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Dion. Vile slave, no more. Melanthon, Pho. Oh! lead me to her; that exalted vir drag 'em hence
[jav’lin, To die in misery. Impallid alive,
With firmer nerve shall bid me grasp the The winds shall parch them on the craggy cliff. Shall bid my sword with more than lightSelected from the rest, let one depart
ning's swiftness A messenger to Greece, to tell the fate Blaze in the front of war, and glut its rage Her chosen sons, her first advent'rers, met. With blows repeated in the tyrant's veins. (Exit.
[Exeunt. Mel. Unhappy men ! how shall my care protect
Attendants. We may ward off the blow. My friends, farewell :
Euph. This way, my virgins, this way bend That officer will guide your steps.
Lo! the sad sepulchre, where, hears'd in death,
There, while the victims at your altar bleed, [Aside.
And with your prayers the vaulted roof reMelanthon!
sounds, Mel. Ha!—Those accents !--Phociun here? There let me pay the tribute of a tear, Pho. Yes, Phocion here! speak,
quickly teli | A weeping pilgrim o'er Eudocia’s ashes. me, say,
Erix. Forbear, Euphrasia, to renew your How fares Euphrasia ? Me. Euphrasia ves, and fills the anxious
Euph. My tears have dried their source ; moments
then let me here With every virtue. Wherefore venture hither ? Pay this sad visit to the honour'd clay, Why with rash valour penetrate our gates ?
That moulders in the tomb. These sacred Pho. Could I refrain? Oh! could I tamely I'll burn, an off’ring to a parent's shade,
viands wait Thy event of ling’ring war?, with patience | And sprinkle with this wine the hallow'd The lazy-pacing hours, while here in Syracuse That duty paid, I will return, my virgins. The tyrant keeps all that my heart holds dear? For her dear sake all danger sinks before me;
(Goes into the Tomb. For her I burst the barriers of the gate,
Erix. Look down, propitious powers! beWhere the deep cavern'd rock affords a pas. And heal the pangs
that desolate her soul.
hold that virtue,
Phil. Mourn, mourn, ye virgins; rend your Down from the walls superior numbers came.
scatter'd garments ; The tyrant led them on. We rush'd upon him, In vain the tyrant would appease with sacrifice
Some dread calamity bangs o'er your heads. If we could reach his heart, to end the war. But heaven thought otherwise. Melanthon, Th’iinpending wrath of ill-requited heaven. I fear to ask it, lives Evander still ? [say,
Ill omens hover o'er us : at the altar Mel. Alas! he lives imprison'd in the rock. The victim dropp.d, ere the diviner seer Thou must withdraw thee hence; regain once Had gor'd his knife. The brazen statues more
tremble, Timoleon's camp ; alarm his slumb'ring rage; And, from the marble, drops of blood distil. Assail the walls; thou with thy phalanx seek
Erix. Now, ye just gods, if vengeance you The subterraneous path; that way at night
Now find the guilty head.
(prepare, The Greeks may enter, and let in destruction On the astonish'd foe.
Re-enter EUPHRASIA, from the Tomb. Pho. Would'st thou have me
Euph. Virgins, I thank you-Oh! more Basely retreat while my Euphrasia trembles
lightly now Here on the ridge of peril ?
My heart expands; the pious act is done, Mel. Yet hear the voice
And I have paid my tribute to a parent. Of sober age. Should Dionysius' spies Ah! wherefore does the tyrant bend his way Detect thee here, ruin involves us all :
Phil. He fies the altar; leaves th' unfinish'd Thy voice may rouse Timoleon to th' assault,
rites. And bid him storm the works.
No god there smiles propitious on his cause. Pho. By heaven, I will;.
Fate lifts the awful balance; weighs his life, My breath shall wake his rage; this very The lives of numbers, in the trembling scale. night,
Euph. Despair and horror mark his haggard When sleep sits heavy on the slumb’ring city, looks, Then Greece unsheaths her sword, and great His wild, disorder'd step-Do you retire. revenge
[To Attendints. Shall stalk with death and horror o'er the Retire, Philotas ; let me here remain, ranks
And give the moments of suspended fate Of slaughter'd troops, a sacrifice to freedom! To pious worship and to filial love. But first let me behold Euphrasia.
Phil. Alas! I fear to yield :-awhile r'n Mel. Hush
leave thee, Thy pent-up valour: to a secret haunt And at the temple's entrance wait thy coming. Pll guide thy steps: there dwell, and in apt
Euph. Now then, Euphrasia, now thou I'll bring Euphrasia to thy longing arms.
The purest ecstacy of soul. Come forth, The young but breathing to grow gray in bonThou man of woe, thou man of every virtue.
dage, Enter Evander from the Monument.
And the old sinking to ignoble graves,
Of such a race no matter who is king. Evan. And does the grave thus cast ine up And yet I will not think it; no! my people again
Are brave and gen'rous ; 'I will trust their With a fond father's love to view thee? thus
valour. To mingle rapture in a daughter's arms? Euph. Yet stay; yet be advis'd. Euph. How fares my father now?
Phil. As yet, my liege, Evan. Thy aid, Euphrasia, (stream No plan is fix'd, and no concerted measure. Has given new life. Thou from this vital Trust to my truth and honour. Witness, gods, Deriv'st thy being; with unheard-of duty Here in the temple of Olympian Jove Thou hast repaid it to thy native source. Philotas swearsEuph. Sprung from Evander, if a little por- Evan. Forbear : the man like thee, tion
Who feels the best emotions of the heart, Of all his goodness dwell within my heart, Truth, reason, justice, honour's fine exciteThou wilt not wonder. Oh! my father,
[tion. How didst thou bear thy long, long sufferings? | Acts by those laws, and wants no other sancEndure their barb'rous rage?
[how Euph. Again, th’ alarm approaches; sure Evan. My foes but did
destruction To this old frame, what nature's hand must do. To thee, to all,
will follow :-hark! a sound I was but going hence by mere decay Comes hollow murm'ring through the vaulted To that futurity which Plato taught,
aisle. But thou recall'st me; thou!
It gains upon the ear. Withdraw, my father ; Euph. Timoleon too
All's lost if thou art seen. Invites thee back to life.
Phil. And, lo! Calippus Evan. And does he still
Darts with the lightning's speed across the Urge on the siege?
aisle. Euph. His active genius comes
Rvan. Thou at the senate-house convene my To scourge a guilty race. The Punic fleet
friends. Half lost, is swallow'd by the roaring sea. Melanthon, Dion, and their brave associates, The shatter'd refuse seek the Libyan shore, Will show that liberty has leaders still. To bear the news of their defeat to Carthage. Anon I'll meet 'em there: [Exit Puilotas.] my Evan. These are thy wonders, heaven!
child farewell: abroad, thy spirit [vanish’d. Thou shalt direct me now. [Exit into the Tomh. Moves o'er the deep, and mighty, fleets are Euph. (Coming forward.] How my distractEuph. Ha!-Hark!-what noise is that? It
ed heart throbs wild with fear! comes this way.
[ment. What brings Calippus ? wherefore? Save me, Some busy footstep beats the hollow'd pave
heav'n! Oh! Sir, retireYe powers !-Philotas !--ha!
Cal. This sullen musing in these drear Phil. For thee, Euphrasia, Dionysius calls.
(tings, Some new suspicion goads him. At yon gate Alarms suspicion : the king knows thy plot. I stopp'd Calippus, as with eager haste
Thy rooted hatred to the state and him. He bent this way to seek thee. Oh! my sove
His sov'reign will commands thee to repair reign,
This moment to his presence. My king, my injur'd master, will you pardon
Euph. Ha! what means The wrongs I've done thee?
The tyrant?-I obey. (Exit CALIPPUS] And, [Kneels to EVANDER. Evan. Virtae such as thine,
oh! ye powers, From the fierce trial of tyrannic power
Ye ministers of heaven! defend my father; Shines forth with added lustre.
Support his drooping age; and when anon Phil. Oh! forgive
Avenging justice shakes her crimson steel, My ardent zeal; there is no time to waste.
Oh! be the grave at least a place of rest; You must withdraw; trust to your faithful Forth he may come to bless a willing people,
That from his covert, in the hour of peace, friends. Pass but another day, and Dionysius
And be your own just image here on earth. Falls from a throne usurp'd.
[Exit. Erun. But ere he pays
SCENE I.-The Citadel.
Enter DIONYSIUS, CALIPPUS, and others. And to my people show their rightful king, Dion. And means the Greek to treat of terms Euph. Banish that thought; forbear; the
of peace ? rash attempt
By heaven, this panting bosom hop'd to meet Were fatal to our hopes; oppress'd, dismay'd, His boasted phalanx on th' embattled plain. The people look aghast, and, wan with fear, And doth he now, on peaceful councils bent, None will espouse your cause.
Despatch his herald --Let the slave approach. Evan. Yes, all will dare
Enter HERALD. To act like men ;-their king, I gave myself To a whole people. I made no reserve; Now speak thy purpose ; what doth Greece My life was theirs ; each drop about my heart impart? Pledg'd to the public cause ; devoted to it; Her. Timoleon, Sir, whose great renown in That was my compact; is the subject's less ? Is equall'd only by the softer virtues (arms If they are all debas'd, and willing slaves, Of mild humanity that sway his heart,
Sends me his delegate to offer terms,
Dion, Approach, fair mourner, and dispel On which even fues may well accord; on
(tice, Thy grief, thy tender duty to thy father, The fiercest nature, though it spurn at jus- Has touch'd me nearly. In his lone retreat, May sympathize with his.
Respect, attendance, ev'ry lenient care Dion. Unfold thy mystery;
To sooth affliction, and extend his life, Thou shalt be heard.
Evander has commanded. Her. The gen'rous leader sees,
Euph. Vile dissembler ! With pity sees, the wild, destructive havoc Detested homicide! [Aside.] And has thy heart Of ruthless war; he hath survey'd around Felt for the wretched ? The heaps of slain that cover yonder field, Dion. Urgencies of state And, touch'd with gen'rous sense of human Abridg'd his liberty; but to his person Weeps o'er his victories.
(woe, All honour hath been paid. Dion. Your leader weeps!
Euph. The righteous gods Then let the author of those ills thou speak'st Have mark'd thy ways, and will in time repay Let th' ambitious factor of destruction, Just retribution. Timely retreat, and close the scene of blood. Dion. If to see thy father, Why doth affrighted peace behold his standard If here to meet him in a fond embrace, Uprear'd in Sicily? and wherefore here Will calm thy breast, and dry those beauteous The iron ranks of war, from which the shepherd
(sence. Retires appallid, and leaves the blasted hopes A moment more shall bring him to your preOf half the year, while closer to her breast Euph. Ha ! lead him hither! Sir, to move The mother clasps her infant?
him now, Her. Tis not mine
Aged, infirm, worn out, with toil and years— To plead Timoleon's cause; not mine the office No, let me seek him rather-If soft pity To justify the strong, the righteous, motives Has touch'd your heart, oh! send me, send To urge him to the war: the only scope
me, to him. My deputation aims at, is to fix
Dion. Control this wild alarm ; with pruAn interval of peace, a pause of horror,
dent care That they, whose bodies on the naked shore Philotas shall conduct him; here I grant Lie welt'ring in their blood, from either host The tender interview. May meet the last sad rites to nature due, Euph, Disastrous fate! And decent lie in honourable graves.
Ruins impends !—This will discover all; Dion. Go tell your leader his pretexts are I'll perish first; provoke his utmost rage. vain. [Greece,
( Aside. Let him, with those that live, embark for Though much I languish to behold my father, And leave our peaceful plains; the mangled Yet now it were not fit-the sun goes down; limbs
Night falls apace; soon as returning dayOf those he murder'd, from my tender care Dion. This night, this very hour, you both Shall meet due obsequies.
must meet. Her. The hero, Sir,
Together you may serve the state and me. Wages no war with those who bravely die. Thou seest the havoc of wide-wasting war; Tis for the dead I supplicate ; for them And more, full well you know, are still to We sue for peace; and to the living too Thou may'st prevent their fate. [bleed. Timoleon would extend it, but the groans Euph. Oh! give the means, Of a whole people have unsheath'd his sword. And I will bless thee for it. A single day will pay the funeral rites.
Dion. From a Greek To-morrow's sun may see both armies meet Torments have wrung the truth. Thy husWithout hostility, and all in honour;
band, PhocionYou to inter the troops, whó bravely fell ; Euph. Oh! say, speak of my Phocion. We, on our part, to give an humble sod Dion. He ; 'tis he To those who gain'd a footing on the isle, Hath kindled up this war; with treach'rous And by their death have conquer'd.
[traitor Dion. Be it so;
Inflam'd the states of Greece, and now the I grant thy suit: 'soon as to-morrow's dawn Comes with a foreign aid to wrest my crown. Illume the world, the rage of wasting war Euph. And does my Phocion share TimoIn vain shall thirst for blood : and now fare
leon's glory? well.
Dion. With him invests our walls, and bids Some careful officer conduct him forth. Erect her standard here.
(rebellion (Exit HERALD Euph. Oh! bless him, gods ! By heaven the Greek hath offer'd to my sword Where'er any hero treads the paths of war, An easy prey; a sacrifice to glut [perse. List on his side; against the hostile jav'lin My great revenge. Away, my friends, dis- Uprear his mighty buckler; to his sword Philotas, waits Euphrasia as we order'd? Lend the fierce whirlwind's rage, that he may Phil. She's bere at hand.
(crown'd, Dion. Admit her to our presence.
With wreaths of triumph, and with conquests Rage and despair, a thousand warring pas. And a whole nation's voice sions,
[heart; Applaud my hero with a love like mine! All rise by turns and piecemeal rend my Dion. Ungrateful fair! Has not our sov'reign Yet ev'ry means, all measures must be tried,
will To sweep the Grecian spoiler from the land, On thy descendants fix'd Sicilia's crown? And fix the crown unshaken on my brow. Have I not vow'd protection to your boy?
Euph. From thee the crown! From thee! Enter EUPHRASIA.
Shall on a nobler basis found their rights, Exph. What sudden cause requires Euphra- On their own virtue, and a people's choice. sia's presence ?
Dion. Misguided woman
Euph. Ask of thee protection!
Who's there ?—Evander ?--Answer--tell me The father's valour shall protect his boy.
speakDion. Rush not on sure destruction; ere too late
Re-enter Phocion, from the Tomb.
Pho. Heart-swelling transport!
Thy husband comes. Euph. Think'st thou then
shim Euph. Support me; reach thy hand. So meanly of my Phocion ?---Dost thou deem Pho. Once more i clasp thee in this fond Poorly wound up to a mere fit of valour,
embrace. To melt away in a weak woman's tear ? Euph. What miracle has brought thee to Oh! thou dost little know him; know'st but
me ? little
Pho. Love Of his exalted soul. With gen'rous ardour Inspir'd my heart, and guided all my ways. Still will he urge the great, the glorious plan, Euph. Oh ! thou dear wand'rer! But whereAnd gain the ever honour'd, bright reward
[one, Which fame entwines around the patriot's Why in this place of woe? My tender little brow,
Say, is he safe? oh! satisfy a mother; And bids for ever flourish on his tomb, Speak of my child, or I grow wild at once. For nations freed, and tyrants laid in dust. Tell me his fate, and tell me all thy own. Dion. By heaven, this night Evander breathes Pho. Your boy is safe, Euphrasia ; lives to his last.
In Sicily; Timoleon's gen'rous care (reign Euph. Better for him to sink at once to rest, Protects him in his camp; dispel thy fears; Than linger thus beneath the gripe of famine, The gods once more will give him to thy arms. In a vile dungeon, scoop'd with barb'rous Euph. My father lives, sepu!chred ere his skill
time Deep in the flinty rock; a monument
Here in Eudocia's tomb; let me conduct thee. Of that fell malice and that black suspicion Pho. I came this moment thence, That mark'd your father's reign.
Euph. And saw Evander ? Dion. Obdurate woman! obstinate in ill! Pho. Alas! I found him not. Here ends all parley. Now your father's doom Euph. Not found him there? Is fix'd, irrevocably fix'd.
And have they then--have the fell murd'rers Euph. Thy doom, perhaps,
[Faints. May first be fix'd: the doom that ever waits Pho. I've been too rash ; revive, my love, The fell oppressor, from a throne usurp'd
[der, Hurl'd headlong down. Think of thy father's Thy Phocion calls; the gods will guard EvanAt Corinth, Dionysius !
(fate And save him to reward thy matchless virtue. Dion. Ha! this night Evander dies; and thou, detested fair!
Re-enter MELANTHON, with EVANDER. Thou shalt behold him, while inventive cruelty Evan. Lead me, Melanthon; guide my aged Pursues his wearied life through every nerve. Where is he; Let me see him. (steps : I scorn all dull delay. This very night
Pho. My Euphrasia, Shall sate my great revenge.
[Erit. Thy father lives ;--thou venerable man! Euph. This night perhaps
[tion. Behold, I cannot fly to thy embrace. Shall whelm thee down, no more to blast crea- Evan. Euphrasia ! Phocion too! Yes, both My father, who inhabit'st with the dead,
are here : Now let me seek thee in the lonely tomb, Oh! let me thus, thus, strain you to my heart. And tremble there with anxious hope and Euph. Why, my father, fear.
[E.rit. Why thus adventure forth? The strong alarm
O’erwhelm’d my spirits. SCENE 11.-The inside of the Temple. Evan. I went forth, my child,
When all was dark, and awful silence round, Enter Phocion and MELANTHON.
To throw me prostrate at the altar's foot, Mel. Summon all
And crave the care of heaven for thee and thine. Thy wonted firmness; in that dreary vault Melanthon thereA living king is number'd with the dead. I'll take my post, near where the pillar'd aisle
Enter PHILOTAS. Supports the central dome, that no alarm Phil. Inevitable ruin hovers o'er you : Surprise you in the pious act. [Exit. The tyrant's fury mounts into a blaze; Pho. If here
Unsated yet with blood, he calls aloud They both are found, if in Evander's arms For thee, Evander; thee his rage hath order'd Euphrasia meets my search, the fates atone This moment to his presence. For all my suff'rings, all attlictions past. Evun. Lead me to him: Yes, I will seek them-ba !-the gaping tomb, His presence hath no terror for Evander. Invites my steps now be propitious, heaven! Euph. Horror! it must not be.
[Enters the Tomb.
Phil. No; never, never:
I'll perish rather. His policy has granted
A day's suspense from arms; yet even now Euph. All hail, ye caves of horror !-In this His troops prepare, in the dead midnight hour, gloom
With base surprise, to storm Timoleon's camp. Divine content can dwell, the heartfelt tear, Evan. And doth' he grant a false insidious Which, as it falls, a father's trembling hand
truce, Will catch, and wipe the sorrows from my eye. To turn the hour of peace to blood and horror ?
Euph. I know the monster well : when spe- | For all the wondrous goodness lavist'd on us. cious seeming
[Exeunt. Becalms his looks, the rankling heart within Teems with destruction;
Dion, Ere the day clos'd, while yet the busy Rouse him to vengeance; on the tyrant turn
(guards, His own insidious arts, or all is lost.
Might view their camp, their stations, and their Pho. Evander, thou; and thou, my best Eu. Their preparations for approaching night, phrasia,
Didst thou then mark the motions of the Both shall attend my flight.
Greeks? Mel. It were in vain:
Cal. From the watch-tower I saw them: all Th' attempt would hazard all.
things spoke Euph. Together here
A foe secure, and discipline relax'd. We will remain, safe in the cave of death; Dion. Their folly gives them to my sword: And wait our freedom from thy conqu’ring
My orders issued ? Eran, Oh! would the gods roll back the
Cal. Al. stream of time,
Dion. The troops retir'd And give this arm the sinew that it boasted To gain
recruited vigour from repose ? At Tauromenium, when its force resistless Cal. The city round lies hush'd in sleep. Mowd down the ranks of war; I then might Let each brave officer, of chosen valour,
guide The battle's rage, and, ere Evander die,
Meet at the citadel. An hour at furthest Add still another laurel to my brow.
Before the dawn, 'tis fixed to storm their camp; Euph. Enough of laurell d victory your Haste, Calippus, Hath reap'd in earlier days. [sword Fly to thy post, and bid Euphrasia enter. Eran. And shall my sword,
[Exit Cala When the great cause of liberty invites,
Evander dies this night: Euphrasia too Remain inactive, unperforming quite ?
Shall be dispos'd of. Curse on Phocion's fraud, Youth, second youth, rekindles in my veins : That from my power withdrew their infant Though worn with age, this arm will know its boy. office;
In him the seed of future kings were crush'd, Will show that victory has not forgot
And the whole hated line at once extinguish'd. Acquaintance with this hand.-And yet-0
Enter EUPHRASIA. shame! It will not be the momentary blaze
Dion. Once more approach and hear me; Sinks and expires: I have surviv'd it all:
'tis not now Surviv'd my reign, my people, and myself.
A time to waste in the vain war of words, Euph. Fly, Phocion, fly! Melanthon will A crisis big with horror is at hand. conduct thee.
I meant to spare the stream of blood, that soon Me. And when th' assault begins, my Shall deluge yonder plains. My fair proposals faithful cohorts
Thy haughty spirit has with scorn rejected. Shall form their ranks around this sacred dome. And now, by heaven! here in thy very sight, Pho. And my poor captive friends, my brave Evander breathes his last. companions
Euph. If yet there's wanting Taken in battle, wilt thou guard their lives? A críme to fill the measure of thy guilt, Phil. Trust to my care: no danger shall as- Add that black murder to the dreadful list; sail them.
With that complete the horrors of thy reign. Pho. By heaven, the glorious expectation Dion. Woman, beware: Philotas is at hand, swells
And to our presence leads Evander. All This panting bosom! Yes, Euphrasia, yes; Thy dark complottings, and thy treach'rous Awhile I leave you to the care of heaven, Have prov'd abortive.
(arts, Fell Dionysius, tremble! ere the dawn
Euph. Ha!-What new event! Timoleon thunders at your gates; the rage,
And is Philotas false ?-Has he betray'd him? The pent-up rage, of twenty thousand Greeks,
[Aside, Shall burst at once; and the tumultuous roar Dion. What, ho! Philotas. Alarm th' astonish'd world. Eran. Yet, ere thou go'st, young man,
Dion. Where's your pris'ner?
Phil. Worn out with anguish,
I saw life ebb apace. With studied art Pho. Farewell; the midnight hour shall give We gave each cordial drop, alas! in vain; you freedom.
He heard a sigh; invok'd his daughter's Exit with MELANTHON and PHILOTAS.
name, Euph. Ye guardian deities, watch all his Smild, and expir’d. ways.
Dion. Bring me his hoary head. Eren. Come, my Euphrasia,
Phil. You'll pardon, Sir, my over-hasty Together we will pour
zeal. Our hearts in praise, in tears of adoration, I gave the body to the foaming surge