« 이전계속 »
Lysan. Regard, O king, the warnings of a friend
Instructed in the counsels of thy foes.
[Gives the Letter.
Agis. I cannot think so basely of the people. For them I have unplumed the regal power, And deck'd their freedom with the spoils of kings. If they betray me; of all creatures, man Is most ungrateful to his benefactor. The generous courser and the faithful dog With true affection love their gentle master; Nay, even the heavy ox, the stubborn mule, Dullest of beasts, they know the hand that feeds them.
Lysan. Humanity lives in thy breast, O king! And dictates confidence unlimited; Virtue approves the generous extreme, And magnanimity this error loves. Let private men indulge the glorious fault, And set their lives and fortunes on the faith And gratitude of those they have obliged;
But let severer prudence guard the heart
Enter an Officer.
Off. O king! the captain of Amycla's gate
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.
Lysan. The veil's withdrawn, and treason stands
"Ne'er shall Amphares need again forgiveness."
Agts. This victory came like the bolt of Jove, And levell'd their designs. s
Lfl/san. Yet, if they dare The worst of crimes, their treason may succeed. Your troops, your conquering troops, are not arrived;
The assembly meets; unguarded there you stand; What keeps the traitors from your noble life?
Agts. 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
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.
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 complete.
From snowy Hemus and the northern hills
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
Lysan. Hast thou yet seen him?
Lysan. Has he yet heard That thou art here in Sparta?
Rhe. He believes
That I am still in Athens. From the herald
Agis. Haste to your valiant brother, and explain,
With an impartial tongue, the state of Sparta.
Lysan. Exert the strong persuasion of a brother;