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Down the steep rock despis’d.

Hearts prodigal of blood, when honour calls, Dion. Now then thou feel’st my vengeance. Resolv'd to conquer or to die in freedom. Euph. Glory in it;

Dion. Thus I've resolv'd: when the declin. Exult and triumph.' Thy worst shaft is sped,

ing moon Yet still the unconquer'd mind with scorn can Hath veild her orb, our silent march begins. view thee;

The order thus : Calippus, thou lead forth With the calm sunshine of the breast can see Iberia's sons with the Numidean bands, Thy power unequal to subdue the soul, And line the shore-Perdicas, be it thine Which virtue form’d, and which the gods pro- To march thy cohort's to the mountain's foot, tect.

Where the wood skirts the valley; there make Dion. Philotas, bear her hence, she shall

halt not live ;

Till brave Amyntor stretch along the vale. This moment bear her hence; you know the Ourself, with the embodied cavalry rest;

Clad in their mail'd cuirass, will circle round Go, see our will obey'd ; that done, with all To where their camp extends its farthest line; A warrior's speed attend me at the citadel; Unnumber'd torches there shall blaze at once, There meet the heroes whom this night shall The signal of the charge; then, oh! my friends, lead

On every side let the wild uproar loose, To freedom, victory, to glorious havoc, Bid massacre and carnage stalk around, And the destruction of the Grecian name. Unsparing, unrelenting; drench your swords

[Exit. In hostile blood, and riot in destruction. Euph. Accept my thanks, Philotas ; gen’rous man!

Enter an OFFICER. These tears attest th' emotions of my heart. Ha! speak; unfold thy purpose. But, oh! should Greece defer

Offi. Instant arm; Phil. Dispel thy fears;

To arms, my liege; the foe breaks in upon us; Phocion will bring relief; or, should the ty. The subterraneous path is theirs; that way rant

Their band invades the city, sunk in sleep. Assault their camp, he'll meet a marshalla

Dion. Treason's at work; detested, treach'foe.

rous villains ! Let me conduct thee to the silent tomb.

Is this their promis'd truce ? Away, my friends, Euph. Ah! there Evander, naked and dis-Rouse all the war: fly to your sev'ral posts, arm'd,

And instant bring all Syracuse in arms. Defenceless quite, may meet some ruffian

[Exeunt; warlike music. stroke. Phil. Lo! here a weapon ; bear this dagger SCENE 111.--The inside of the Temple ; a to him.

Monument in the Middle. In the drear monument should hostile steps Dare to approach him, they must enter singly; Enter EUPHRASIA, ERIXENE, and Female AtThis guards the passage ; man by man they

tendants. die.

Euph. Which way, Erixene, which way, my There may'st thou dwell amidst the wild com

virgins, motion.

Shall we direct our steps ? What sacred altar Euph. Ye pitying gods, protect my father Clasp on our knees? there!

(Exeunt. Erir. Alas! the horrid tumult

Spreads the destruction wide. On every side SCENE (1.-The Citadel.

The victor's shouts, the groans of murder'd Enter Dionysius, Calippus, and several Offi- In wild confusion rise. Once more descend

, Dion. Ye brave associates, who so oft have Eudocia's tomb; there thou may’st find a


Euph. Anon, Erixene, I mean to visit,
Our toil and danger in the field of glory,
My fellow-warriors, what no god could pro- This dagger there, this instrument of death,

Perhaps for the last time, a mother's urn.

Should fortune prosper the fell tyrant's arms, Fortune has given us. In his dark enibrace,

This dagger then may free me from his power, Lo! sleep envelops the whole Grecian camp. And that drear vault entomb us all in peace. Against a foe, the outcasts of their country,

[Flourish, Freebooters, roving in pursuit of prey,

Erir. Hark! Success, by war or covert stratagem,

Euph. The din Alike is glorious. Then, my gallant friends, Of arms with clearer sound advances. Hark! What need of words? The gen'rous call of that sudden burst! Again! They rush upon freedom,

Yourwives, your children, your invaded rights, The portal opens ; lo! see there ; behold !
All that can steel the patriot breast with War, horrid war, invades the sacred fane ;

No altar gives a sanctuary now.
Expands and rouses in the swelling heart.
Follow the impulsive ardour; follow me,

[Warlike music. Your king, your leader: in the friendly gloom Of night assault their camp: your country's

Enter DIONYSIUS and CALIPPUS, with several love

Soldiers. And fame eternal shall attend the men

Dion. Here will I mock their siege; here Who march'd through blood and horror, to

stand at bay, redeem

And brave 'em to the last. From th' invader's power, their native land. Euphrasia here ! Detested, treach’rous woman! Cal. Lead to the onset'; Greece shall find For my revenge preserv'd! By heaven, 'tis we bear




Vengeance awaits thy guilt, and this good A flourish of Trumpets. Enter PHOCION, sword

Thus sends thee to atone the bleeding victims
This might has massacred.

Pho. Now let the monster yield. My best Cal. (Holding Dionysius' arm.] My liege,

Euphrasia! forbear;


Euph. My lord ! my Phocion! welcome to Her life preserv'd may plead your cause with Lo! there the wonders of Euphrasia's arm!

my heart. And mitigate your fate. Dion. Presumptuous slave!

Pho. And is the proud one fallen ? The dawn

shall see him My rage is up in arms; by heaven, she dies.

A spectacle for public view.. Euphrasia! Enter EVANDER from the tomb.

Evander too! Thus to behold you both

Evan. To her direct thy looks; there fix thy Eran. Horror! forbear! Thou mard'rer, praise,

[her, hold thy hand !

And gaze with wonder there. The life I gave The gods behold thee, horrible assassin! Oh, she has us'd it for the noblest ends! Restrain the blow; it were a stab to heaven; To fill each duty; make her father feel All patare shudders at it! Will no friend The purest joy, the heart dissolving bliss, Arn in a cause like this a father's hand ? To have a grateful child. But has the rage Strike at his bosom rather. Lo! Evander, Of slaughter ceas'd ? Prostrate and grovelling on the earth before Pho. It has. thee;

Evan. Where is Timoleon ? He begs to die; exhaust the scanty drops Pho. He guards the citadel; there gives his That lag about his heart; but spare my child.

orders Dion. Evander!-Do my eyes orce more be- To calm the uproar, and recall from carnage hold him ?

His conqu’ring troops. May the fiends seize Philotas ! Treach’rous Euph. Oh! once again, my father, slave!

(venge Thy sway shall bless the land. Not for himTis well thou lis'st; thy death were poor re

self From any hand but 'mine. [Offers to strike. Timoleon conquers; to redress the wrongs Euph. No, tyrant, no;

Of bleeding Sic ly the hero comes. (Rushing before EvANDER. Thee, good Melanthon, thee, thou gen'rous I have provok'd your vengeance; through this bosom

His justice shall reward. Thee too, Philotas, Open a passage; first on me, on me,

Whose sympathizing heart could feel the touch Exhaust your fury; every power above Of soft humanity, the hero's bounty, (thee. Commands thee to respect that aged head; His brightest honours, shall be lavish'd on His wither'd frame wants blood to glut thy Evander too will place thee near his throne; rage ;

And show mankind, even on this shore of Strike here; these veins are full; here's blood being, enough;

That virtue still shall meet its sure reward. The purple tide will gush to glad thy sight. Phil. I am rewarded ; feelings such as mine

(4 flourish of Trumpets. Are worth all dignities; my heart repays me. Dion, Ha! the fierce tide of war

Evan. Come, let us seek Timoleon; to his This way comes rushing on.

(Exit, with Officers. I will commend ye both: for now, alas ! Euph. [Embracing EvANDER.] Oh!" thus, Thrones and dominions are no more for me. my father,

To thee I give my crown: yes, thou, Euphrasia, We'll perish thus together.

Shalt reign in Sicily. And, oh! ye powers, Dion. [Without.] Bar the gates;

In that bright eminence of care and peril, Close ev'ry passage, and repel their force. Watch over all her ways; conduct and guide Eran. And must I see thee bleed? Oh! for The goodness you inspir'd; that she may prove, a sword!

If e'er distress like mine invade the land, Bring, bring, me daggers!

A parent to her people; stretch the ray Euph. Ha!

Of filial piety to times unborn,

That men may hear her unexampled virtue, Re-enter DIONYSIUS.

And learn to emulate the Grecian Daughter! Dion. Guards, seize the slave,

[Exeunt. And give him to my rage. Eran. (Seized by the Guards.] Oh! spare

her, spare her, Inhuman villains !

Euph. Now, one glorious effort!
Dion. Let me despatch; thou traitor, thus

WRITTEN BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ. my armEuph. A daughter's arm, fell monster, The Grecian Daughter's compliments to all; strikes the blow.

Begs that for epilogue you will not call; (Stabs him;

he falls and dies. For leering, giggling, would be out of sea. Bebold, all Sicily, behold! The point Glows with the tyrant's blood." Ye slaves, And hopes by me you'll hear a little reason. (To the Guards.] look there;

A father rais'd from death! a nation sav'd! Kneel to your rightful king : the blow for A tyrant's crimes by female spirit brav'd! freedom

(father, That tyrant stabb’d, and by her nerveless arm, Gives you the rights of men! And, oh! my White virtue's spell surrounding guards could My ever honour'd sire, it gives thee life.

charm! Eran. My child; my daughter! savd again Can she, this sacred tumult in her breast, by thee!

[Embraces her. Turn father, freedom, virtue, all to jest?



Wake you, ye fair ones, from your sweet re- | Britons were ne'er enslav'd by evil powers : pose,

To peace and wedded love they give the midAs wanton zephyrs wake the sleeping rose ?

night hours. Dispel those clouds which o'er your eye-lids From slumbers pure no rattling dice can crept,

wake 'em : Which our wise bard mistook, and swore you who make the laws, were never known to Shall she to macaronies life restore, [wept ?

break 'em. Who yawn'd, half dead, and curs'd the tragic 'Tis false, ye fair, whatever spleen may bore?

say, Dismiss 'em smirking to their nightly haunt, That you down folly's tide are borne away. Where dice and cards their moon-struck minds You never wish at deep distress to sneer; enchant ?

For eyes, though bright, are brighter through Some, muffled like the witches in Macbeth,

a tear. Brood o'er the magic circle, pale as death! Should it e'er be this nation's wretched fate, Others the caldron go about-about!

To laugh at all that's good, and wise, and And ruin enters, as the fates run out.

great ; Bubble, bubble,

Let genius rouse, the friend of humankind, Toil and trouble,

To break those spells which charm and sink Passions burn,

the mind :
And bets are double !

Let comedy, with pointed ridicule,
Double, double !

Pierce to the quick each knave and vicious
Toil and trouble,

fool :
Passions burn,

Let tragedya warning to the times,
And all is bubble.

Lift high her dayger at exalted crimes ;
But jest apart, for scandal forms these tales; Drive from the lieart each base, unmanly pas.
Falsehood be mute; let justice hold the

sion, scales.

Till virtue triumph in despite of fashion.






THIS play was first performed in Ireland, 1764, under the title of “ The True-born Scotsman," and received the aplause due to its great merit. It was not till 1781 that official permission was obtained for its representation in London, where it has ever since eminently increa-ed the delights of the rational and legitimate drama. Mr. Macklin sustained the character of Sir Pertinax Macsycophant, which was considered an unequalled performance, till the appearance in it of the late Mr. Cooke, who is generally thought to have exceeded our author in bis delineation of this arduous character.

Mr. Macklin's Biographer says :" Beside the merit of this piece in plot, character, sentiment, and diction, it is critically constructed in respect to the three unities of time, place, and action - If many of our modern dramatic writers {as they are so pleased to call themselves) would consult this comedy as a model, they would be ashamed of dragging so many heterogeneous characters together, so irrelevant to the general business of the scene, and which give the stage more the appearance of a caricature-shop, than a faithful representation of life and manners."

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SCENE.-Sir Pertinax Macsycophant's House, ten miles from London.


Enter NANNY.
SCENE 1.- Library.

Nan. Miss Constantia desires to speak to

you, Mistress Betty.

Bet. How is she now, Nanny ? Any better? Bet. The postman is at the gate, Sam, Nan. Something-but very low spirited still. pray step and take in the letters.

I verily believe it is as you say. Sam. John the gardener is gone for them, Bet. Nay, I would take my oath of it, I Mrs. Betty.

cannot be deceived in that point, Nanny. Ay, Bet. Bid John bring them to me, Sam; tell she is certainly breeding, depend upon it. him, I'm here in the library.

Nan. Why, so the housekeeper thinks Sam. I will send him to your ladyship in a too. crack, Madam.

[Exit Sam. Bet. Oh, if she is not, there is no bread in

now ?


nine loaves; nay, I know the father, the man Bet. Your servant, John; ha! ha! ha! poor that ruined her.

fellow, he perfectly dotes on her; and daily Nan. The deuce you do!

follows her about with nosegays and fruitBet. As sure as you are alive, Nanny, or I and the first of every thing in the season-Ay, am greatly deceived-and yet I can't be de- and my young master, Charles, too, is in as ceived neither.—Was not that the cook that bad a way as the gardener-in short, every came galloping so hard over the common just body loves her, and that is one reason w.y I

hate her-for 'my part, I wonder what the Nan. The same : how very hard he galloped : deuce the men see in her—A creature that he has been but three quarters of an hour, he was taken in for charity! I am sure she is not says, coming from Hyde-park-corner !

so handsome. I wish she was out of the faBet. And what time will the family be down? mily once; if she was, I might then stand a

Nan. He has orders to have dinner ready by chance of being my lady's favourite myself. five. There are to be lawyers, and a great Ay, and perhaps of getting one of my young deal of company here—He fancies there is to masters for a sweetheart, or at least the chapbe a private wedding to-night between our lain--but as to him, there would be no such young master, Charles, and lord Lumbercourt's great catch if I should get him. I will try for daughter, the Scotch' lady; who, he says, is him, however: and my first step shall be to just come from Bath, on purpose to be married let the doctor know all I have discovered to him.

about Constantia's intrigues with her spark at Bet. Ay, Lady Rodolpha! nay, like enough, Hadley-Yes, that will do; for the doctor for I know it has been talked of a good while loves to talk with me, and always smiles and -Well, go tell Miss Constantia that I will be jokes with me, and he loves to hear me talkwith her immediately.

And I verily believe, he! he! he! that he has Nan. I shall, Mrs. Betty.

[Exit. a sneaking kindness for me, and this story I Bet. So! I find they all begin to suspect her know will make him have a good opinion of condition ; that's pure: it will soon reach my my honesty-And that, I am sure, will be one lady's ears, I warrant.

step towards-Oh! bless me--here he comes

-and my young master with him. I'll watch Enter John, with Letters.

an opportunity to speak with him, as soon as Well, John, ever a letter for me?

he is alone; for I will blow her up, I am reJohn. No, Mrs. Betty ; but here's one for solved, as great a favourite, and as cunning Miss Constantia.

as she is.

(Exit. Bet. Give it me-hum—My lady's hand. John. And here is one, which the postman

Enter EGERTON and SIDNEY. says is for my young master-But it is a strange direction. (Reads) To Charles Egerton, Esq. Eger. I have done, Sir. You have refused.

Bet. Oh,yes, yes! that is for Master Charles, I have nothing more to say upon the subject John; for he has dropped his father's name of |— I am satisfied. Macsycophant, and has taken up that of Eger- Sid. Come, come, correct this warmth, it is ton. The parliament has ordered it.

the only weak ingredient in your nature, and John. The parliament! Pr’ythee, why so, you ought to watch it carefully: From your Mrs. Betty ?

earliest youth, your father has honoured me Bet. Why, you must know, John, that my with the care of your education, and the genelady, his mother, was an Egerton by her fa-ral conduct of your mind; and however sinther; she stole á match with our old master. gular and morose his behaviour may be towards Sir Stanley Egerton, that you just mentioned, others, to me he has ever been respectful and dying an old bachelor, and mortally hating liberal. I am now under his roof too-and our old master, and the whole gang of the because I will not abet an unwarrantable pasMacsycophantshe left his whole estate 10 sion, in direct opposition to your father's hopes master Charles, who was his godson; but on and happiness, you blame-you angrily break condition though, that he should drop his fa- from me, and call me unkind. ther's name of Macsycophant, and take up Eger. 'Dear Sidney-for my warmth I stand that of Egerton; and that is the reason, John, condemned, but for my marriage with Conwhy the parliament has made bim charge his stantia, I think I can justify it upon every

principle of filial duty, honour, and worldly John. I am glad that master Charles has got prudence. the estate, however; for he is a sweet tem- Sid. Only make that appear, Charles, and pered gentleman.

you know you may command me. Bet. As ever lived-But come, John, as I Eger. I am sensible how unseemly it apknow you love Miss Constantia, and are fond pears in a son, to descant on the unamiable of being where she is, I will make you happy passions of a parent; but as we are alone, You shall carry her letter to her.

and friends, I cannot help observing, in my John. Shall I, Mrs. Betty ? I am very much own defence, that when a father will not allow obliged to you. Where is she?

the use of reason to any of his family-when Bet. In the housekeeper's room, settling the his pursuit of greatness makes him a slave dessert.-Give me Mr. Egerton's letter, and I abroad only to be a tyrant at home—and when, will leave it on the table in his dressing-room. merely to gratify his own ambition, he would -1 see it is from his brother Sandy-So, now marry his son into a family he detests—sure, go and deliver your letter to your sweetheart, Sidney, a son thus circumstanced (from the John.

dignity of human nature, and the feelings of John. That I will; and I am much beholden a loving heart) has a right-pot only to protest to you for the favour of letting me carry it to against the blindness of the parent, but to her; for though she would never have me, yet pursue those measures that virtue and happiI shall always love her, and wish to be near ness point out. her, she is so sweet a creature-Your servant, Sid. The violent temper of Sir Pertinax, I Mrs. Betty.

[Exit. ' own, cannot on many occasions be defended;


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