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As now it does, just vengeance on its head, Euph. Ye guardian deities, watch all his ways! In mercy punish it. The
rage of slaughter Erun. Come, my Euphrasia, in this interval Can add no trophy to the victor's triumph; Together we will seek the sacred altar, Bid him not shed unnecessary blood.
And thank the god, whose presence fills the Conquest is proud, inexorable, fierce;
dome, It is humanity ennobles all.
For the best gift his bounty could bestow, So thinks Evander, and so tell Timoleon. The virtue he has given thee; there we will pour Pho. Farewell; the midnight hour shall give Our hearts in praise, in tears of adoration, you freedom.
For all the wond'rous goodness lavished on us. [Erit with MELAN. and PAIL.
Dion. Once more approach, and hear me; 'tis
A time to waste in the vain war of words. Dion. Ere the day closed, while yet the busy A crisis big with horror is at hand. eye
I meant to spare the stream of blood, that soon Might view their camps, their stations, and their
Shall deluge yonder plains. My fair proposals guards,
Thy haughty spirit bas with scorn rejected. Their preparations for approaching night,
And now, by Heaven, here, in thy very sight, Didst thou then mark the motions of the Greeks?
Evander breathes his last. Cal. From the watch-tower I saw them: all
Euph. The truce you have granted, things spoke
Suspends the rage of war : mean time, send forth A foe secure, and discipline relaxed.
The orators of peace with olive crowned.
Timoleon, good and just, and ever willing
To conquer rather by persuasive truth,
Than by devouring slaughter, will agree
In friendly parley to assert his rights,
And compromise the war.
Dion. And must I sue
For terms of peace? To an invader sue?
Since you, the fiend of Syracuse and Greece, And the friend, sought some vestige of the face Of him who died in battle; night came on;
Since you thus urge me on to desperate daring,
Your father first-of him I'll be assured
Euph. If yet there's wanting
A crime to fill the measure of thy guilt, War, and its train of duties, all forgot.
Add that black murder to the dreadful list; Dion. Their folly gives them to my sword; are With that complete the horrors of thy reign. all
Dion. Woman, beware: Philotas is at hand, My orders issued ? Cal. All.
And to our presence leads Evander. All Dion. The troops retired,
Thy dark complottings, and thy treacherous arts,
Have proved abortive.
Euph. Ha! What new event ?
And is Philotas false? Has he betrayed him? Dion. Anon
(Aside. Let each brave officer, of chosen valour, Forsake his couch, and with deliberate spirit,
Dion. Evander's doom is sealed—What, ho!
Philotas; Meet at the citadel. An hour at farthest
Now shalt thou see him dic in pangs
before Before the dawn, 'tis fixed to storm their camp;
Euph. How my heart sinks within me !
Dion. Where's your prisoner? [Exit CAL.
Phil. Evander is no more.
Dion. Ha! death has robbed me
Of half my great revenge.
Phil. Woin out with anguish,
I saw life ebb apace. With studied art,
He heaved a sigh; invoked his daughter's name, Cal. 'Tis great occasion calls; Timoleon's arSmiled, and expired.
dour Dion. Bring me his hoary head.
Comes rushing on; his works rise high in air, Phil. You'll pardon, sir, my over-hasty zeal.) Advance each day, and tower above our walls. I gave the body to the foaming surge,
One brave exploit may free us-Lo! the king, Down the steep rock, despised.
Enter DIONYSIUS. Dion. Now rave and shriek, And rend your scattered hair. No more Evander Dion. Ye brave associates, who so oft have Shall sway Sicilia's sceptre.
shared Euph. Mighty gods
Our toil and danger in the field of glory, The hardened heart, the man elate with pride, My fellow-warriors, what no god could promise, View with compassion ! To the bad extend Fortune hath given us. In his dark embrace Some portion of your mercy; crimes and blood Lo! sleep envelops the whole Grecian camp. Have made their souls a seat of desolation, Against a foe, the outcasts of their country, Of woe, despair, and horror! Turn to them Freebooters roving in pursuit of prey, An eye of pity : whom your bounty formed Success by war, or covert stratagem, To truth, to goodness, and to generous deeds, Alike is glorious. Then, my gallant friends, On them no more from your bright stores of What need of words? The generous call of freebliss
dom, You need dispense : their virtue will support Your wives, your children, your invaded rights, them.
All that can steel the patriot breast with valour, Dion. Now, then, thou feel'st my vengeance. Expands and rouses in the swelling heart. Euph. Glory in it;
Follow the impulsive ardour! follow me, Exult and triumph. The worst shaft is sped. Your king, your leader; in the friendly gloom Yet still the unconquered mind with scorn can Of night assault their camp; your country's love, view thee;
And fame eternal, shall attend the men, With the calm sunshine of the breast can see Who marched through blood and horror, to reThy power unequal to subdue the soul,
deem, Which virtue formed, and which the gods protect. From the invader's power, their native land. Dion. Philotas, bear her hence; she shall not Cal. Lead to the onset ; Greece shall find we live.
bear This moment bear her hence; you know the rest. Hearts prodigal of blood, when honour calls, Go, see our will obeyed; that done, with all Resolved to conquer or to die in freedom. A warrior's speed, attend me at the citadel ; Dion. Thus I've resolved: when the declining There meet the heroes, whom this night shall
Hath veiled her orb, our silent march begins. To freedom, victory, to glorious havoc,
The order thus :- Calippus, thou lead forth And the destruction of the Grecian name. [Erit. Iberia's sons, with the Numidian bands, Euph. Accept my thanks, Philotas; generous And line the shore. Perdiccas, be it thine man !
To march thy cohorts to the mountain's foot, These tears attest the emotions of my heart. Where the wood skirts the valley: there make halt, But oh! should Greece defer
Till brave Amyntor stretch along the vale. Phil. Dispel thy fears ;
Ourself, with the embodied cavalry Phocion will bring relief; or should the tyrant Clad in their mailed cuirass, will circle round Assault their camp, he'll meet a marshalled foe. To where their camp extends its furthest line; Let me conduct thee to the silent tomb.
Unnumbered torches there shall blaze, at once, Euph. Ah! there Evander, naked and dis. The signal of the charge; then, oh! my friends, armed,
On every side let the wild uproar loose;
In hostile blood, and riot in destruction,
Enter an Officer.
To arms, my liege; the foe breaks in upon us; Euph. Ye pitying gods, protect my father The subterraneous path is theirs; that way there!
(Ereunt. | Their band invades the city, sunk in sleep.
Dion. Treason's at work; detested, treacherSCENE II.-The Citadel.
ous villains !
Is this their promised truce ? Away, my friends, CALIPPUS and several Officers. Rouse all the war; fly to your several posts, 1st Offi
. What new event thus summons us And instant bring all Syracuse in arms. together?
And that drear vault intomb us all in peace.
(Puts up the dagger. Cal. Melanthon, now collect your faithful Hark! how the upróar swells ! Alas! what numbands.
bers Melan. Do thou pursue the king; attend his In Dionysius' cause shall yield their throats steps !
To the destructive sword! Aloft I climbed Timoleon lords it in the captive city.
The temple's vaulted roof; the scene beneath (Exit CAL. Is horrible to sight; the domes and palaces
Blaze to the sky; and where the flames forbear, Enter PHILOTAS.
The Greeks, enraged, brandish the gleaming Melan. Philotas, vengeance has begun its sword. work.
From the high roofs, to shun the raging fire, Phil. The gods have sent relief; dismay, and Wretches precipitate their fall. But, ob ! terror,
No pause, no mercy; to the edge of the sword And wild amaze, and death in every shape, They give their bodies; butchered, gashed with Fill the affrighted city.
wounds, Melan. Tyrant, now
They die in mangled heaps, and, with their limbs, The inevitable hour of fate is come.
Cover the sanguine pavement.
That sudden burst! Again! They rush upon us ! Still the wild uproar, and bid slaughter cease. The portal opens; lo! see there; behold!
[Exeunt. War, horrid war invades the sacred fane;
No altar gives a sanctuary now. (Warlike music. Enter DIONYSIUS.
Enter DIONYSIUS and CALIPPUS, with several Dion. Why sleep the coward slaves ! All
Soldiers. things conspire; The gods are leagued; I see them raze my Dion. Here will I mock their siege ; here stand towers,
at bay, My walls and bulwarks fall; and Neptune's tri- And brave them to the last. dent
Cal. Our weary foes From its foundation heaves the solid rock.
Desist from the pursuit.
Dion. Though all betray me,
, the temple's ponderous roof, What, ho! my guards; arise, or wake no more. The mansion of the gods combined against me,
Shall first be crushed, and lie in ruin with me, Enter CALIPPUS.
Euphrasia here! Detested, treacherous woman! Cal. This way, my liege; our friends, a valiant For my revenge preserved! By Heaven 'tis well; band,
Vengeance awaits thy guilt, and this good sword Assemble here.
Thus sends thee to atone the bleeding victims, Dion. Give me to meet the Greek !
This night has massacred. Our only safety lies in brave despair. (Exeunt. Cul. (Holding DIONYSIUS's arm.] My liege, forSCENE III.— The Inside of the Temple. A Mo Her life preserved may plead your cause with nument in the Middle.
And mitigate your fate.
Dion. Presumptuous slave!
My rage is up in arms; by Heaven she dies !
Enter EVANDER from the Tomb. Shall we direct our steps ? What sacred altar Evan. Horror ! forbear! Thou murderer, hold Clasp on our knees ?
thy hand! Erir. Alas! the horrid tumult
The gods behold thee, horrible assassin ! Spreads the destruction wide. On every side Restrain the blow ; it were a stab to Heaven; The victor's shouts, the groans of murdered All nature shudders at it! Will no friend wretches,
Arm, in a cause like this, a father's hand ? In wild confusion rise. Once more descend Strike at this bosom rather. Lo! Evander Eudocia's tomb; there thou may’st find a shelter. Prostrate and grovelling on the earth before thee; Euph. Anon, Erixene, I mean to visit,
He begs to die; exhaust the scanty drops Perhaps, for the last time, a mother's urn. That lag about his heart; but spare my child ! This dagger there, this instrument of death, Dion. Evander !-Do my eyes once more beShould fortune prosper the fell tyrant's arms,
hold him ! This dagger, then, may free me from his power, May the fiends seize Philotas! Treacherous slave!
'Tis well thou liv'st; thy death were poor revenge | My ever honoured sire, it gives thee life.
[Offers to strike. Evan. My child ! my daughter! saved again Euph. No, tyrant, no;
(Embraces her. (Rushing before Evan. I have provoked your vengeance; through this 4 flourish of Trumpets.-Enter Phocion, ME
LANTHON, PHILOTAS, &c. Open a passage ; first on me, on me
Pho. Now, let the monster yield. My best Exhaust your fury ; every power above
Euphrasia! Commands tbee to respect that aged head : Euph. My lord ! my Phocion! welcome to His withered frame wants blood to glut thy rage ; Strike here; these veins are full; here's blood Lo! there the wonders of Euphrasia's arm ! enough;
Pho. And is the proud one fallen! The dawn The purple tide will gush to glad thy sight.
shall see him Dion. Amazement blasts and freezes every A spectacle for public view. Euphrasia !
Evander too! Thus to behold you bothThey shall not live. Ha! the fierce tide of war Evan. To her direct thy looks; there fix thy
(A flourish of trumpets. praise, This way comes rushing on.
And gaze with wonder there. The life I gave (Goes to the top of the stage. her, Euph. (Embracing Evan.) OŃ ! thus, my Oh, she has used it for the noblest ends ! father,
To fill each duty ; make her father feel We'll perish thus together.
The purest joy, the heart-dissolving bliss Dion. Bar the gates ;
To have a grateful child. But has the rage Close every passage, and repel their force. Of slaughter ceased ? Evan. And must I see thee bleed? Oh! for a Pho. It has. sword!
Evan. Where is Timoleon ? Bring, bring me daggers !
Pho. He guards the citadel; there gives his Dion. (Advancing.) Guards, seize the slave,
orders And give him to my rage.
To calm the uproar, and recall from carnage Etan. (Seized by the guards.] Oh! spare her, His conquering troops.
Euph. Oh! once again, my father, Inhuman villains !
Thy sway shall bless the land. Not for himself Euph. Now, one glorious effort!
Timoleon conquers; to redress the wrongs Dion. Let me dispatch ; thou traitor, thus Of bleeding Sicily the hero comes. my arm
Thee, good Melanthon, thee, thou generous man, Euph. A daughter's arm, fell monster, strikes His justice shall reward. Thee, too, Philotas, the blow.
(Stabs him. Whose sympathizing heart could feel the touch Yes, first she strikes; an injured daughter's arm Of soft humanity, the hero's bounty, Sends thee devoted to the infernal gods. His brightest honours, shall be lavished on thee.
(He falls. Evander, too, will place thee near his throne ; Dion. Detested fiend! Thus by a woman's And shew mankind, even on this shore of being, hand!
That virtue still shall meet its sure reward. Euph. Yes, tyrant, yes ; in a dear father's Phil. I am rewarded : feelings such as mine cause,
Are worth all dignities; my heart repays me. A woman's vengeance towers above her sex. Evan. Come, let us seek Timoleon; to his Dion. May curses blast thy arm! May Ætna's fires
I will commend ye both: for now, alas ! Convulse the land; to its foundation shake Thrones and dominions now no more for me. The groaning isle! May civil discord bear To thee I give my crown: yes, thou Euphrasia, Her flaming brand through all the realms of Shall reign in Sicily. And oh! ye powers, Greece ;
In that bright eminence of care and peril
, And the whole race expire in pangs like mine! Watch over all her ways; conduct and guide
[Dies. The goodness you inspired; that she may prove, Euph. Behold, all Sicily, behold! The point If e'er distress like mine invade the land, Glows with the tyrant's blood. Ye slaves, (To A parent to her people; stretch the ray the guards.) look there!
Of filial piety to times unborn, Kneel to your rightful king: the blow for free- That men may hear her unexampled virtue, dom
And learn to emulate THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER! Ģives you the rights of men ! and oh! my
(Exeunt omnes. ther,
THE Grecian Daughter's compliments to all ;
Passions burn, Begs that for Epilogue you will not call;
And bets are double ! For leering, giggling would be out of season,
Double, double ! But hopes, by me, you'll hear a little reason.
Toil and trouble, A father rais'd from death! a nation sav'd !
Passions burn, A tyrant's crimes by female spirit brav'd !
And all is bubble. The tyrant stabb’d, and by her nerveless arm, But jest apart, (for scandal forms these tales,) With virtue's spell surrounding guards could Falsehoods be mute; let Justice hold the scales. charm!
Britons were ne'er enslav'd by evil pow'rs: Can she, this sacred tumult in her breast,
and wedded love they give the midnight Turn Father, Freedom, Virtue, all to jest ?
hours. Wake you, ye fair ones, from your sweet repose, From slumbers pure no rattling dice can wake'em: As wanton zephyrs wake the sleeping rose ? Who make the
laws, were never known to break Dispel these clouds which o'er your eye-lids
'Tis false, ye fair, whatever spleen may say, Which our wise bard mistook, and swore you That you down folly's tide are borne away.
You never wish at deep distress to sneer; Shall she to macaronies life restore,
For eyes, tho' bright, are brighter thro' a tear. Who yawn'd half dead, and curs'd the tragic Should it e'er be the nation's wretched fate, Bore?
To laugh at all that's good and wise and great: Dismiss 'em smirking to their nightly haunt, Let Genius rouse, the friend of human kind, Where dice and cards their moon-struck minds To break those spells which charm, and sink the enchant?
mind : Some, muffled like the witches in Macbeth, Let Comedy, with pointed ridicule, Brood o'er the magic circle, pale as death! Pierce to the quick each knave and vicious fool: Others the cauldron go about-about !
Let Tragedy—a warning to the times,
Lift high her dagger at exalted crimes;
Drive from the heart each base, unmanly passion,
Till Virtue triumph in despite of Fashion.