Phil. You'll pardon, sir, my over-hasty zeal.
I gave the body to the foaming surge,
Down the steep rock despis'd.
Dio. Now rave and shriek,
And rend your scatter'd hair. No more Evander
Shall sway Sicilia's sceptre.
Now then, thou feel'st my vengeance.
Eup. Glory in it;
Exult and triumph. Thy worst shaft is sped.
Yet still th'unconquer'd mind with scorn can view thee;
With the calm sunshine of the breast can see,
Thy pow'r unequal to subdue the soul,
Which virtue form'd, and which the gods protect.
Dio. Philotas, bear her hence; she shall not live;
This moment, bear her hence!—you know the rest:—
Go, see our will obey'd; that done, with all
A warrior's speed, attend me at the citadel;—
There meet the heroes, whom this night shall lead
To freedom, victory,—to glorious havoc,
And the destruction of the Grecian name.
[Exit.
Eup. Accept my thanks, Philotas;—generous man!
These tears attest th'emotions of my heart.
But, oh! should Greece defer——
Phil. Dispel thy fears;
Phocion will bring relief; or should the tyrant
Assault their camp, he'll meet a marshall'd foe.
Let me conduct thee to the silent tomb.
Eup. Ah! there Evander, naked and disarm'd,
Defenceless quite, may meet some ruffian stroke.
Phil. Lo here's a weapon; bear this dagger to him.
In the drear monument, should hostile steps
Dare to approach him, they must enter singly;
This guards the passage; man by man they die.
There may'st thou dwell amidst the wild commotion.
Eup. Ye pitying gods, protect my father there!
[Exeunt.