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now,

care

Sends me his delegate to offer terms,

Dion. Approach, fair mourner, and dispel thy On which even foes may well accord; on which

fears. The fiercest nature, though it spurn at justice, Thy grief, thy tender duty to thy father, May sympathize with his.

Has touch'd me nearly. In his lone retreat, Õion. Unfold thy mystery ;

Respect, attendance, ev'ry lenient care Thou shalt be heard.

To soothe affliction, and extend his life, Her. The gen'rous leader sees,

Evander has commanded. With pity sees the wild, destructive havoc Euph. Vile dissembler ! Of ruthless war; he hath survey'd around Detested homicide! (Aside.) And has thy heart The heaps of slain that cover yonder field, Felt for the wretched ? And, touch'd with gen'rous sense of human wo, Dion. Urgencies of state Weeps o'er his victories.

Abridg'd his liberty; but to his person Dion. Your leader weeps :

All honour hath been paid. Then let the author of those ills thou speak'st of, Euph. The righteous gods Let th' ambitious factor of destruction,

Have mark'd thy ways, and will in time repay Timely retreat, and close the scene of blood. Just retribution. Why doth affrighted peace behold his standard Dion. If to see thy father, Uprear'd in Sicily? and wherefore here

If here to meet him in a fond embrace, The iron ranks of war, from which the shepherd Will calm thy breast, and dry those beauteous Retires appall’d, and leaves the blasted hopes

tears, Of half the year, while closer to her breast A moment more shall bring him to your presence. The mother clasps her infant ?

Euph. Ha! lead him hither ! Sír, to move him Her. 'Tis not mine To plead Timoleon's cause; not mine the office Aged, infirm, worn out, with toil and years To justify the strong, the righteous, motives No, let me seek him rather-If soft pity To urge him to the war : the only scope Has touch'd your heart, oh! send me, send me, My deputation aims at, is to fix

to him. An interval of peace, a pause of horror,

Dion. Control this wild alarm; with prudent That they, whose bodies on the naked shore Lie welt'ring in their blood, from either host Philotas shall conduct him; here I grant May meet the last sad rites to nature due, The tender interview. And decent lie in honourable graves.

Euph. Disastrous fate! Dion. Go tell your leader his pretexts are vain. Ruin impends !- This will discover all ; Let him, with those that live, embark for Greece, I'll perish first; provoke his utmost rage. (Aside. And leave our peaceful plains; the mangled limbs Though much I languish to behold my father, Of those he murder'd, from my tender care Yet now it were not fit-the sun goes down; Shall meet due obsequies.

Night falls apace; soon as returning dayHer. The hero, Sir,

Dion. This night, this very hour, you both must Wages no war with those who bravely die.

meet. "Tis for the dead I supplicate; for them Together you may serve the state and me. We sue for peace; and to the living too Thou seest the havoc of wide-wasting war; Timoleon would extend it, but the groans And more, full well you know, are still to bleed. Of a whole people have unsheath'd his sword. Thou may'st prevent their fate. A single day will pay the funeral rites.

Euph. Oh! give the means, To-mormw's sun may see both armies meet And I will bless thee for it. Without hostility, and all in honour;

Dion. From a Greek You to inter the troops who bravely fell; Torments have wrung the truth. Thy husband, We, on our part, to give an humble sod

Phocion To those who gain'd a footing on the isle,

Euph. Oh! say, speak of my Phocion. And by their death have conquer'd.

Dion. He; 'tis he Dion. Be it so;

Hath kindled up this war; with treach'rous arts I grant thy suit : soon as to-morrow's dawn Inflam'd the states of Greece, and now the traitor Illume the world, the rage of wasting war Comes with a foreign aid to wrest my crown. In vain shall thirst for blood : and now farewell. Euph. And does my Phocion share Timoleon's Some careful officer conduct him forth.

glory?

[Erit HERALD. Dion. With him invests our walls, and bids By heaven the Greek hath offer'd to my sword

rebellion An easy prey; a sacrifice to glut

Erect her standard here.
My great revenge. Away, my friends, disperse. Euph. Oh! bless him, gods !
Philotas, waits Euphrasia as we order'd ? Where'er my hero treads the paths of war,
Phil. She's here at hand.

List on his side; against the hostile jav'lin
Dion. Admit her to our presence.

Uprear his mighty buckler; to his sword Rage and despair, a thousand warring passions, Lend the fierce whirlwind's rage, that he may All rise by turns, and piecemeal rend my heart'; Yet ev'ry means, all measures must be tried. With wreaths of triumph, and with conquests To sweep the Grecian spoiler from the land,

crown'd,
And fix the crown unshaken on my brow. And a whole nation's voice

Applaud my hero with a love like mine!
Enter EUPHRASIA.

Dion. Ungrateful fair ! Has not our sov'reign

will Euph. What sudden cause requires Euphrasia's On thy descendants fix'd Sicilia's crown? presence ?

Have I not vow'd protection to your boy?

come

Euph. From thee the crown! From thee!

Enter EUPHRASIA.
Euphrasia's children

Euph. All hail, ye caves of horror - In this Shall on a nobler basis found their rights,

gloom On their own virtue, and a people's choice. Divine content can dwell, the heartfelt tear, Dion. Misguided woman!

Which, as it falls, a father's trembling hand Euph. Ask of thee protection !

Will catch, and wipe the sorrows from my eye. The father's valour shall protect his boy.

Who's there Evander ?-Answer-tell meDion. Rush not on sure destruction ; ere too

speak-
late
Accept our proffer'd grace. The terms are these:

Re-enter Phocion, from the Tomb.
Instant send forth a message to your husband; Pho. What voice is that?-Melanthon!
Bid him draw off his Greeks, unmoor his fleet; Euph. Ha! Those sounds
And measure back his way. Full well he knows Speak of Evander ; tell me that he lives,
You and your father are my hostages;

Or lost Euphrasia dies.
And for his treason both may answer.

Pho. Heart-swelling transport! Euph. Think'st thou then

Art thou Euphrasia ? 'tis thy Phocion, love; So meanly of my Phocion ?-Dost thou deem him Thy husband comes. Poorly wound up to a mere fit of valour,

Euph. Support me; reach thy hand. To melt away in a weak woman's tear ?

Pho. Once more I clasp thee in this fond ernOh! thou dost little know him; know'st but little

brace. Of bis exalted soul. With gen'rous ardour Euph. What miracle has brought thee to me? Still will he urge the great, the glorious plan, Pho. Love And gain the ever honour'd, bright reward Inspir'd my heart, and guided all my ways. Which fame entwines around the patriot's brow, #uph. Oh! thou dear wand'rer! But whereAnd bids for ever flourish on his tomb,

fore here? For nations freed, and tyrants laid in dust. Why in this place of wo? My tender little one, Dion. By heaven, this night Evander breathes Say, is he safe? oh! satisfy a mother; his last.

Speak of my child, or I grow wild at once. Euph. Better for him to sink at once to rest, Tell me his fate, and tell me all thy own. Than linger thus beneath the gripe of famine, Pho. Your boy is safe, Euphrasia ; lives to reign In a vile dungeon, scoop'd with barb'rous skill

In Sicily; Timoleon's gen'rous care Deep in the flinty rock; a monument

Protects him in his camp; dispel thy fears; of ihat fell malice and that black suspicion The gods once more will give him to thy arms. That mark'd your father's reign.

Euph. My father lives, sepulchred ere his time Dion. Obdurate woman! obstinate in ill! Here in Eudocia's tomb ; let me conduct then Here ends all parley. Now your father's doorn Pho. I came this moment thence. Is fix'd, irrevocably fix'd.

Euph. And saw Evander ? Euph. Thy doom, perhaps,

Pho. Alas! I found him not. May first be fix'd: the doom that ever waits

Euph. Not found him there? The fell oppressor, from a throne usurp'd

And have they then-have the fell murd'rersHurl'd headlong down. Think of thy father's

Oh!

(Faints. fate

Pho. I've been too rash ; revive, my love, revive! At Corinth, Dionysius !

Thy Phocion calls; the gods will guard Evander, Dion. Ha! this night

And save him to reward thy matchless virtue. Evander dies; and thou, detested fair! Thou shalt behold him, while inventive cruelty

Re-enter MELANTHON, with EVANDER. Pursues his wearied life through every nerve. Eran. Lead me, Melanthon; guide my aged I scorn all dull delay. This very night

steps: Shall sate my great revenge.

(Erit. Where is he? let me see him. Euph. This night perhaps

Pho. My Euphrasia,
Shall whelm thee down, no more to blast creation. Thy father lives ;-thou venerable man!
My father, who inhabit'st with the dead, Behold—I cannot fly to thy embrace.
Now let me seek thee in the lonely tomb,

Evan. Euphrasia ! Phocion too! Yes, both are And tremble there with anxious hope and fear.

here:

[Erit. Oh! let me thus, thus, strain you to my heart. SCENE II.-The inside of the Temple.

Euph. Why, my father,

Why thus adventure forth? The strong alarm Enter PHOCION and MELANTHON. O'erwhelm'd my spirits.

Evan. I went forth, my child, Mel. Summon all

When all was dark, and awful silence round, Thy wonted firmness; in that dreary vault

To throw me prostrate at the altar's foot, A living king is number'd with the dead.

And crave the care of heaven for thee and thine. I'll take my post, near where the pillar'd aisle

Melanthon there-
Supports the central dome, that no alarm
Surprise you in the pious act.

(Erit.

Enter Pailotas. Pho. If here

Phil. Inevitable ruin hovers o'er you : They both are found, if in Evander's arms The tyrant's fury mounts into a blaze ; Euphrasia meets my search, the fates atone Unsated yet with blood, he calls aloud For all my suff'rings, all afflictions past.

For thee, Evander; thee his rage hath order'd Yes, I wi.. seek them-ha!-the gaping tomb This moment to his presence. Invites my steps now be propitious, heaven! Evan. Lead me to him :

(Enters the Tomb. His presence hath no terror for Evander.

Euph. Horror! it must not be.

Conquest is proud, inexorable, fierce; Phil. No; never, never :

It is humanity ennobles all. I'll perish rather. His policy has granted Pho. Farewell; the midnight hour shall give A day's suspense from arms; yet even now

you freedom. His troops prepare, in the dead midnight hour,

(Erit with MELANTHON and PHILOTAS. With base surprise, to storm Timoleon's camp. Euph. Ye guardian deities, watch all his ways.

Evan. And doth he grant a false insidious truce, Evan. Come, my Euphrasia,
To turn the hour of peace to blood and horror ? Together we will pour
Zuph. I know the monster well: when spe. Our hearts in praise, in tears of adoration,
cious seeming

For all the wondrous goodness lavish'd on us. Becalms his looks, the rankling heart within

(Freunt. Teems with destruction; Mountains hurl'd up in air, and moulten rocks,

ACT V. And all the land with desolation cover'd.

SCENE I
Mel. Now, Phocion, now on thee our hope de-
pends.

Enter DIONYSIUS and CalIPPUS.
Fly to Timoleon; I can grant a passport:
Rouse him to vengeance; on the tyrant turn

Dion. Ere the day clos'd, while yet the busy eye His own insidious arts, or all is lost.

Might view their camp, their stations, and their Pho. Evander, thou; and thou, my best Eu

guards, phrasia,

Their preparations for approaching night, Both shall attend my tight.

Didst thou then mark the motions of the Greeks? Mel. It were in vain;

Cal. From the watch-tower I saw them: all 'Th' attempt would hazard all.

things spoke Euph. Together here

A foe secure, and discipline relax'd. We will remain, safe in the cave of death;

Dion. Their folly gives them to my sword : are And wait our freedom from thy conqu’ring arm.

all
Edan. Oh! would the gods roll back the stream My orders issued ?
of time,

Cal. AN.
And give this arm che sinew that it boasted Dion. The troops retir'd
At Tauromenium, when its force resistless

To gain

recruited vigour from repose ? Mow'd down the ranks of war; I then might

Cal. The city round lies hush'd in sleep. guide

Dion. Anon, The battle's rage, and, ere Evander die,

Let each brave officer, of chosen valour, Add still another laurel to my brow.

Meet at the citadel. An hour at furthest Euph. Enough of laurell'á victory your sword Before the dawn, 'tis fixed to storm their camp; Hath reap'd in earlier days.

Haste, Calippus, Eran. And shall my sword,

Fly to thy post, and bid Euphrasia enter. When the great cause of liberty invites,

[Erit Car Remain inactive, unperforming quite ?

Evander dies this night: Euphrasia too Youth, second youth, rekindles in my veins :

Shall be dispos'd of. Curse on Phocion's fraud, Though worn with age, this arm will know its That from my power withdrew their infant boy.

In him the seed of future kings were crush'd, Will show that victory has not forgot

And the whole hated line at once extinguish'd. Acquaintance with this hand.-And yet-O

Enter EUPHRASIA. shame! It will not be: the momentary blaze

Dion. Once more approach and hear me; 'tis Sinks and expires: I have surviv'd it all :

not now Surviv'd my reign, my people, and myself.

A time to waste in the vain war of words. Euph. Fly, Phocion, fly! Melanthon will con- A crisis big with horror is at hand. duct thee.

I meant to spare the stream of blood, that soon Mel. And when th' assault begins, my faithful Shall deluge yonder plains. My fair proposals cohorts

Thy haughty spirit has with scorn rejected.
Bhall form their ranks around this sacred dome. And now, by heaven! here in thy very sight,
Pho. And my poor captive friends, my brave Evander breathes his last.
companions

Euph. If yet there 's wanting
Taken in battle, wilt thou guard their lives? A crime to fill the measure of thy guilt,
Phil. Trust to my care:

no danger shall assail Add that black murder to the dreadful list;
them.

With that complete the horrors of thy reign. Pho. By heaven, the glorious expectation swells Dion. Woman, beware : Philotas is at hand, This panting bosom! Yes, Euphrasia, yes; And to our presence leads Evander. All Awhile I leave you to the care of heaven. Thy dark complottings, and thy treach'rous arto, Fell Dionysius, tremble ! ere the dawn

Have prov'd abortive. Timoleon thunders at your gates; the rage, Euph. Hal-What new event ! The pent-up rage, of twenty thousand Greeks, And is Philotas false ?-Has he betray'd him? Shall burst at once; and the tumultuous roar

(Aside. Alarm the astonish'd world.

Dion. What, ho! Philotas.
Etan. Yet, ere thou go'st, young man,
Attend my words: though guilt may oft provoke,

Enter PhiloTAB.
As now it does, just vengeance on its head, Euph. How my heart sinks within me !
In mercy punish it. The rage of slaughter Trion. Where's your pris'ner ?
Qan add no trophy to the victor's triumph;

Phil. Evander is no more.

office;

moon

live;

Dion. Ha - Death has robb'd me

Cal. Lead to the onset ; Freece shall find we Of half my great revenge.

bear Phil. Worn out with anguish,

Hearts prodigal of blood, when honour calls I saw life ebb apace. With studied art Resolv'd to conquer or to die in freedom. We gave each cordial drop, alas! in vain; Dion. Thus I've resolv'd: when the declining He heav'd a sigh; invok'd his daughter's name, Smild, and expir'd.

Hath veild her orb, our silent march begins. Dion. Bring me his hoary head.

The order thus: Calippus, thou lead forth
Phil. You'll pardon, Sir, my over-hasty zeal. Iberia's sons with the Numidean bands,
I gave the body to the foaming surge,

And line the shore-Perdicas, be it thine
Down the steep rock despis'd.

To march thy cohorts to the mountain's foot, Dion. Now then thou feel'st my vengeance. Where the wood skirts the valley; there mako Euph. Glory in it;

halt Exult and triumph. 'Thy worst shaft is sped, Till brave Amyntor stretch along the vale. Yet still the unconquer'd mind with scorn can Ourself, with the embodied cavalry view thee;

Clad in their mail'd cuirass, will circle round With the calm sunshine of the breast can see To where their camp extends its farthest line; Thy power unequal to subdue the soul,

Unnumber'd torches there shall blaze at once, Which virtue form’d, and which the gods protect. The signal of the charge; then, oh! my friends, Dion. Philotas, bear her hence, she shall not On every side let the wild uproar loose,

Bid massacre and carnage stalk around,
This moment bear her hence; you know the rest; Unsparing, unrelenting; drench your swords
Go, see our will obey'd ; that done, with all In hostile blood, and riot in destruction.
A warrior's speed attend me at the citadel;

Enter an OfficeR.
There meet the heroes whom this night shall lead
To freedom, victory, to glorious havoc,

Ha! speak; unfold thy purpose.
And the destruction of the Grecian name. (Exit. Offi. Instant arm;
Euph. Accept my thanks, Philotas ; gen’rous To arms, my liege; the foe breaks in upon us ;
man!

The subterraneous path is theirs; that way These tears attest th' emotions of my heart. Their band invades the city, sunk in sleep. But, oh! should Greece defer

Dion. Treason 's at work; detested, treach'rous Phil. Dispel thy fears;

villains Phocion will bring relief; or, should the tyrant Is this their promis'd truce ? Away, my friends, Assault their camp, he'll meet a marshall'd foe. Rouse all the war: fly to your sev'ral posts, Let me conduct thee to the silent tomb.

And instant bring all Syracuse in arms. Euph. Ah! there Evander, naked and disarm'd,

(Excunt ; warlike music, Defenceless quite, may meet some ruffian stroke. Phil. Lo! here a weapon ; bear this dagger to

SCENE II].— The inside of the Temple ; a him.

Monument in the middle. In the drear monument should hostile steps

Enter EUPARASIA, ERIXENE, and Female As. Dare to approach him, they must enter singly;

tendants. This guards the passage ; man by man they die. There may'st thou dwell amidst the wild commo Euph. Which way, Erixene, which way, my tion.

virgins, Euph. Ye pitying gods, protect my father Shall we direct our steps ? What sacred altar there!

(Exeunt. Clasp on our knees ?

Erix. Alas! the horrid tumult
SCENE II.-The Citadel.

Spreads the destruction wide. On every side

The victor's shouts, the groans of murder'd Enter Dionysius, CALIPPUS, and several Officers.

wretches,

In wild confusion rise. Once more descend Dion. Ye brave associates, who so oft have Eudocia's tomb; there thou may'st find a shelter. shar'd

Euph. Anon, Erixene, I mean to visit, Our toil and danger in the field of glory, Perhaps for the last time, a mother's urn. My fellow-warriors, what no god could promise, This dagger there, this instrument of death, Fortune has given us. In his lark embrace, Should fortune prosper the fell tyrant's arms, Lo! sleep envelops the whole Grecian camp. This dagger then may free me from his power, Against a foe, the outcasts of their country, And that drear vault entomb us all in peace. Freebooters, roving in pursuit of prey,

Flourish. Success, by war or covert stratagem,

Erir. Hark! Alike is glorious. Then, my gallant friends, Euph. The din What need of words? The gen'rous call of Of arms with clearer sound advances. Hark! freedom,

That sudden burst! Again! They rush upon us ! Your wives, your children, your invaded rights, The portal opens; lo! see there ; behold! All that can steel the patriot breast with valour, War, horrid war, invades the sacred fane; Expands and rouses in the swelling heart. No altar gives a sanctuary now. (Warlike music. Follow the impulsive ardour; follow me, Your king, your leader; in the friendly gloom

Enter Dionysius and CALIPPUS, with several

Soldiers.
Of night assault their camp: your country's love
And fame eternal shall attend the men

Dion. Here will I mock their siege ; here stand Who march'd through blood and horror, to redeem

at bay, From th' invader's power their native land. And brave 'em to the last.

gaze

som

Euphrasia here! Detested, treach'rous woman. Evan. My child; my daughter ! sav'd again For my revenge preserv'd! By heaven, 'tis well;

by thee!

[Embraces her. Vengeance awaits thy guilt, and this good sword Thus sends thee to atone the bleeding victims

A flourish of Trumpets. Enter PHOCION, This night has massacred.

MELANTHON, foc. Cal. Holding Dionysius' arm.] My liege for

Pho. Now let the monster yield. My best bear;

Euphrasia! Her life preserv'd may plead your cause with

Euph. My lord ! my Phocion ! welcome to my Greece,

heart. And mitigate your fate.

Lo! there the wonders of Euphrasia's arm! Dion. Presumptuous slave!

Pho. And is the prou i one fallen ? The dawn My rage is up in arms; by heaven, she dies.

shall see him

A spectacle for public view. Euphrasia ! Enter EVANDER from the Tomb. Evander too! Thus to behold you bothEsan. Horror! forbear! Thou murd'rer, hold

Eran. To her direct ihy looks; there fix thy thy hand!

praise,

And with 'wonder there. The life I gave her, The gods behold thee, horrible assassin! Restrain the blow; it were a stab to heaven;

Oh, she has us'd it for the noblest ends! All nature shudders at it! Will no friend

To fill each duty; make her father feel Arm in a cause like this a father's hand ?

The purest joy, the heart dissolving bliss, Strike at his bosom rather. Lo! Evander,

To have a grateful child. But has the rage Prostrate and grovelling on the earth before thee;

Of slaughter ceas'd ?

Pho. It has.
He begs to die; exhaust the scanty drops

Eran. Where is Timoleon ?
That lag about his heart; but spare my child.
Dion. Evander !-Do my eyes once more be-

Pho. He guards the citadel; there gives his

orders hold him? May the fiends seize Philotas! Treach’rous slave! To calm the uproar, and recall from carnage Tis well thou liv'st; thy death were poor revenge

His conqu’ring troops. From any hand but mine. [Offers to strike.

Euph. Oh! once again, my father, Euph. No, tyrant, no;

Thy sway shall bless the land. Not for himself

Timoleon (Rushing before EvANDER.

conquers; to redress the wrongs I have provok'd your vengeance ; through this bo- Thee, good Melanthon, thee, thou gen'rous man,

Of bleeding Sicily the hero comes. Open a passage; first on me, on me,

His justice shall reward. Thee too, Philotas, Exhaust your fury; every power above

Whose sympathizing heart could feel the touch Commands thee to respect that aged head;

Of soft humanity, the hero's bourty, His wither'd frame wants blood to glut thy rage; Evander too will place thee near his throne;

His brightest honours, shall be lavish'd on thee. Strike here; these veins are full; here's blood And show mankind, even on this shore of being enough

That virtue still shall meet its sure reward. The purple tide will gush to glad thy sight. (A flourish of trumpets. Are worth all dignities; my heart repays me.

Phil. I am rewarded; feelings such as mine Dion. Ha! the fierce tide of war This way comes rushing on.

Evan. Come, let us seek Timoleon; to his caro (Exit , with Officers. Thrones and dominions are no more for me.

I will commend ye both : for now, alas ! Euph. (Embracing EvanDER.] Oh! thus, my To thee I give my crown: yes, thou, Euphrasia,

father, We'll perish thus together.

Shalt reign in Sicily. And, oh! ye powers, Dion. (Without.] Bar the gates;

In that bright eminence of care and peril,

Watch over all her ways; conduct and guide Close ev'ry passage, and repel their force. Eran. And must I see thee bleed ? Oh! for a If e'er Jistress like mine invade the land,

The goodness you inspir'd; that she may prove, sword! Bring, bring, me daggers !

A parent to her people ; stretch the ray

Of filial piety to times unborn, Euph. Ha!

That men may hear her unexampled virtue, Re-enter DIONYSIUS.

And learn to emulate the Grecian Daughter ! Dion. Guards seize the slave,

{Exeunt. And give him to my rage. Evan. (Scized by the Guards.] Oh! spare ber,

spare her, Inhuman villains !

EPILOGUE.
Euph. Now, one glorious effort !
Dion. Let me despatch; thou traitor, thus my

WRITTEN BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ. Euph. A daughter's arm, fell monster, strikes The Grecian Daughter's compliments to all ; the blow.

Begs that for epilogue you will not call; (Stabs him; he falls and dies. For leering, giggling, would be out of season, Behold, all Sicily, behold !- The point

And hopes by me, you'll hear a little reason, Glows with the tyrant's blood. Ye slaves, (To A father rais'd from death! a nation sav'd! the Guards.] look there;

A tyrant's crimes by female spirit brav'd! Kneel to your rightful king : the blow for freedom That tyrant stabb’d, and by her nerveless arm, Gives you the rights of men ! And, oh! my father, While virtue's spell surrounding guards could My ever honour'd sire, it gives thee life.

charm!

arm

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