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Have triumph'd o'er me.
Eva. What said Philotas ! Do I fondly dream?
zot die farth
Eup. And will you then refuse, when thus the gods
Eva. Oh! my child,
Eup. Pardon, sir :
Eva. Timoleon come to vindicate my rights !
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
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,
ACT THE THIRD.
A Rampart near the Harbour.
Enter Dionysius, &c.
Dio. Base deserters' Eurse on their Punic faith ! Did they once dare To grapple with the Greek? Ere yet the main Wasting'd with blood, they turned their ships averse. May storms and tempests follow in their rear, And dash their fleet upon the Lybian shore
Cal. Myliege, 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 From man to man, and superstition sees Jove arm'd with thunder, and the gods against us.
Dio. With sacred rites their wrath must be ap
Away, my friends, prepare the sacred rites.
[Exeunt CALIPPUS, fc. Philotas, thou draw near: how fares your prisoner? Has he yet breath'd his last?
Phil. Life ebbs apace;
Dio. Curse on his ling’ring pangs! Sicilia's crown
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 A heart that's torn, that's mangled with remorse. Each object round me wakens horrid doubts ; The flatt'ring train, the sentinel that guards me, The slave that waits, all give some new alarm, And from the means of safety dangers rise. Ev'n victory itself plants anguish here, And round my laurels the fell serpent twines.
Phil. Would Dionysius abdicate his crown, And sue for terms of peace ?
Dio. Detested thought ! No, though ambition teem with countless ills, It still has charms of pow'r to fire the soul. Though horrors multiply around my head, I will oppose them all. The pomp of sacrifice But now ordain'd, is mockery to Heav'n. 'Tis vain, 'tis fruitless ; then let daring guilt Be my inspirer, and consummate all. Where are those Greeks, the captives of my sword, Whose desp’rate valour rush'd within our walls, Fought near our person, and the pointed lance Aim'd at
Dio. Give me to see 'em ; bring the slaves before
Phil. What, ho! Melanthon, this
way lead your
Dio. Thus, then, I warn them of my great revenge.
G. Off. Then wilt thou see