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And those pale quivering lips ! He clasps my That sudden haste, that pale disordered look?
hand : What, no assistance ! monsters, will you thus
Enter PhiloTAS. Let himn expire in these weak feeble arms ? Phil. Oh! I can hold no more ; at such a
sight Enter PHILOTAS.
Even the hard heart of tyranny would melt Phil. Those wild, those piercing shrieks will To infant softness. Arcas, go, behold give the alarm!
The pious fraud of charity and love;
See the expedient sharp necessity has taught ber; Evan. [ As he is carried off:] O death! where Thy heart will burn, will melt, will yearn to view
art thou? Death, thou dread of guilt ! A child like her.
Phil. Wonder-working virtue ! My child— where art thou? give me-reach thy The father fostered at his daughter's breast ! hand
O, filial piety! the milk designed
Arc. That device
To minister relief!
(Ereunt. Evander lies; and as his languid powers
Imbibe with eager thirst the kind refresbment, Enter Arcas.
And his looks speak unutterable thanks, Arc. The grey of morn breaks through yon Euphrasia views him with the tenderest glancea eastern clouds.
Even as a mother doating on her child : "Twere time this interview should end : the hour And, ever and anon, amidst the smiles Now warns Euphrasia hence: what man could of pure delight, of exquisite sensation, dare,
A silent tear steals down; the tear of virtue, I have indulged Philotas ! ha! the cell That sweetens grief to rapture. All her laws Left void ! Evander gone! What may this mean? Inverted quite, great nature triumphs still, Philotas, speak!
Arc. The tale unmans my soul
Phil. Ye tyrants, hear it!
And learn, that while your cruelty prepares Phil. Oh! vile, detested lot,
Unheard of torture, virtue can keep pace Here to obey the savage tyrant's will,
With your worst efforts, and can try new modes, And murder virtue, that can thus behold To bid men grow enamourell of her charms. Its executioner, and smile upon him.
Arc. Philotas, for Euphrasia, in her cause, That piteous sight !
I now can hazard all. Let us preserve Arc. She must withdraw, Philotas ;
Her father for her. Delay undoes us both. The restless main
Phil. Oh! her lovely daring Glows with the blush of day. Timoleon's fleet, Transcends all praise. By Heaven he shall not That passed the night in busy preparation,
die! Makes from the shore. On the high craggy Arc. And yet we must be wary; I will go point
forth, Of yonder jutting eminente, I marked
And first explore each avenue around, Their haughty streamers curling to the wind. Lest the fixed centinel obstruct our purpose. He seeks Hamilcar's fleet. The briny deep
(Exit. Shall soon be dyed with blood. The fierce alarm Phil. I thank thee, Arcas; we will act like Will rouse our slumbering troops. The time requires,
Who feel for others' woes she leads him forth, Without or further pause, or vain excuse, And tremblingly supports his drooping age. That she depart this moment.
(Goes to assist kin. Phil, Arcas, yes ; My voice shall warn her of the approaching dan.
Enter EUPHRASIA and EVANDER. ger.
(Exit. Evan. Euphrasia, oh, my child! returning life Are. Would she had ne'er adventured to our Glows here about my heart. Conduct me forguard!
ward : I dread the event; and hark! the wind conveys At the last gasp preserved! Ha! dawning light ! In clearer sound the uproar of the main. Let me behold; in faith I see thee now; The fates prepare new havoc; on the event I do indeed : the father sees his child ! Depends the fate of empire. Wherefore thus Euph. I have relieved him-- Old! the joy's too Delays Euphrasia ! Ha! what means, Philotas,
'Tis speechless rapture!
There may'st thou dwell ; it will not long be Evan. Blessings, blessings on thee !
wanted. Euph. My father still shall live. Alas! Phi- Soon shall Timoleon, with resistless force, lotas,
Burst yon devoted walls. Could I abandon that white hoary head,
Evan. Timoleon ! That venerable form! Abandon him
Euph. Yes, To perish here in misery and famine?
The brave Timoleon, with the power of Greece, Phil. Thy tears, thou miracle of goodness ! Another day shall make the city his. Have triumphed o'er me; these round gushing Evan. Tiinoleon come to vindicate my rights drops
Oh! thou shalt reign in Sicily ! my
child Attest your conquest. Take him, take your fa- Shall grace her father's thronę. Indulgent HeaConvey him hence; I do release him to you. Pour down your blessings on this best of danghEvan. What said Philotas? Do I fondly
To her and Phocion give Evander's crown; Indeed my senses are imperfect; yet
Let them, oh! let them both in virtue wear it, Methought I heard him! Did he say, release me? And in due time transmit it to their boy! Phil. Thou art my king, and now no more my
Enter PHILOTAS. prisoner; Go with your daughter, with that wondrous pat- Phil. All things are apt; the drowsy ecntine tern
Lies hushed in sleep; I'll marshal thee the Of filial piety to after times.
way Yes, princess, lead him forth; I'll point the Down the steep rock. path,
Euph. Oh ! let us quickly hence ! Whose soft' declivity will guide your steps
Eoun. The blood but loiters in these frozen To the deep vale, which these o'erhanging rocks veins. Encompass round. You may convey him thence Do you, whose youthful spirit glows with life, To some safe shelter. Yet a moment's pause; Do you go forth and leave this mouldering I must conceal your flight from every eye.
corpse. Yes, I will save them---Oh, returning virtue ! To me had Heaven decreed a longer date, How big with joy one moment in thy service! It ne'er had suffered a fell monster's reign, That wretched pair ! I'll perish in their cause. Nor let me see the carnage of my people.
[Exit. Farewell, Euphrasia; in one loved embrace Evan. Whither, oh! whither shall Evander | To these remains pay the last obsequies,
And leave me here to sink to silent dust. I am at the goal of life; if in the race
Euph. And will you, then, on self-destruction Honour bas followed with no lingering step,
bent, But there sits smiling with her laurelled wreath Reject my prayer, nor trust your fate with me? To crown my brow, there would I fain make halt, Evan. Trust thee, Euphrasia? Trust in thee, And not inglorious lay me down to rest. Euph. And will you then refuse, when thus Though life's a burden I could wel lay down, the gods
Yet I will prize it, since bestowed by thee. Afford a refuge to thee?
Oh! thou art good; thy virtue soars a flight Eran. Oh! my child,
For the wide world to wonder at; in thee There is no refuge for me.
Hear it all nature, future ages hear itEuph. Pardon, sir :
The father finds a parent in his child! (Ereunt. Euphrasia's care has formed a safe retreat ;
SCENE I.-A rampart near the harbour.
Enter MELANTHON and PHILOTAS. Melan. And lives he still ?
Phil. He does; and kindly aliment
Melan. And doth he know
Phil. He is informed of all,
Melan. That Greek Timoleon
Pants in the last extreme?
Phil. The glorious tidings
Alelun. Lead on, propitious powers
There, now with other sentiments elate, Unconquered even by fate.
From man to man, and superstition sees
Jove armed with thunder, and the gods against us. Melan. Blest event !
Dion. With sacred rites their wrath must be Evander, if thou mock'st me not, shall live
In slow procession to the temple bear
Euph. Ha!--Does the tyrant
(Exit. Approach the sacred fane ?---Alas! my father, Melan. If he deceive me not with specious Where now thy sanctuary? What place shall hide hopes, Thy persecuted virtue?
(Aside. I shall behold the sovereign, in whose service Dion. Thou, Euphrasia, These temples felt the iron casque of war, Lead forth the pious band. This very moment And these white hairs have silvered o'er my head. Issue our orders. Enter EUPHRASIA.
Euph. With consenting heart,
Euphrasia goes to waft her prayers to Heaven. Euph. See there; behold them; lo! the fierce
(Exi. encounter !
Dion. The solemn sacrifice, the virgin throug, He rushes on; the ocean flames around
Will gain the popular belief, and kindle With the bright flash of arms; the echoing hills In the fierce soldiery religious rage. Rebellow to the roar.
Away, my friends, prepare the sacred rites. Melan. The gods are with us,
(Errunt CALIPPUS, &C. And victory is ours.
Philotas, thou draw near: how fares your prisoner? Euph. High on the stern
Has he yet breathed his last? The Grecian leaders stand: they stem the surge; Phil. Life ebbs apace; Launched from their arm the missive lightnings To-morrow's sun secs him a breathless corse. fly,
Dion. Curse on his lingering pangs! Sicilia's And the Barbaric fleet is wrapt in fire. And lo! yon bark, down in the roaring gulf; No more shall deck his brow; and if the sand And there, more, more are perishing-Behold! Still Joiter in the glass, thy band, my friend, They plunge, for ever lost.
May shake it thence. Melun. So perish all,
Phil. It shall, dread sir; that task 'Who from yon continent unfurl their sails, Leave to thy faithful servant. To shake the freedom of this sea-girt isle!
Dion. Oh! Pliotas, Euph. Did I not say, Melanthon, did I not Thou little know'st the cares, the pangs of empire. Presage the glories of l'imoleon's triumph ! The ermined pride, the purple, that adoras Where now are Afric's sons ? The vanquished A conqueror's breast, but serves, my friend, to tyrant
hide Shall look aghast; his heart shall shrink appalled, A heart that's torn, that's mangled with remorse. And dread his malefactions !: Worse than famine, Each object round me wakens borrid doubts; Despair shall fasten on him!
The flattering train, the centinel that guards me, Enter DIONYSIUS, &c.
The slave that waits, all give some new alarm,
And from the means of safety dangers rise. Dion. Base deserters !
Even victory itself plants anguish here, Curse on their Punic faith! Did they once dare And round my laurels the fell serpent twines. To grapple with the Greek ! Ere yet the main Phil. Would Dionysius abdicate his crown, Was tinged with blood, they turned their ships And sue for terms of peace ?
Dion. Detested thought !
Though horrors multiply around my head,
I will oppose them all. The pomp of sacrifice, Cal. My liege, Timoleon, where the harbour But now ordained, is mockery to Heaven. opens,
'Tis vain, 'tis fruitless; then let daring guilt Has stormed the forts, and even now his fleet Be my inspirer, and consummate all. Pursues its course, and steers athwart the bay. Where are those Greeks, the captives of my
Dion. Ruin impends; and yet, if fall it must, sword, I bear a mind to meet it, undismayed,
Whose desperate valour rushed within our walls
Fought near our person, and the pointed lance Melan. Ha! beware-Philotas,
Conduct those prisoners hence; this soldier here
phrasia ? Phil. What, ho! Melanthon! this way lead Melan. Euphrasia lives, and fills the anxious
moments your prisoners.
With every virtue. Wherefore venture hither? Enter MELANTHON, with Phocion, disguised Why with rash valour penetrate our gates? as a Greek Officer, and Soldiers.
Pho. Could I refrain? Oh! could I tamely Dion. Assassins, and not warriors! do ye come, wait When the wide rage of battle claims your sword, The event of lingering war? With patience count Thus do you come against a single lite
The lazy-pacing hours, while here in Syracuse To wage the war? Did not our buckler ring The tyrant keeps all that my heart holds dear? With all your darts, in one collected volley, For her dear sake, all dangers sink before me; Showered on my head? Did not your swords at
For her I burst the barriers of the gate,
Where the deep caverned rocks afford a passage. Point at my breast, and thirst for regal blood?
A hundred chosen Greeks pursued my steps ; Greek Offi
. We sought thy life. I am by birth We forced an entrance; the devoted guard a Greek.
Fell victims to our rage ; but, in that moment, An open foe, in arms, I meant to slay
Down from the walls superior numbers came. The foe of human kind. With rival ardour The tyrant led them on. We rushed upon him, We took the field; one voice, one mind, one If we could reach his heart, to end the war. heart;
But Heaven thought otherwise. Melanthon, say— All leagued, all covenanted: in yon camp
( fear to ask it-lives Evander still? Spirits there are who aim, like us, at glory. Melan. Alas! he lives, imprisoned in the rock. Whene'er you sally forth, whene'er the Greeks Thou must withdraw thee hence; regain once Shall scale your walls, prepare thee to encounter A like assault. By me the youth of Greece
Timoleon's camp; alarm his slumbering rage; Thus notify the war they mean to wage.
Assail the walls; thou, with thy phalanx, seek Dion. Thus, then, I warn them of my great The subterranneous path; that way at night revenge.
The Greeks may enter, and let in destruction Whoe'er in battle shall become our prisoner, To the great work of vengeance. In torment meets his doom.
Pho. Would'st thou have me Greek Ossi. Then wilt thou see,
Basely retreat, while my Euphrasia trembles How vile the body to a mind that pants
Here on the ridge of peril? She, perhaps, For genuine glory. Twice three hundred Greeks May fall unknown, unpitied, undistinguished, Have sworn, like us, to hunt thee through the Amidst the general carnage. Shall I leave her
To add that beauty to the purple heap? Ours the first lot; we've failed; on yonder plain No; I will seek her in these walls accurst, Appear in arms, the faithful band will meet thee. Even in the tyrant's palace; save that life, Dion. Vile slave, no more! Melanthon, drag My only source of joy; that life, whose loss them hence
Would make all Greece complotter in a murder, To die in misery. Impaled alive,
And damn a righteous cause. The winds shall parch them on the craggy
cliff. Melan. Yet hear the voice Selected from the rest, let one depart
Of sober age. Should Dionysius' spies A messenger to Greece, to tell the fate
Detect thee here, ruin involves us all: Her chosen sons, her first adventurers met. 'Twere best retire, and seek Timoleon's tents;
[Erit. Tell him, dismay and terror fill the city; Melan. Unhappy men ! how shall my care
Even now in Syracuse the tyrant's will protect
Ordains with pomp oblations to the gods. Your forfeit lives ? Philotas, thou conduct them His deadly hand still hot with recent blood, To the deep dungeon's gloom. In that recess, The monster dares approach the sacred altar: 'Midst the wild tumult of eventful war,
Thy voice may rouse Timoleon to the assault, We may ward off the blow. My friends, fare- And bid him storm the works. well:
Pho. By heaven I will; That officer will guide your steps.
My breath shall wake his rage; this very night, (All follow PHILOTAS, except PHOCION. When sleep sits heavy on the slumbering city, Pho. Disguised
Then Greece unsheathes her sword, and great Thus in a soldier's garb, he knows me not.
Shall stalk with death and horror o'er the ranks Melan. Ha!--Those accents!-Phocion here? Of slaughtered troops, a sacrifice to freedom! Pho. Yes, Phocion here ! Speak, quickly tell But first let me behold Euphrasia. me, say,
Melan. Hush How fares Euphrasia ?
Thy pent up valour: to a secret haunt VOL. II.
I'll guide thy steps : there dwell, and in apt time | Deformed with wounds and weltering in its I'll bring Euphrasia to thy longing arms.
gore, Pho. Wilt thou ?
I know it well; Oh! close the dreadful scene! Melan. By Heaven I will ; another act Relieve me, Phæbus ! I have seen too much.' Of desperate fury might endanger all
Erir. Alas! I tremble for Evander's fate. The tyrant's busy guards are posted round; Avert the omen, gods, and guard his life! In silence follow; thou shalt see Euphrasia. Pho. Oh! lead me to her; that exalted virtue
Enter EUPHRASIA from the Tomb. With firmer nerve shall bid me grasp the javelin, Euph. Virgins, I thank you-Oh! more lightShall bid my sword, with more than lightning's ly now swiftness,
My heart expands; the pious act is done, Blaze in the front of war, and glut its rage And I have paid my tribute to a parent. With blows repeated in the tyrant's veins. Ah! wherefore does the tyrant bend this way?
(Exeunt. Phil. He flies the altar; leaves the unfinished
rites. SCENE II.- A Temple, with a Monument in the No God there smiles propitious on his cause. middle.
Fate lifts the awful balance; weighs bis life,
The lives of numbers, in the trembling scale. Enter EUPHRASIA, ERIXENE, and other Female
Euph. Despair and horror mark his haggard Attendants.
looks, Euph. This way, my virgins, this way bend His wild, disordered step-He rushes forth; your steps.
Some new alarm demands him! Even now
Retire, Philotas ; let me here remain,
Phil. Alas! I fear to yield : awhile I'll leare Euph. My tears have dried their source; then thee, let me here
And at the temple's entrance wait thy coming. Pay this sad visit to the honoured clay
(Erit. That moulders in the tomb. These secret via Euph. Now, then, Euphrasia, now thou may'st ands
indulge I'll burn, an offering to a parent's shade, The purest ecstacy of soul. Come forth, And sprinkle with this wine the hallowed mould. Thou man of woe, thou man of every virtue! That duty paid, I will return, my virgins.
(She goes into the tomb. Enter EVANDER from the Monument. Erix. Look down, propitious powers ! behold Evan. And does the grave thus cast me up that virtue,
again, And heal the pangs that desolate her soul. With a fond father's love to view thee? Thus Enter PHILOTAS.
To mingle rapture in a daughter's arms?
Euph. How fares my father now? Phil. Mourn, mourn, ye virgins ; rend your Evan. Thy aid, Euphrasia, scattered garments;
Has given new life. Thou, from this vital stream Some dread calamity hangs o'er our heads. Deriv'st thy being; with unheard-of duty In vain the tyrant would appease with sacrifice Thou hast repaid it to thy native source. The impending wrath of ill-requited Heaven. Euph. Sprung from Evander, if a little portion Ill omens hover o'er us: at the altar
Of all his goodness dwell within my heart, The victim dropt, ere the divining seer
Thou wilt not wonder. Had gored his knife. The brazen statues trem- Evan. Joy and wonder rise ble,
In mixed emotions ! Though departing hence, And from the marble drops of blood distil. After the storms of a tempestuous life, Erix. Now, ye just gods, if vengeance you Though I was entering the wished-for port, prepare,
Where all is peace, all bliss, and endless joy, Now find the guilty head !
Yet here contented I can linger still, Phil. Amidst the throng,
To view thy goodness, and applaud thy deeds, A matron labours with the inspiring god; Thou author of my life ! Did ever parent She stares, she raves, and, with no mortal sound, Thus call bis child before? My heart's too full; Proclaims around Where, Phæbus, am í My old fond heart runs o'er; it aches with joy. borne?
Euph. Alas, too much you over-rate jcur I see their glittering spears; I see them charge; daughter; Bellona wades in blood; hat mangled body, Nature and duty called me-Oh! my father,