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Phil. At the midnight hour,

Euph. The glorious tumult lifts my towering Silent conveyed him up the steep ascent,

soul. To where the elder Dionysius formed,

Once more, Melanthon, orce again, my father On the sharp summit of the pointed rock, Shall mount Sicilia's throne. Which overhangs the deep, a dungeon drear : illelan. Alas! that hour Cell within cell, a labyrinth of horror,

Would come with joy to every honest heart, Deep caverned in the cliff

, where many a wretch, Would shed divinest blessings from its wing ; Unseen by mortal eye, has groaned in anguish, But no such hour in all the round of time, And died obscure, unpitieil, and unknown. I fear, the fates averse will e'er lead on. Jelan. Clandestine murderer ! Yes, there's Eu, h. And still, Melanthon, still does pale the scene

despair Of horrid massacre. Full oft I've walked, Depress thy spirit ? Lo! Timoleon comes, When all things lay in sleep and darkness hush’d, Armed with the power of Greece ; the brave, Yes, oft I've walked the lonely sullen beach, The just, god-like Timoleon! ardent to redress, And heard the inournful sound of many a corse He guides the war, and gains upon his prey. Plunged from the rock into the wave beneath, A little interval shall set the victor That murmurs on the shore. And means he thus Within our gates triumphant. To end a monarch's life? Oh! grant my prayer ; Melun. Still my fears My timely succour may protect his days; Forebode for thee. Would thou had'st left this The guard is yours

place, Phil. Forbear; thou plead’st in vain;

When hence your husband, the brave Phocion, And though I feel soft pity throbbing here,

Aed, Though each emotion pronipts the generous deed, Fled with your infant son ! I must not yield; it were assured destruction. Euph. In duty fixed, Farewell ! dispatch a message to the Greeks ; Here I remained, while my brave generous I'll to my station; now thou know'st the worst.


(Erit. Fled with my child, and from his mother's arms Melan. Oh, lost Evander! Lost Euphrasia Bore my sweet little one. Full well thou know'st too!

The pangs I suffered in that trying moment. How will her gentle nature bear the shock Did I not weep? Did I not rave and shriek, Of a dear father, thus in lingering pangs And by the roots tear my dishevelled hair? A prey to famine, like the veriest wretch, Did I not follow to the sea-beat shore, Whom the hard hand of misery hath griped ! Resolved with him, and with my blooming boy. In vain she'll rave with impotence of sorrow; To trust the winds and waves ? Perhaps provoke her fate: Greece arms in vain ; Metan. Deem not, Euphrasia, All's lost; Evander dies !

I e'er can doubt thy constancy and love.

Euph. Melanthon, how I loved! the gods, who Enter CALLIPPUS. Cal. Where is the king?

Each secret image that my fancy formed, Our troops, that sallied to attack the fue, The gods can witness how I loved my Phocion. Retire disordered; to the eastern gate

And yet I went not with him. Could I do it? The Greeks pursue ; Timoleon rides in blood ! Could I desert my father? Could I leave, Arm, arm, and meet their fury.

The venerable man, who gave me being, Mielun. To the citadel

A victim here in Syracuse, nor stay. Direct thy footsteps; Dionysius there,

To watch his fate, to visit his affliction, Marshals a chosen band.

To cheer his prison hours, and, with the tear Cut. Do thou call forth

Of filial virtue, bid even bondage smile? Thy hardy veterans ; haste, or all is lost ! (Exit.

Melan. The pious act, whate'er the fates intend,

[Wurlike music. Shall merit heart-felt praise. Melan. Now, ye just gods! now look propiti- Euph. Yes, Phocion, go; ous down;

Go with my child, torn from this matron breast, Now give the Grecian sabre tenfold edge, This breast that still should yield its nurture to And save a virtuous king! (Warlike music. him,

Fly with my infant to some happier shore.

If he be safe, Euphrasia dies content.
Euph. War on, ye heroes,

Till that sad close of all, the task be mine
Ye great assertors of a monarch's cause ! To tend a father with delighted care,
Let the wild tempest rage. Melanthon, ba! To smooth the pillow of declining age,
Did'st thou not hear the vast tremendous roar ? See him sink gradual into mere decay,
Down tumbling from its base, the eastern tower On the last verge of life watch every look,
Burst on the tyrant's ranks, and on the plain Explore each fond unutterable wish,
Lies an extended ruin.

Catch his last breath, and close his eyes in peace. Melan. Still new horrors

Melan. I would not add to thy afflictions; yet Increase each hour, and gather round our heads. My heart misgives; Evander’s fatal period


a ray

Euph. Still is far off; the gods have sent re-, Evander mocks the injuries of time. lief,

Calippus, thou survey the city round; And once again I shall behold him king. Station the centinels, that no surprise Melan. Alas ! those glittering hopes but lend Invade the unguarded works, while drowsy night

Weighs down the soldier's eye. Afflicted fair, To gild the clouds, that hover o'er your head, Thy couch invites thee. When the tumult's o'er, Soon to rain sorrow down, and plunge you deeper Thou'lt see Evander with redoubled joy. In black despair.

Though now, unequal to the cares of empire, Euph. The spirit-stirring virtue,

His age sequester him, yet honours high That glows within me, ne'er shall know despair. Shall gild the evening of his various day. No, I will trust the gods. Desponding man! Euph. For this benignity, accept my thanks. Hast thou not heard with what resistless ardour They gush in tears, and my heart pours its triTimoleon drives the tumult of the war?

bute. Hast thou not heard him thundering at our Dion. Perdiccas, ere the morn's revolving gates?

The tyrant's pent up in his last retreat ; Unveil the face of things, do thou dispatch
Anon thou’lt see his battlements in dust, A well-oared galley to Hamilcar's fleet ;
His walls, his ramparts, and his towers in ruin ; At the north point of yonder promontory,
Destruction pouring in on every side;

Let some selected officer instruct him
Pride and oppression at their utmost need; To moor his ships, and issue on the land.
And nought to save him in his hopeless hour. Then may Timoleon tremble: vengeance, then,

(A flourish of trumpets. Shall overwhelm his camp, pursue his bands, Melan. Ha! the fell tyrant comes--Beguile With fatal bavoc, to the ocean's margin, his rage,

And cast their limbs to glut the vulture's famine, And o'er your sorrows cast a dawn of gladness. In mangled heaps, upon the naked shore.


Euph. What do I hear? Melanthon, can it be? Dion. The vain, presumptuous Greek ! his If Carthage comes, if her perfidious sons hopes of conquest,

List in his cause, the dawn of freedom's gone. Like a gay dream, are vanished into air.

Melan. Woe, bitterest woe impends; thou Proudly elate, and flushed with easy triumph

would'st not think-
O'er vulgar warriors, to the gates of Syracuse Euph. How? --Speak! unfold !
He urged the war, till Dionysius' arm

Melan. My tongue denies its office.
Lei slaughter loose, and taught his dastard train Euph. How is my father? Say, Melanthon-
To seek their safety by inglorious flight.

Melan. He,
Euph. O Dionysius, if distracting fears I fear to shock thee with the tale of horror!
Alarm this throbbing bosom, you will pardon Perhaps he dies this moment. Since Timoleon
A frail and tender sex. Should ruthless war First formed his lines round this beleaguered
Roam through our streets, and riot here in blood, city,
Where shall the lost Euphrasia find a shelter? No nutriment has touched Evander's lips.
In vain she'll kneel, and clasp the sacred altar. In the deep caverns of the rock imprisoned,
O let me, then, in mercy, let me seek

He pines in bitterest want.
The gloomy mansion, where my father dwells; Euph. To that abode
I die content, if in his arms I perish.

Of woe and horror, that last stage of life,
Dion. Thou lovely trembler, hush thy fears Has the fell tyrant moved him
to rest.

Melan. There sequestered, The Greek recoils ; like the impetuous surge Alas! he soon must perish. That dashes on the rock, there breaks and foams, Euph. Well, my heart, And backward rolls into the sea again.

Well do your vital drops forget to flow! All shall be well in Syracuse: a fleet

Melan. Enough his sword has reeked with Appears in view, and brings the chosen sons

public slaughter; of Carthage. From the hill that fronts the main, Now, dark insidious deeds must thin mankind. I saw their canvass swelling with the wind, Euph. Oh! night, that oft has heard my pierWhile on the purple wave the western sun

cing shrieks Glanced the remains of day.

Disturb thy awful silence; oft has heard Euph. Yet till the fury

Each stroke these hands, in frantic sorrow, gare, Of war subside, the wild, the horrid interval, From this sad breast resounding; now no more In safety let me sooth to dear delight

I mean to vent complaints; I mean not now
In a loved father's presence: froin his sight, With busy memory to retrace the wrongs
For three long days, with specious seigned excuse The tyrant heaped on our devoted race.
Your guards debarred me. Oh! while yet he I bear it all; with calmest patience bear it,

Resigned and wretched, desperate and lost.
Indulge a daughter's love: worn out with age, Melan. Despair, alas! is all the sad resource
Soon must he scal his eyes in endless night, Our fate allows us now.
And with his converse charın my ear no more. Euph. Yet, why despair ?

Dion. Why thus anticipate misfortune? Still Is that the tribute to a father due?



Blood is his due, Melanthon; yes, the blood, Shall not the monster hear his deeds accurst?
The vile, black blood, that fills the tyrant's veins, Shall he not tremble, when a daughter comes,
Would graceful look upon my dagger's point. Wild with her griefs, and terrible with wrongs,
Come, Vengeance, come! shake off this feeble sex, Fierce in despair, all nature, in her cause,
Sinew my arm, and guide it to his heart. Alarmed and roused with horror? Yes, Melan-
And thou, O filial piety! that rulst

thon ! My woman's breast, turn to vindictive rage; The man of blood shall hear me ; yes ! my

voice Assume the port of justice; shew mankind Shall mount aloft upon the whirlwinds wing, Tyrannic guilt had never dared in Syracuse, Pierce yon blue vault, and at the throne of HeaBeyond the reach of virtue. Melan. Yet beware;

Call down red vengeance on the murderer's head. Controul this frenzy that bears down your rea- Melanthon, come; my wrongs will lend me force;

The weakness of my sex is gone; this arm Surrounded by his guards, the tyrant mocks Feels tenfold strength; this arm shall do a deed Your utmost fury; moderate your zeal,

For heaven and earth, for men and gods, to wonNor let him hear these transports of the soul,

der at ! These wild upbraidings.

This arm shall vindicate a father's cause. · Euph. Shall Euphrasia's voice

[Excunt. Be bushed to silence, when a father dies ?





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Oh! would I could relieve him! Thou withdraw; SCENE I.--A wild romantic scene amidst oder- Thy wearied nature claims repose ; and now hanging rocks ; a cavern on one side. The watch is mine.

Arc. May no alarm disturb thee. [Erit. ARCAS. (With a speur in his hand.] Phil. Some dread event is labouring into birth. The gloom of night sits heavy on the world; At close of day the sullen sky held forth And o'er the solemn scene such stillness reigns, Unerring signals. With disastrous glare As 'twere a pause of nature; on the beach The moon's full orb rose crimsoned o'er with No murmuring billow breaks; the Grecian tents blood; Lie sunk in sleep; no gleaming fires are seen; And lo! athwart the gloom a falling star All Syracuse is lushed; no stir abroad,

Trails a long tract of fire What daring step Save ever and anon the dashing oar,

Sounds on the flinty rock? Stand there! what ho! That beats the sullen wave. And hark !-Was Speak, ere thou dar'st advance! Unfold thy purthat

pose : groan of anguish from Evander's cell, Who and what art thou? Piercing the midnight gloom ?- It is the sound Of bustling prows, that cleave the briny deep.

Enter EUPHRASIA, bearing a light in her hand. Perhaps, at this dead hour, Hamilcar's fleet Euph. Mine no hostile step; Rides in the bay.

I bring no valour to alarm thy fears :

It is a friend approaches.
Enter PHILOTAS, from the cavern.

Phil. Ha ! what mean
Phil. What ho! brave Arcas ! ho !

Those plaintive notes?
Arc. Why thus desert thy couch?

Euph. Here is no ambushed Greek,
Phil. Methought the sound

No warrior to surprise thee on the watch.
Of distant uproar chased affrighted sleep. An humble suppliant comes: Alas! my strength,

Arc. At intervals the oars resounding stroke Exhausted, quite forsakes this weary frame. Comes cchoing from the main. Save that report, Phil. What voice thus piercing through the A death-like silence through the wide expanse

gloom of night Broods o'er the dreary coast.

What art thou? what thy errand ? quickly say Phil. Do thou retire,

What wretch, with what intent, at this dead hourAnd seek repose; the duty of thy watch Wherefore alarm'st thou thus our peaceful watch? Is now performed; I take thy post.

Euph. Let no mistrust affright theco-Lo! a Arc. How fares

wretch, Your royal prisoner?

The veriest wretch that ever groaned in anguish, Phil. Arcas, shall I own

Comes here to grovel on the earth before thee, A secret weakness? My heart inward melts To tell her sad, sad tale, inplore thy aidTo see that suffering virtue. On the earth, For sure the power is thine, thou canst relieve The cold, damp earth, the royal victim lies; My bleeding heart, and soften all my woes. And while pale famine drinks his vital spirit, Phil. Ha! sure those accents He welcomes death, and smiles himself to rest.

(Takes the light from her.


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Euph. Deign to listen to me.

Advise a wretch, like me, to know repose ? Phil. Euphrasia!

This is my last abode: these caves, these rocks, Euph. Yes; the lost, undone Euphrasia ; Shall ring for ever with Euphrasia's wrongs; Supreme in wretchedness; to the inmost sense, All Sicily shall hear me; yonder deep Here in the quickest fibre of the heart,

Shall echo back an injured daughter's cause ; Wounded, transfixed, and tortured to distraction. Here will I dwell, and rave, and shriek, and give

Phil. Why, princess, thus anticipate the dawn? These scattered locks to all the passing winds; Still sleep and silence wrap the weary world ;

Call on Evander lost; and, pouring curses, The stars in mid carcer usurp the pole ; And cruel gods, and cruel stars invoking, The Grecian bands, the winds, the waves are Stand on the cliff in madness and despair ! hushed ;

Phil. Yet calm this violence! reflect, EvAll things are mute around us; all but you

phrasia, Rest in oblivious slumber from their cares. With what severe enforcement Dionysius Euph. Yes, all; all rest : the very murderer Exacts obedience to his dread command. slecps;

If here thou’rt foundGuilt is at rest ; I, only, wake to misery.

Euph. Here is Euphrasia’s mansion, Phil. How did'st thou gain the summit of the

[Falls upon the ground. rock?

Her fixed eternal home ; inhuman savages, Euph. Give me my father; here you hold him Here stretch me with a father's murdered corse! fettered;

Then heap your rocks, your mountains on my Oh! give him to me!--in the fond pursuit

All pain and peril vanish; love and duty It will be kindness in you; I shall rest
Inspired the thought; despair itself gave courage; Entombed within a parent's arms.
I climbed the hard ascent; with painful toil Phil. By heaven,
Surmounted craggy cliffs, and pointed rocks- My heart in pity bleeds.
What will not misery attempt ? --If ever

Euph. Talk'st thou of pity ?
The touch of nature throbbed within your breast, Yield to the generous instinct; grant my prayer;
Admit me to Evander; in these caves

Let my eyes view him, gaze thcir last upon him, I know he pines in want ; let me convey And shew you have some sense of human woe! Some charitable succour to a father !

Phil. Her vehemence of grief o'erpowers me Phil. Alas! Euphrasia, would I durst comply! quite. Euph. It will be virtue in thee. Thou, like My honest heart condemns the barbarous deed, me,

And if I dareWert born in Greece:-Oh! by our common pa- Euph. And, if you dare! Is that rent

The voice of manhood! Honest, if you dare! Nay, stay; thou shalt not fly; Philotas, stay ; 'Tis the slave's virtue! 'tis the utmost limit You have a father too; think, were his lot Of the base coward's honour. Not a wretch, Hard as Evander's, if by felon hands

There's not a villain, not a tool of power, Chained to the earth, with slow consuming pangs But, silence interest, extinguish fear, He felt sharp want, and with an asking eye, And he will prove benevolent to man. Implored relief, yet cruel men denied it, The generous heart does more: will dare do all Wouldst thou not burst throughadamantine gates, That honour prompts. How dost thou dare to Through walls and rocks, to save him? Think, murder ? Philotas,

Respect the gods, and know no other fear. Of thy own aged sire, and pity mine.

Phil. No other fear assails this warlike breast. Think of the agonies a daughter feels,

I pity your misfortunes; yes, by Heaven, When thus a parent wants the common food, My heart bleeds for you. Gods! you've touchThe bounteous hand of nature meant for all!

ed my soul ! Phil. "Twere best withdraw thee, princess; thy The generous impulse is not given in vain. assistance

I feel thee, Nature, and I dare obey.
Evander wants not; it is fruitless all;

Oh! thou hast conquered. Go, Euphrasia, go,
Thy tears, thy wild entreaties, are in vain. Behold thy father.
Euph. Ha!--thou hast murdered him; he is Euph. Raise me, raise me up;
no more;-

I'll bathe thy hand with tears, thou generous
I understand thee;-butchers, you have shed
The precious drops of life; yet c'en in death, Phil. Yet mark my words; if aught of nou-
Let me behold him ; let a daughter close,

With duteous hand, a father's beamless eyes; Thou wouldst convey, my partners of the watch
Print her last kisses on his honoured hand, Will ne'er consent.
And lay him decent in the shroud of death! Euph. I will observe your orders :

Phil. Alas! this frantic grief can naught avail. On any terms, oh! let me, let me see him!
Retire, and seck the couch of balmy sleep, Phil. Yon lamp will guide thee through the
In this dread hour, this season of repose.

caverned way. Euph. And dost thou, then, inhuman that Euph. My heart runs o'er in thanks; the pi



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Timoleon shall reward; the bounteous gods, Let me support you, sir.
And thy own virtue, shall reward the deed. Evan. Oh! lend your arm.

(Goes into the cave. Whoe'er thou art, I thank thee: that kind breeze · Phil. Prevailing, powerful virtue! Thou sub- Comes gently o'er my senses; lead me forward: duest

And is there left one charitable hand The stubborn heart, and mould'st it to thy pur- To reach its succours to a wretch like me? pose.

Euph. Well may’st thou ask it. Oh, my Would I could save them ! But though not for breaking heart!

The hand of death is on him. The glorious power to shelter innocence,

Evan. Still a little, Yet for a moment to assuage its woes,

A little onward to the air conduct me. Is the best sympathy, the purest joy,

'Tis well; I thank thee; thou art kind and good, Nature intended for the heart of man,

And much I wonder at this generous pity. When thus she gave the social generous tear. Euph. Dost thou not know me, sir?

[Exit. Eran. Methinks I know

That voice: art thou-alas ! my eyes are dim! SCENE II.-The Inside of the Cavern. Each object swims before me: No, in truth

I do not know thee.

Euph. Not your own Euphrasia ?
Arc. No: on my life I dare not.

Etan. Art thou


daughter! Euph. But a small,

Euph. Oh, my honoured sire! A wretched pittance; one poor cordial drop, Evin. My daughter, my Euphrasia ? come to To renovate exhausted drooping age.

close I ask no more.

A father's eyes! Given to my last embrace! Arc. Not the smallest store

Gods! do I hold her once again ? Your mercies Of scanty nourishment must pass these walls. Are without number. [Falls on the couch. Our lives were forfeit else: a moment's parley This excess of bliss Is all I grant ; in yonder cave he lies.

O'erpowers; it kills; Euphrasia—could I hope it? Evun. [Within the cell.] Oh struggling na- I die content. Art thou, indeed, my daughter? ture! let thy conflict end.

Thou art; my hand is moistened with thy tears; Oh! give me, give me rest.

I pray you do not weep; thou art my child: Euph. My father's voice !

I thank you, gods ! in my last dying moments It pierces here! it cleaves my very heart.

You have not left me. I would pour my praise; I shall expire, and never see him more.

But, oh, your goodness overcomes me quite ! Are. Repose thee, princess, here; (Draws a You read my heart; you see what passes there. couch.] here rest thy limbs,

Euph. Alas, he faints; the gushing tide of Til the returning blood shall lend thee firmness. transport Euph. The caves, the rocks, re-echo to his Bears down each feeble sense: restore him, groans !

Heaven ! And is there no relief?

Evan. All, my Euphrasia, all will soon be well. Arc. All I can grant

Pass but a moment, and this busy globe, You shall command. I will unbar the dungeon, Its thrones, its empires, and its bustling millions, Unloose the chain that binds him to the rock, Will seem a speck in the great void of space. And leave your interview without restraint. Yet while I stay, thou darling of my age!

(Opens a cell in the back scene. -Nay, dry those tears. Euph. Hold, hold, my heart ! Oh! how shall Euph. I will, my father. I sustain

Evan. Where,
The agonizing scene? [Rises.] I must behold I fear to ask it- -where is virtuous Phocion?

Euph, Fled from the tyrant's power.
Nature, that drives me on, will lend me force. Evan. And left thee here
Is that my father?

Exposed and helpless ?
Arc. Take your last farewell.

Euph. He is all truth and honour: His vigour seems not yet exhausted quite. He tied to save my child. You must be brief, or ruin will ensue. (Erit. Evan. My young Evander ! Evan. (Raising himself.] Oh! when shall I Your boy is safe, Euphrasia ? Oh, my heart ! get free? These lingering pangs

Alas! quite gone ; worn out with misery; Euph. Behold, ye powers, that spectacle of Oh, weak, decayed old man! woe!

Euph. Inhuman wretches! Evan. Dispatch me, pitying gods, and save my Will none relieve his want! A drop of water child !

Might save his life, and even that's denied him! I burn, I burn ; alas! no place of rest!

Evan. These strong emotions--Oh! that eager (Rises and comes out.

airA little air; once more a breath of air ;

It is too much-assist me; bear me hence, Alas! I faint-I die.

And lay me down in peace. Euph. Heart-piercing sight!

Euph. His eyes are fixed !


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