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How didst thou bear thy long, long sufferings ? | My life was theirs; each drop about my heart How
Pledged to the public cause; devoted to it: Endure their barbarous rage ?
That was my compact : is the subject's less ? Evan. My foes but did
If they are all debased, and willing slaves, To this old frame, what Nature's hand must do. The young but breathing to grow grey in bondage, In the worst hour of pain, a voice still whispered | And the old sinking to ignoble graves, me,
Of such a race no matter who is king. Rouse thee, Evander ; self-acquitting conscience And yet I will not think it; no! my people Declares thee blameless, and the gods behold Are brave and generous; I will trust their va thee.
lour. I was but going hence, by mere decay,
Euph. Yet stay; yet be advised. To that futurity which Plato taught,
Phil. As yet, my liege, Where the immortal spirit views the planets No plan is fixed, and no concerted measure. Roll round the mighty year, and, wrapt in bliss, The fates are busy: wait the vast event. Adores the ideas of the eternal mind.
Trust to my truth and honour. Witness, gods, Thither, oh! thither was Evander going, Here, in the temple of Olympian Jove, But thou recall'st me; thou !
Philotas swearsEuph. Timoleon too
Evan. Forbear: the man like thee, Invites thee back to life.
Who feels the best emotions of the heart, Ecan. And does he still
Truth, reason, justice, honour's fine excitements, Urge on the siege?
Acts by those laws, and wants no other sanction. Euph. His active genius comes
Euph. Again the alarm approaches; sure desTo scourge a guilty race. The Punic fleet,
truction Half lost, is swallowed by the roaring sea. To thee, to all, will follow :-hark! a sound The shattered refuse seek the Libyan shore, Comes hollow murmuring through the vaulted To bear the news of their defeat to Carthage.
aisle. Evan. These are thy wonders, Heaven! Abroad It gains upon the ear. Withdraw, my father ! thy spirit
Ali's lost if thou art seen. Moves o'er the deep, and mighty fleets are va- Phil. And, lo! Calippus nished.
Darts with the lightning's speed across the aisle. Euph. Ha Shark !-what noise is that? It Evan. Thou the senate-house convene my comes this way;
friends. Some busy footstep beats the hallowed pavement. Melanthon, Dion, and their brave associates, Oh! Sir, retire-Ye powers !--Philotas !--ha! Will shew that liberty has leaders still.
Anon I'll meet them there : my child, farewell; Enter PHILOTAS.
Thou shalt direct me now. Phil. For thee, Euphrasia, Dionysius calls. Euph. Too cruel fate! Some new suspicion goads him. Åt
The tomb is all the mansion I can give; I stopt Calippus, as with eager haste
My mother's tomb! (EVANDER enters the tomb. He bent.this way to seek thee.-Oh! my sove- Phil. You must be brief; the alarm reign,
Each moment nearer comes.
In every sound My king, my injured master, will
Destruction threatens. Ha! by Heaven this way The wrongs I've done thee?
Calippus comes-Let me retard his speed. (Erit. (Kneels to EVANDER. Euph. (Co:ning forward.] How my distracted Evan. Virtue such as thine,
heart throbs wild with fear! From the fierce trial of tyrannic power,
What brings Calippus ? wherefore ? save me Shines forth with added lustre.
Alarms suspicion : the king knows thy plottings, Falls from a throne usurped.
Thy rooted hatred to the state and him. Etan. But ere he pays
His sovereign will commands thee to repair, The forfeit of his crimes, what streams of blood This moment, to his presence. Shall flow in torrents round! Methinks I might Euph. Ha ! what means Prevent this waste of nature I'll go forth, The tyrant !I obey, [Exit CAL.) and, oh! ye And to my people shew their rightful king.
powers, Euph. Banish that thought : forbear; the rash Ye ministers of Heaven ! defend my father; attempt
Support his drooping age; and when anon Were fatal to our hopes; oppressed, dismayed, Avenging justice shakes her crimson steel, The people look aghast, and, wan with fear, Oh! be the grave, at least, a place of rest ; None will espouse your cause.
That, from his covert in the hour of peace, Evan. Yes, all will dare
Forth he may come to bless a willing people, To act like men ;-their king, I gave myself And be your own just image here on earth! To a whole people. I made no reserve;
\Exit. ACT IV.
A more than Ilector here. Though Carthage fis, SCENE I.
Ourself, still Dionysius here remains.
And means the Greek to treat of terms of peace! Enter MELANTHON and PuuLOTAS.
By Heaven, this panting bosom hoped to meet Mel. Away! no more; pernicious, vile dis- His boasted phalanx on the embattled plain
. sembler !
And doth he now, on peaceful couneils bent, Phil. Wherefore this frantic rage?
Dispatch his herald --Let the slave approach. Melan. Thou canst not varnish,
Enter the Herald. With thy perfidious arts, a crime like this. I climbed the rugged cliff; but, oh! thou traitor, Dion. Now, speak thy purpose ; what doch Where is Evander ! Through each dungeon's Greece impart? gloom
Her. Timoleon, sir, whose great renown in I sought the good old king; the guilt is thine; May vengeance wait thee for it!
Is equalled only by the softer virtues Phil. Still, Melanthon,
Of mild humanity, that sway his heart, Let prudence guide thee.
Sends mc, his delegate, to offer terms, Melan, Thou hast plunged thee down On which even foes may well accord; on which Far as the lowest depth of hell-born crimes ; The fiercest nature, though it spurn at justice, Thou hast out-gone all registers of guilt; May sympathise with his. 'Beyond all fable hast thou sinned, Philotas.
Dion. Unfold thy mystery; Phil. By Heaven thou wrong'st me: didst Thou shalt be heard. thou know, old man
Her. The generous leader sees, Melun. Could not his reverend age, could not With pity sees, the wild destructive havock his virtue,
Of ruthless war; he hath surveyed around His woes unnumbered, soften thee to pity ? The heaps of slain that cover yonder field, Thou hast destroyed my king.
And, touched with generous sense of human woe, Phil. Yet wilt thou hear me?
Veeps o'er his victories. Your king still lives.
Dion. Your leader weeps! Melan. Thou vile deceiver !--Lives !
Then, let the author of those ills thou speak'st of, But where ! Away; no more. I charge thee, Let the ambitious factor of destruction, leave me.
Timely retreat, and close the scene of blood. Phil. We have removed him to a sure asylum. Why doth affrighted peace behold his standard Melan. Removed !—Thou traitor! what dark Upreared in Sicily? and wherefore here privacy
The iron ranks of war, from which the shepherd Why move him thence? The vile assassin's stab Retires appalled, and leaves the blasted hopes Has closed his days-calm, unrelenting villain ! Of half the year, while closer to her breast I know it all.
The mother clasps her infant? Phil. By every power above,
Her. 'Tis not mine Evander lives ; in safety lives. Last night, To plead Timoleon's cause; not mine the office When in his dark embrace sleep wrapt the world, To justify the strong, the righteous motives, Euphrasia came, a spectacle of woe;
That urge him to the war; the only scope Dared to approach our guard, and with her tears, My deputation aims at, is, to fix With vehemence of grief, she touched my heart. An interval of peace, a pause of horror, I gave her father to her.
That they, whose bodies on the naked shore Melan. How, Philotas !
Lie weltering in their blood, from either host If thou dost not deceive me
May meet the last sad rites to nature due, Phil. No, by Heaven !
And decent lie in honourable graves.
Dion. Go tell your leader, his pretexts are rain.
Let him with those that live, embark for Greece, I'll tell thee each particular ; thy king, Mean while, is safe--but lo! the tyrant comes ;
And leave our peaceful plains; the mangled limbs
Of those he murdered, from my tender care With guilt like his I must equivocate,
Shall meet due obsequies. And teach even truth and honour to dissemble. Her. The hero, sir, Enter Dionysius, CALIPPUS, $c.
Wages no war with those, who bravely die.
'Tis for the dead I supplicate ; for them Dion. Away each vain alarm; the sun goes We sue for peace: and to the living, too, down;
Timoleon would extend it ; but the groans Nor yet Timoleon issues from his fleet. There let him ligger on the wave-worn beach ;
Of a whole people have unsheathed his sword.
A single day will pay the funeral rites. Here, the vain Greck shall find another Troy, To-morrow's sun inay see both armies meet
Without hostility, and all in honour;
Has touched your heart, oh! send me, send me You, to inter the troops, who bravely fell ;
to him! We, on our part, to give an humble sod
Dion. Controul this wild alarm; with prudent To those, who gained a footing on the isle, And by their death have conquered.
Philotas shall conduct him ; here I grant Dion. Be it so;
The tender interview. I grant thy suit: soon as to-morrow's dawn Euph. Disastrous fate!' Üllumes the world, the rage of wasting war Ruin impends !---This will discover all ; In vain shall thirst for blood : but mark my words; I'll perish first: provoke his utmost rage. (Aside, If the next orient sun behold you here,
Though much I languish to behold my father, That hour shall see me, terrible in arms, Yet now it were not fit-the sun goes down ; Deluge yon plain, and let destruction loose. Night falls apace : soon as returning dayThou know'st my last resolve, and now, farewell. Dion. This night, this very hour, you both Some careful officer conduct him forth.
(Exit Herald. Together, you may serve the state and me. By Heaven, the Greek hath offered to my sword Thou seest the havock of wide-wasting war ; An easy prey; a sacrifice to glut
And more, full well you know, are still to bleed, My great revenge. Calippus, let each soldier, Thou may'st prevent their fate. This night, resign his wearied limbs to rest, Euph. Oh! give the means, That ere the dawn, with renovated strength, And I will bless thee for it, On the unguarded, unsuspecting foe,
Dion. From a Greek, Disarmed, and bent on superstitious rites, Torments have wrung the truth. Thy husband, From every quarter we may rush undaunted,
Dion. He, 'tis he My valiant friends, haste to your several posts, Hath kindled up this war ; with treacherous arts And let this night a calm unruffled spirit Inflamed the states of Greece, and now the Lie hushed in sleep: away, my friends, disperse ! traitor Philotas, waits Euphrasia, as we ordered ? Comes, with a foreign aid, to wrest my crown. Phil. She's here at hand.
Euph. And does my Phocion share l'imoleon's Dion. Admit her to our presence.
List on his side ; against the hostile javelin
Uprear his mighty buckler; to his sword,
presence? Dion. Approach, fair mourner, and dispel thy With wreaths of triumph, and with conquest fears.
crowned, Thy grief, thy tender duty to thy father And his Euphrasia spring with rapture to him, Has touched me nearly. In his lone retreat, Melt in his arms, and a whole nation's voice Respect, attendance, every lenient care
Applaud my hero with a love like mine! To sooth affliction, and extend his life,
Dion. Ungrateful fair ! Has not our sovereign Evander has commanded,
will Euph. Vile dissembler!
On thy descendants fixed Sicilia's crown? Detested homicide! [ Aside.)--And has thy heart Have I not vowed protection to your boy? Felt for the wretched ?
Euph. From thee the crown ! From thee! Eu. Dion. Urgencies of state
phrasia's children Abridged his liberty; but to his person
Shall on a nobler basis found their rights ; All honour hath been paid.
On their own virtue, and a people's choice.
Dion. Misguided woman!
The father's valour shall protect his boy.
Dion. Rush not on sure destruction ; ere too If here to meet him in a fond embrace,
late, Will calm thy breast, and dry those beauteous Accept our proffered grace. The terms are these; tears,
Instant send forth a message to your husband; A moment more shall bring him to your presence.
Bid him draw off his Greeks, unmoor his fleet, Euph. Ha ! lead him hither! Sir, to move him And measure back his way. Full well he knows now,
You and your father are my hostages; Aged, infirm, worn out with toil and years
And for his treason both may answer. No, let me seek him rather---If soft pity
Euph. Think'st thou, then,
So meanly of my Phocion ?
-Dost thou deem him
SCENE II.-The Inside of the Temple. Poorly wound up to mere fit of valour,
Enter Phocion and MELANTHON. To melt away in a weak woman's tear? Oh! thou dost little know him: know'st but Pho. Each step I move, a grateful terror shakes little
My frame to dissolution. Of his exalted soul. With generous ardour Melan. Summon all Still will he urge the great, the glorious plan, Thy wonted firmness; in that dreary vault: And gain the ever honoured, bright reward, A living king is numbered with the dead. Which fame entwines around the patriot's brow, I'll take my post, near where the pillared aisle And bids for ever flourish on his tomb,
Supports the central dome, that no alarm For nations freed, and tyrants laid in dust. Surprise you in the pious act.
[Exit. Dion. By Heaven ! this night Evander breathes Pho. If here his last !
They both are found ; if, in Evander's arms, Euph. Better for him to sink at once to rest, Euphrasia meets my search, the fates atone Than linger thus beneath the gripe of famine, For all my sufferings, all afflictions past. In a vile dungeon, scooped, with barbarous skill, Yes, I will seek them-ha!-the gaping tomb Deep in the flinty rock; a monument
Invites my steps—Now be propitious, Heaven! Of that fell malice, and that black suspicion,
(He enters the tomb. That marked your fatber's reign; a dungeon drear
Enter EUPHRASIA. Prepared for innocence !--Vice lived secure, It flourished, triumphed, grateful to his heart; Euph. All hail, ye caves of horror! - In this 'Twas virtue only could give umbrage; then,
gloom In that black period, to be great and good Divine content can dwell, the heartfelt tear, Was a state crime; the powers of genius, then, Which, as it falls, a father's trembling hand Were a constructive treason.
Will catch, and wipe the sorrows from my eye. Dion. Ha! beware,
Thou power supreme! whose all pervading mind Nor with vile calumny provoke my rage. Guides this great frame of things; who now beEuph. Whate'er was laudable, whate'er was worthy,
Who, in that cave of death, art full as perfect Sunk under foul oppression; freeborn men As in the gorgeous palace, now, while night Were torn in private from their household gods, Broods o'er the world, I'll to thy sacred shrine, Shut from the light of heaven in caverned cells, And supplicate thy mercies to my father. Chained to the grunsel edge, and left to pine Who's there?- Evander - Answer— tell me In bitterness of soul; while, in the vaulted roof, speakThe tyrant sat, and, through a secret channel, Collected every sound; heard each complaint
Enter PHOcion, from the Tomb. Of martyred virtue; kept a register
Pho. What voice is that?-Melanthon! Of sighs and groans by cruelty extorted;
Euph. Ha! those sounds-
Dion. Obdurate woman! obstinate in ill! Art thou Euphrasia ? Tis thy Phocion, love;
Euph. Support me! reach thy hand! Euph. Thy doom, perhaps,
Pho. Once more I clasp her in this fond en:May first be fixed: the doom that ever waits
brace! The fell oppressor, from a throne usurped Euph. What miracle has brought thee to me? Hurled headlong down. Think of thy father's Pho. Love fate
Inspired my heart, and guided all my ways. At Corinth, Dionysius!
Euph. Oh! thou dear wanderer! But whereDion. Ha! this night
fore here? Evander dies; and thou, detested fair ! Why in this place of woe? My tender little one, Thou shalt behold him, while inventive cruelty Say, is he safe? oh! satisfy a mother; Pursues his wearied life through every nerve. Speak of my child, or I grow wild at once! I scorn all dull delay. This very night
Tell me his fate, and tell me all thy own. Shall sate my great revenge.
Exit. Pho. Your boy is safe, Euphrasia ; lives te Euph. This night, perhaps,
reign Shall whelm thee down, no more to blast crea- In Sicily, Timoleon's generous care tion.
Protects him in his camp; dispel thy fears; My father, who inhabit'st with the dead, The gods once more will give him to thy arms. Now let me seek thee in the lonely tomb,
Euph. My father lives sepulchred, ere his time, And tremble there with anxious hope and fear. Here in Eudocia's tomb; let me conduct thee.
(Exit. Pho. I came this moment thence.
Euph. And saw Evander ?
And a whole winter gathers oa his brow, Pho. Alas! I found him not.
Looking tranquillity; even then, beneath, Euph. Not found him there?
The fuelled entrails summon all their rage, And have they, then-have the fell murderers-- Till the affrighted shepherd round him sees Oh!
The sudden ru n, the volcano's burst, Pho. I've been too rash; revive, my love, re- Mountains hurled up in air, and molten rocks, vive!
And all the land with desolation covered. Thy Phocion calls; the gods will guard Evander, Melan. Now, Phocion, now, on thee our hope And save him, to reward thy matchless virtue.
Fly to Timoleon; I can grant a passport; Enter EVANDER and MELANTHON.
Rouse him to vengeance ; on the tyrant turn Evan. Lead me, Melanthon, guide my aged His own insidious arts, or all is lost. steps:
Pho. Evander, thou, and thou, my best Eu Where is he? Let me see him.
phrasia, Pho. My Euphrasia
Both shall attend my flight. Thy father lives ! - Thou venerable man!
Melan. It were in vain ; Behold—I cannot fly to thy embrace !
The attempt would hazard all. Euph. These agonies must end me; ah, my Euph. Together, here, father !
We will remain, safe in the cave of death ; Again I have him; gracious Powers! again And wait our freedom from thy conquering arm. I clasp his
hand, and bathe it with my tears ! Evan. Oh! would the gods roll back the Evan. Euphrasia ! Phocion too! Yes, both are stream of time, here;
And give this arm the sinew that it boasted Oh! let me thus, thus strain you to my heart. At Tauromenium, when its force resistless
Pho. Protected by a daughter's tender care, Mowed down the ranks of war ; I then might By my Euphrasia saved ! That sweet reflection
guide Exalts the bliss to rapture.
The battle's rage, and, ere Evander die, Euph. Why, my father,
Add still another laurel to my brow. Why thus adventure forth? The strong alarm Euph. Enough of laurelled victory your sword O’erwhelmed my spirits.
Hath reaped in earlier days.
Evan. And shall my sword,
Though worn with age, this arm will know its office;
Will shew that victory has not forgot
Acquaintance with this hand. And yet-O shame! Euph. Philotas ! ha! what means
It will not be: the momentary blaze
Survived my reign, my people, and myself.
Euph. Fly, Phocion, fiy; Melanthon will conFor thee, Evander; thee his rage hath ordered
duct thee. This moment to his presence.
Melan. And when the assault begins, my faithEvan. Lead me to him :
ful cohorts His
presence hath no terror for Evander. Shall form their ranks around this sacred dome Euph. Horror! it must not be.
Pho. And my poor captive friends, my brave Phil. No; never, never !
companions I'll perish rather. But the time demands Taken in battle, wilt thou guard their lives? Our utmost vigour; with the lightning's speed Melan. Trust to my care: no danger shall asDecisive, rapid. With the scorpion stings
sail them. Of conscience lashed, despair and horror seize Pho. By Heaven, the glorious expectationswells him,
This panting bosom! Yes, Euphrasia, yes; And guilt but serves to goad his tortured mind Awhile I leave you to the care of Heaven. To blacker crimes. His policy has granted Fell Dionysius, tremble ! ere the dawn A day's suspense from arms; yet even now Timoleon" thunders at your gates; the rage, His troops prepare, in the dead midnight hour, The pent-up rage of twenty thousand Greeks, With base surprise, to storm Timoleon's camp. Shall burst at once, and the tumultuous roar Evan. And doth he grant a false, insidious Alarm the astonished world. The brazen gates truce,
Asunder shall be rent; the towers, the rainparts, To turn the hour of peace to blood and horror? Shall yield to Grecian valour ; death and rage Euph. I know the monster well: when speci. Through the wide city's round shall wade in gore, ous seeming
And guilty men awake to gasp their last. Becalms bis looks, the rankling heart within Melanthon, come. Teem s with destruction. Like our mount Ætna, Evan. Yet, ere thou go'st, young man, When the deep snows invest his lioary head, Attend my words: though guilt may oft provoke,