Have triumph'd o'er me. Take him, take your father; Convey him hence; I do release him to you. Methought I heard him! Did he say release me? Phil. Thou art my king, and now no more my pris'ner; Go with your daughter, with that wond'rous pattern Of filial piety to after times. Yes, princess, lead him forth; I'll point the path, To the deep vale, which these o'erhanging rocks Eup. And will you then refuse, when thus the gods Afford a refuge to thee? Eva. Oh! my child, There is no refuge for me. Eup. Pardon, sir : Euphrasia's care has formed a safe retreat; There may'st thou dwell; it will not long be wanted, Soon shall Timoleon, with resistless force, Burst yon devoted walls. Era. Timoleon! Eup. Yes, The brave Timoleon with the pow'r of Greece; Eva. Timoleon come to vindicate my rights! Oh! thou shalt reign in Sicily! my child Shall grace her father's throne. Indulgent Heav'n! Let them, oh! let them both in virtue wear it, Enter PHILOTAS. Phil. All things are apt; the drowsy sentinel Lies hush'd in sleep; I'll marshal thee the way Down the steep rock. Eup. Oh! let us quickly hence. Eva. The blood but loiters in these frozen veins. Do you, whose youthful spirit glows with life, Do you go forth, and leave this mouldering corpse. To me had Heav'n decreed a longer date, It ne'er had suffer'd a fell monster's reign, Nor let me see the carnage of my people. Farewell, Euphrasia; in one lov'd embrace To these remains pay the last obsequies, And leave me here to sink to silent dust. Eup. And will you, then, on self-destruction bent, Though life's a burden I could well lay down, [Exeunt. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. A Rampart near the Harbour. Enter DIONYSIUS, &c. Dio. Base deserters! Curse on their Punic faith! Did they once dare Enter CALIPPUS. Cal. My liege, Timoleon, where the harbour opens, Has storm'd the forts, and even now his fleet Pursues its course, and steers athwart the bay. Dio. Ruin impends; and yet, if fall it must, I bear a mind to meet it undismay'd, Unconquer'd ev'n by Fate. Cal. Through ev'ry street Despair and terror fly. A panic spreads Jove arm'd with thunder, and the gods against us. Dio. With sacred rites their wrath must be appeas'd. Let instant victims at the altar bleed; Let incense roll its fragrant clouds to Heav'n, The image of their gods. The solemn sacrifice, the virgin throng, Away, my friends, prepare the sacred rites. [Exeunt CALIPPUS, &c. Philotas, thou draw near: how fares your prisoner? Has he yet breath'd his last? Phil. Life ebbs apace; To-morrow's sun sees him a breathless corse. Dio. Curse on his ling'ring pangs! Sicilia's crown No more shall deck his brow; and if the sand Still loiter in the glass, thy hand, my friend, May shake it thence. Phil. It shall, dread sir; that task Leave to thy faithful servant. Dio. Oh! Philotas, Thou little know'st the cares, the pangs of empire. The ermin'd pride, the purple that adorns A conqueror's breast, but serves, my friend, to hide Dio. Detested thought! No, though ambition teem with countless ills, Where are those Greeks, the captives of my sword, Phil. In chains they wait their doom. Dio. Give me to see 'em; bring the slaves before me. Phil. What, ho! Melanthon, this way lead your prisoners. Enter MELANTHON, with GREEK OFFICERS and SOLDIERS. Dio. Assassins, and not warriors! do ye come, When the wide range of battle claims your sword, Thus do you come against a single life To wage the war? Did not our buckler ring G. Off. We sought thy life. I am by birth a An open foe in arms, I meant to slay The foe of human kind. With rival ardour We took the field; one voice, one mind, one heart; Dio. Thus, then, I warn them of my great revenge. G. Off. Then wilt thou see How vile the body to a mind that pants For genuine glory. Twice three hundred Greeks hence To die in misery. Impal'd alive, The winds shall parch them on the craggy cliff. |