euan. I will not go with thee. Amph. Yield to necessity; for on my call Compulsion waits. No other hand than mine Should touch Euanthe. If Euan. Help, Spartans, help! [Seizes her hand. any hear me who regard Lysander. Enter LYSANDER with a dagger, and runs at AMPHARES, who retires. Amph. Assist me, friends. Surround him-Tis Lysander. Take him alive. [To his People who enter. [Snatches a Sword from one of the Soldiers. Now I am better arm'd. Amph. Kill him, Euxus, Unless he yield his sword. Lysan. Come, brave Amphares! Come to the front, and there direct my fate. Eux. That would dishonour me for ever.Advance on all sides, and close in upon him. Lysan. Strangers, give way, and let the Spartan chiefs Fight their own quarrels. I will give you all. The wealth of Sparta. Amph. Ha! he grows upon them! 1 Throw down your weapons, or I'll pierce her heart! [Points his Sword to EUANTHE's breast. Eux. Renown'd Lysander! give thy sword to Euxus. Euan. Defend thy noble life! Regard not mine. [AMPHARES lifts his arm. Lysan. Hold, hold. Amph. Thou know'st me. Chuse. Lysan. I cannot bear to see Euanthe die! O Agis! O my prince! [Throws down his Sword. Amph. Victorious chief, Statesman and soldier, learned Athens' boast, Lysan. The strife of tonguès I shun, as thou didst shun the strife of arms. Amph. Yet let thy haughtiness grant one request. Tell me what brought the great Lysander hither? Some stratagem profound; which none but he Could have contrived to hasten his destruction, And add disgrace and ridicule to ruin. Lysan. Hadst thou not fled, thou coward, from my sword, And shriek'd for help, this arm, this single arm, Had baffled all the craft of false Amphares. Amph. This pride becomes thee, and thy lost condition. Lysan. In this condition it becomes me best To brave Amphares. Had he been a captive, I should have pitied him. Amph. Plead'st thou for pity? Lysan. For none that thou canst give. Hear me, then judge, If what I speak is meant to win thy favour. The noble vigour and the port of manhood. Lysan. And would-I know thee if thou thought'st it wise. Even then, as now, I should contemn thy power: |