Phil. At the midnight hour, Silent conveyed him up the steep ascent, Deep caverned in the cliff, where many a wretch, Melan. Clandestine murderer! Yes, there's Of horrid massacre. Full oft I've walked, The guard is yours— Phil. Forbear; thou plead'st in vain; [Er. Melan. Oh, lost Evander! Lost Euphrasia too! How will her gentle nature bear the shock Of a dear father, thus in lingering pangs A prey to famine, like the veriest wretch, Thy hardy veterans; haste, or all is lost! [Exit. Now give the Grecian sabre tenfold edge, Enter EUPHRASIA. Euph. War on, ye heroes, Ye great assertors of a monarch's cause! Melan. Still new horrors Once more, Melanthon, once again, my father Melan. Alas! that hour Would come with joy to every honest heart, Euph. And still, Melanthon, still does pale Depress thy spirit? Lo! Timoleon comes, Melan. Still my fears Forebode for thee. Would thou had'st left this place, When hence your husband, the brave Phocion, fled, Fled with your infant son! Euph. In duty fixed, Here I remained, while my brave generous Fled with my child, and from his mother's arms Melan. Deem not, Euphrasia, I e'er can doubt thy constancy and love. saw Each secret image that my fancy formed, Melan. The pious act, whate'er the fates intend, Euph. Yes, Phocion, go; Go with my child, torn from this matron breast, him, Fly with my infant to some happier shore. Increase each hour, and gather round our heads. My heart misgives; Evander's fatal period Euph. Still is far off; the gods have sent relief, And once again I shall behold him king. a ray To gild the clouds, that hover o'er your head, Soon to rain sorrow down, and plunge you deeper In black despair. Euph. The spirit-stirring virtue, The tyrant's pent up in his last retreat; And o'er your sorrows cast a dawn of gladness. Enter DIONYSIUS, CALIPPUS, Officers, &c. Like a gay dream, are vanished into air. Let slaughter loose, and taught his dastard train Euph. O Dionysius, if distracting fears Alarm this throbbing bosom, you will pardon A frail and tender sex. Should ruthless war Roam through our streets, and riot here in blood, Where shall the lost Euphrasia find a shelter? In vain she'll kneel, and clasp the sacred altar. O let me, then, in mercy, let me seek The gloomy mansion, where my father dwells; I die content, if in his arms I perish. Dion. Thou lovely trembler, hush thy fears Evander mocks the injuries of time. Euph. For this benignity, accept my thanks. They gush in tears, and my heart pours its tribute. Dion. Perdiccas, ere the morn's revolving Unveil the face of things, do thou dispatch [Exit DIONYSIUS Euph. What do I hear? Melanthon, can it be? If Carthage comes, if her perfidious sons List in his cause, the dawn of freedom's gone. Melan. Woe, bitterest woe impends; thou would'st not think Euph. How?-Speak! unfold! I fear to shock thee with the tale of horror! city, No nutriment has touched Evander's lips. Euph. To that abode Of woe and horror, that last stage of life, Melan. There sequestered, Well do your vital drops forget to flow! Melan. Enough his sword has reeked with public slaughter; Now, dark insidious deeds must thin mankind. Euph. Oh! night, that oft has heard my pier cing shrieks Disturb thy awful silence; oft has heard Euph. Yet, why despair? Is that the tribute to a father due? SCENE 1.-A wild romantic scene amidst overhanging rocks; a cavern on one side. ARCAS. [With a speur in his hand.] The gloom of night sits heavy on the world; And o'er the solemn scene such stillness reigns, As 'twere a pause of nature; on the beach No murmuring billow breaks; the Grecian tents Lie sunk in sleep; no gleaming fires are seen; All Syracuse is lushed; no stir abroad, Save ever and anon the dashing oar, That beats the sullen wave. And hark!-Was that The groan of anguish from Evander's cell, Piercing the midnight gloom ?-It is the sound Of bustling prows, that cleave the briny deep. Perhaps, at this dead hour, Hamilcar's fleet Rides in the bay. Enter PHILOTAS, from the cavern. Phil. What ho! brave Arcas! ho! Arc. Why thus desert thy couch? Phil. Methought the sound Of distant uproar chased affrighted sleep. Arc. At intervals the oars resounding stroke Comes echoing from the main. Save that report, A death-like silence through the wide expanse Broods o'er the dreary coast. Phil. Do thou retire, And seek repose; the duty of thy watch Your royal prisoner? Phil. Arcas, shall I own A secret weakness? My heart inward melts [Excunt. gloom of night-- What art thou? what thy errand? quickly say The veriest wretch that ever groaned in anguish, [Takes the light from her. Euph. Deign to listen to me. Phil. Euphrasia! Euph. Yes; the lost, undone Euphrasia; All things are mute around us; all but you Euph. Yes, all; all rest: the very murderer sleeps ; Guilt is at rest; I, only, wake to misery. Phil. How did'st thou gain the summit of the rock? Euph. Give me my father; here you hold him fettered; Oh! give him to me !-in the fond pursuit Phil. Alas! Euphrasia, would I durst comply! Nay, stay; thou shalt not fly; Philotas, stay; Of thy own aged sire, and pity mine. Advise a wretch, like me, to know repose? With what severe enforcement Dionysius Euph. Here is Euphrasia's mansion, [Falls upon the ground. Her fixed eternal home; inhuman savages, Here stretch me with a father's murdered corse! Then heap your rocks, your mountains on my head! It will be kindness in you; I shall rest Euph. Talk'st thou of pity? Yield to the generous instinct; grant my prayer; Let my eyes view him, gaze their last upon him, And shew you have some sense of human woe! Phil. Her vehemence of grief o'erpowers me quite. My honest heart condemns the barbarous deed, And if I dare Euph. And, if you dare! Is that The voice of manhood! Honest, if you dare! 'Tis the slave's virtue! 'tis the utmost limit Of the base coward's honour. Not a wretch, There's not a villain, not a tool of power, But, silence interest, extinguish fear, And he will prove benevolent to man. The generous heart does more: will dare do all That honour prompts. How dost thou dare to murder? Respect the gods, and know no other fear. Phil. No other fear assails this warlike breast. The generous impulse is not given in vain. Euph. Raise me, raise me up; I'll bathe thy hand with tears, thou generous man! Phil. Yet mark my words; if aught of nou SCENE II.—The Inside of the Cavern. Enter ARCAS and EUPHRASIA. Arc. No: on my life I dare not. A wretched pittance; one poor cordial drop, Arc. Not the smallest store Of scanty nourishment must pass these walls. Our lives were forfeit else: a moment's parley Is all I grant; in yonder cave he lies. Evan. [Within the cell.] Oh struggling nature! let thy conflict end. Oh! give me, give me rest. It pierces here! it cleaves my very heart. Arc. Repose thee, princess, here; [Draws a couch.] here rest thy limbs, Till the returning blood shall lend thee firmness. Euph. The caves, the rocks, re-echo to his groans ! And is there no relief? Arc. All I can grant You shall command. I will unbar the dungeon, Unloose the chain that binds him to the rock, And leave your interview without restraint. [Opens a cell in the back scene. Euph. Hold, hold, my heart! Oh! how shall Let me support you, sir. Evan. Oh! lend your arm. Whoe'er thou art, I thank thee: that kind breeze Comes gently o'er my senses; lead me forward: And is there left one charitable hand To reach its succours to a wretch like me? Euph. Well may'st thou ask it. Oh, my breaking heart! The hand of death is on him. Evan. Still a little, A little onward to the air conduct me. 'Tis well; I thank thee; thou art kind and good, And much I wonder at this generous pity. Euph. Dost thou not know me, sir? Evan. Methinks I know That voice: art thou-alas! my eyes are dim! Euph. Not your own Euphrasia? Evan. My daughter, my Euphrasia? come to close A father's eyes! Given to my last embrace! transport Bears down each feeble sense: restore him, Heaven! Evan. All, my Euphrasia, all will soon be well. Pass but a moment, and this busy globe, Its thrones, its empires, and its bustling millions, Will seem a speck in the great void of space. Yet while I stay, thou darling of my age!-Nay, dry those tears. Euph. I will, my father. Evan. Where, I fear to ask it -where is virtuous Phocion? Euph. Fled from the tyrant's power. Evan. And left thee here Exposed and helpless? Euph. He is all truth and honour: He fled to save my child. Evan. My young Evander ! Your boy is safe, Euphrasia? Oh, my heart! Euph. Inhuman wretches! Will none relieve his want! A drop of water Might save his life, and even that's denied him! Evan. These strong emotions-Oh! that eager air It is too much-assist me; bear me hence, And lay me down in peace. Euph. His eyes are fixed!. |