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 Written by <PHIL. FROJWE, Efq; 
 
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 M DCG XXVII.
 
 -
 
 To the Right Honourable 
 
 Sir Robert Walpole, 
 
 *, Knight of the Moft Noble Order of the 
 Garter, &c. &c. &c. 
 
 SIR, 
 
 F from prefuming 
 thus to addrefs my- 
 felf to a Tafte the 
 moft Juft and Di- 
 ftinguifh'd, I fliould 
 happen to labour 
 under an Imputati- 
 on of having oonfulted my Vanity, 
 
 iny
 
 "DEDICATION. 
 
 my Pride, and indeed my Ambition, 
 more than the Intereft of my Sagun- 
 tum, 
 
 I have This to reply ; 
 That Thofe Judges need not look far 
 back to be reminded of the Fate of 
 the poor Catalans, thofe Saguntine 
 Defendants, and of that Tatriot too, 
 who then ventured ad Aras ufq; if be- 
 ing fent to the Tower may be fo ren- 
 der'd with Propriety. 
 
 S o that let the Colouring be never 
 fo Faint, and the Hand never fo In- 
 expert, which has drawn the Tortrai- 
 ture ; yet I will flatter my felf with 
 an Affiirance of His Patronage, who 
 in Defence of their brave Pofterity, 
 dared once to difplay the utmoft Force 
 of Eloquence at a Crifis, when to en- 
 deavour only to teach us the Inglori- 
 oufnefs of fuch aDefertion, prepofter- 
 oujly became little lefs than capital. 
 
 THUS carrying the Eye attentive- 
 ly on from that Juncture to this, the 
 fame Irreproachable Strain of Conduct 
 muft ftrike every True Briton with a 
 fuitable Pleafure ; and engage him to 
 a own.,
 
 'DEDICATION. 
 
 own, that the Condition of our Af- 
 fairs can never be exprefs'd by any Art 
 of Defcription fo well as by a View of 
 the EfFefts ; I mean, the fenfible Hap- 
 pinefe of every Day's Experience : 
 
 A N D, that thebeft Way of forming 
 a Judgment upon our National Credit 
 muft be from furveying it's prefent 
 Steadinefi, amidft fuch Armaments, 
 and Rumours of War. 
 
 AND, in fine, that wherever moft 
 might be advantageoufly faid with an 
 Historical Faithfulnefs, the leaft will 
 be heard or fuffer'd, Sir, with your 
 Approbation. 
 
 Y E T fo far, without any divining 
 Gift, I can take upon me to pronounce, 
 from my early knowledge of that firft 
 Dawn, and Promife of Genius in You, 
 at Eton ; That while You bring the 
 Learning and Arts of Greece an4 
 Ro me into the Cabinet ; either that to 
 inftruft in the Depths of Reafoning ; 
 or thefe in the Rules of Governing ; 
 no Impreffion can ever be made to our 
 Prejudice, from \\\zlntreigues or Me- 
 naces of a Foreign Tower. 
 
 BUT
 
 'DEDICATION. 
 
 BUT while I am purfuing a Subjeff 
 to truly agreeable to me, I had almoft 
 forgot to provide an Anfwer to thofe 
 Criticks, who may poflibly wonder at 
 the Appearance of an African Amazon 
 within the Walls ofSaguntum : But if 
 the honeft Trecedent and Authority 
 of Silius It aliens can Hand me in no 
 Stead with them upon this Incident, 
 I muft e'en take the Confidence of 
 fhielding my felf under that Wing, 
 where All the "Dearer Intereft<s of 
 Great -Britain are fo inviolably fe- 
 cured. I am, 
 
 SIR, 
 
 With a moft ttnreferv'd Zeal y 
 Tour moft obedient, and 
 
 moft bumble Servant^ 
 
 PHILIP FROWDE,
 
 PROLOGUE. 
 
 Written by Mr. THEOB4L C D-, 
 And Spoken by Mr. >JV I N. 
 
 WHEN awful Rome became the favage Spoil 
 Of wild Ambition, and of fatlious Broil j 
 When by the Ruin Tyrant Nero rofe, 
 Lucznfdund Caufe for Triumph from her Woes : 
 Pie pardon' d all the Civil Sword had done, 
 And kiefs' d the War, which fix 'd That NeroV Throne,, 
 
 So, poor Saguntutn ! M wejuftly rats 
 Thy mighty Sufferings and difaflrous Fate j 
 Tet if the dread Misfortune give us Right 
 To claim the Tragic Pleafures of To-night, 
 
 Well art thou fallen, more nobly here to rife, * 
 
 And boafl thy Doom, bewept by Britifh Eyes ! 
 Well Is your Famine paid, and <well your Flame y 
 Which blazes ftill the diftant Theme of Fame. 
 
 Britons, our Scene a pompous Tale difplays 
 Of Woes unmatched on the Records of Praife j 
 A Patriot-People, who Deaths Terrors fcorn, 
 But dread the Breach of Leagues, and Friendfiip Ciuorn : 
 The willing Vittims to a virtuous Name, 
 All perijh greatly, not to live with Shame. 
 The brave Example pictured to your Eyes, 
 y and your own Virtues recognize : 
 B
 
 PROLOGUE. 
 
 Applaud the Bard, whofe artful Mufe has known 
 To trace the Springs of Worth, fo much your own. 
 Our Britifli Arms this getfrous Pride avow, 
 To guard Allies^ and Empires to bejlow. 
 
 If We did e'er to our own Honours fait $ 
 If e'er unhappy Counfels did prevail 
 To let a brave Confederate mifs our Aid, 
 Be That ill-fated Period thrown in Shade ! 
 Or, to erafe the memorable Blame, 
 Let's mend by Glory what we can't difdaim / 
 
 EPILOGUE. 
 
 Spoken by Mrs. TOVMGER. 
 
 BLESS me! what means this Crowding here to Day? 
 Sure, no Confpiracy, to damn the Play. 
 Beaux, can there be fuch mortal Spleen in you ? 
 Or tft meer Want of Something elfe to do ? 
 I've hit it for, met bought, I heard you fay, 
 
 w Pr'ythee, does Violante foew to Day ? 
 
 " But for our Plays, gads-curfc, the f re all fuch Stuff : 
 <c Tet Wagner and Abcricock is well enough. 
 
 For us, our Bard perfitades us, that he means 
 3*o form this Moral from his Tragic Scenes j 
 jCbat, after all, there is fome Sort of Merit 
 In that old fajbiotid Thing, caWd, Publick Spirit. 
 
 We'll
 
 EPILOGUE. 
 
 7/V/7 gr&flt him then^ at leaft for ought we 
 'Then might have liv'd^ two thoufand Tears ago^ " 
 Such errant Patriots^ fetch poor 'virtuous Elves^ 
 As fllll preferred the Publick to them >fch *es. 
 At our AJJ'emblles bad they pafid their Nights, 
 Or flood one Stripping at the Den at WhiteV, 
 The good Saguntines fcarce had proved fo fleady^ 
 But every prudent Man had touched the Ready. 
 
 As for poor Fabius, once I gave him over, 
 And almofl loft the General in the Lover. 
 Methoztght, he found his Dearee/o inviting^ 
 He^d more a Mind to fomething elfe than fighting. 
 Juft fo "'twould happen here^ Jbould War's Alarms 
 Summon our powdered Heroes to their Arms , 
 Lord) 'what a Buftle 'would there be y 'what Rout ! 
 What Friends^ 'what Infreft making to fell out. 
 Phere 9 all our Beaux would emulate our Roman : 
 Ah! Ladies^ They're the Soldiers for a Woman. 
 
 ' you have feen our be ft Endeavours ;V, 
 To grace a Work our Rivals had refused. 
 ""Tit yours, to judge the injured Poefs Caufc, 
 And give him full Revenge in your Applaufe : 
 Then view our willing Toils with friendly Eyes y 
 
 SaguntumV Fall, this Theatre ftj all rife, 
 
 B 2, Drama-
 
 Dramatis Perfonse. 
 
 MEN. 
 
 S i c o R i s, Governour of Saguntum. Mr. Bohcmc. 
 
 M u R R u s, his Son. in Love with ? .. TIr JL 
 
 r> j > ivir. walker. 
 
 Landace. 5 
 
 E u R Y DA M A s, the Villain. Mr. Quin. 
 
 T H E R o N, Chief Pried of Hercules. Mr. Hulett. 
 
 L Y c o R M A s, an Under Prieft, Con- J. jyr - n 
 federate with Eurydamas. i 
 
 FAB i us, a Youns Roman* in Love? K/r D 
 
 with Timanlra* $ Mn *>'" 
 
 C u R T i u s, another Roman, his Friend. Mr. Milliard. 
 
 Firft Saguntine. Mr. Ogden. 
 
 WOMEN. 
 
 CANDACE, an Amazon Qucen,p 
 
 Captive to Fabius, and in Love^- Mrs. Berriman. 
 with him. J 
 
 TIMANDR A Daughter to 
 in Love with Fabius. 
 
 SCENE, within the Walls of SAGUNTUM, 
 as beiieged by Hannibal. 
 
 THE
 
 THE 
 
 Fal/ofSAGUNTUM. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE, before the Temple. 
 Enter FAB i us and CURTIUS. 
 
 Fab. Bjag^aQQt^ocxxiQOQagaGcai H , Day returns, and with it 
 
 our Reproach, 
 Th' eternal Infamy of guilty 
 
 Rome. 
 Shall then the Sun, O Cur- 
 
 titiS) fhame a Roman ? 
 And muft we fhrowd our- 
 felves in Night's dark 
 Covert ? 
 
 The Night, that fcantling gives the Villain Comfort, 
 His ihort Viciflitude from confcious Thought. 
 
 Curt. Partaker in the Grief, unable to refute, 
 I hear thefe Words fall from a Roman Tongue 5 
 JYuitlels the Search, nor can we ought alledgc, 
 To falve the wounded Honour of our Country : 
 What fliall our Foes report ? 
 
 Fab. -- Ah, rather fay, 
 What fhall our Friends, the greatly vfro 
 
 By
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM, 
 
 By Heav'n, I'd rather face a Troop of Foes, 
 Than meet one injur'd Friend $ yet here, alas ! 
 Thy (elf excepted, I fee none but fiich. 
 Nay, thou ait injur'd too 5 thy conftant Friendihip 
 Has drawn thee into a long Train of Woes. 
 
 Curt. Fablus 5 no more, I beg thee, on that Subject $ 
 Can'it thou then think me recreant at the laft ? 
 Or will my Friend grudge me my Share of Glory, 
 The late, but fure, Reward of manly Bearing ? 
 Know, I rejoice that I am with thee here j 
 Know, I rejoice that I fhall with thee fall : 
 For fall, 'tis fure, we muft 5 nor let thy Love 
 For fair Timandra give thee other Thoughts. 
 We muft not live to fee the City taken j 
 But, bravely dying in Saguntutn's Caufe, 
 May our Blood expiate our Country's Shame. 
 
 Pak. When Life with Honour comes in Competition, 
 To thee I need not, fure, point out my Choice ; 
 And yet thy Words have rais'd a Tempeft in me, 
 A Storm that {hatters, and o'erbears all Reafon. 
 Did'ft thou not, Curtius, (ay, The City taken ? 
 Shall Fabitis live to fee that difmal Scene ? 
 Oh, no $ and yet, methinks, I fhould } for where 
 Shall poor 'Timandra^ lovely, wretched Maid, 
 Then fly for Refuge from fome Lybian's Lull ? 
 O Torture, Torture ! can I bear the Thought ! 
 Shall {he not then, in Bitternefs of Soul, 
 In the {harp Anguifti of her bleeding Heart, 
 When the hot Slave, nYd at her nearer Charms, 
 Shall drag her from the Altar to Pollution, 
 With unavailing Shrieks call out for Fablus ? 
 Oh, CurtiuS) Oh ! .[Leans upon bim. 
 
 Curt. Ceafe to torment thy brave, yet tender Heart 
 With Ills imaginary, which the Gods, 
 If I aright divine, {hall never fuffer. 
 Nor would the Maid, Ib far I deem her noble, 
 Protract her Life to fuch a fatal Period. 
 For, fure, in that foft Mould are often call 
 
 Heroick,
 
 The Fall of SAGITNTUM. 
 
 Heroick, manly Souls > th' illuftrious Names 
 Of Clelia and Lucrece adorn our Annals. 
 Their fair Example, and the Roman Blood, 
 That warms the generous fijuukfrafs Heart, 
 Should fire her Soul to worthy Emulation. 
 Thus, do I think, would at thy noble Captive, 
 The fam'd Candace^ Amazonian Queen y 
 She, who fubmitted to thy Arm alone } 
 'While circling Foes flood at a Bay around her. 
 But fay, how bears her haughty Soul Refrraint, 
 The double Bonds of Servitude and Love ? 
 
 Fab. 'Tis there, alas ! begins my doubled Woe 5 
 'Tis there I find Alternatives of Grief. 
 To love and be bclov'd, yet not pofTefs, 
 Is Pain fufHcicnt to a doating Heart j 
 To be belov'd, yet have not to repay, 
 Is ample Torture to a grateful Soul,. 
 Yet fo {lands my Account. 'Tis fure, the Queca 
 But ill would brook Captivity, did not Love, 
 Superiour to all Cares, take up her Soul : 
 Love there's a turbulent, unruly Gueft > 
 For what in others of the Sex is Softriels, 
 In her feems but a gentler kind of Frenzy : 
 While, with becoming Pride, that chides my Coldnefs, 
 Sh' avows a Paffion which I dare not fee. 
 
 Curt. But, lo ! the Temple of Alrides opens, 
 fs Founder, and her Tutelar God. 
 
 Fab. In him we alfo boalt as near a Claim, 
 The mighty Author of the Fabian Race j 
 Let us go in, and pay our Morning Worfhip. 
 
 Curt. Yet ftay thee, Fabius ; for the Pricfts come 
 
 forth, 
 
 As in fome grave ProcefHon, two by two, 
 Preceding their great Chief. 
 
 [Enter^ as from the Tempk^ TH E R o N, attended by 
 the Priefls j ivho^ after 'waiting on him out^ retire 
 back into the Temple.'] 
 
 * The Warnour ^bsron. 
 
 E'er
 
 16 The Fall of SAGUNTUM: 
 
 E'er finc^ the Siege began, in Prayers inccfTant, 
 Or warlike Toils, the brave and pious Prieft 
 Labours his Country's Caufe > his lofty Stature 
 Suits well the Enfigns of his God 5 which fee 
 This Day he wears, to many a footy Lybian 
 Portending fure Deftru&ion j he approaches. 
 Hail to thee, worthy Theron ! 
 
 Curt. 'fheron^ hail ! 
 
 Ther. Good Day to both, ye noble Pair of Romans 5 
 Had two more fuch, with Hcffor and JEneas^ 
 Defended Ilium's Walls, they now had flood j 
 It's Fate had been revers'd, and into Greece 
 The War's Deftruftion hurl'd 5 but Hoftile Gods, 
 As then to Troy, now doom Sagitnf urn's Fall : 
 And haughty Juno^ unrelenting Step-dame 
 Of the great God, whofe memorable Deeds 
 Have fill'd Fame's hundred Mouths, our glorious 
 
 Founder, 
 Wreaks her initiate Malice on his People. 
 
 Fab. Rightly thou haft defcrib'd the vengeful God- 
 deft, 
 
 Jnvet'rate Foe to the whole Dardan Race, 
 The partial Patronefs of faithlefs Carthage : 
 But when I ftile her faithlefs, how, oh ^hcron^ 
 Shall I behold thy Face, or how throw off 
 The great Reproach, which thou, with upright Tongue, 
 Might'lt we'll retort upon the Roman Name ? 
 
 fber. I would not in that manner wrong thy Virtues, 
 Thou brave Young Man : Has not thy fatal Sword 
 Dealt Death and Havock to Saguntum's Foes ? 
 Art thou not here amongft a wretched People 
 By thy own Choice, the City's great Defender, 
 Thy (elf attoning for an abfent Hoft ? 
 T' infalt thy noble Nature were a Crime 
 My Soul difdains, and far beneath a Man : 
 Reproach and Obloquy are Female Vengeance. 
 
 Curt. How gcn'roufly he waves the fliamefui 
 Subject,
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 17 
 
 Converting into Praife the great Difgrace ! 
 If their own Eulogies the Brave may hear, 
 They're doubly welcome from a Mouth like thine. 
 
 Fab. I'heron^ I know the Candour of thy Soul, 
 Too great to join the Guiltlefs with the Guilty j 
 Yet fhall it be fufficient, that we Two 
 Have not to anfwer for the City's Ruin ? 
 What fhall our Fathers, Lentulus and Fabius^ 
 What fhall the Fathers of once glorious Rome? 
 Th' aflembled Senate fay ? where heretofore 
 The Nations wide, next to the Gods themfelves, 
 Appeal'd for Juftice from th' Oppreffor's Sword j 
 While now Oh Heav'ns ! I fhame to fay the reft. 
 
 Ther. That Roman Parents, to their darling Glory, 
 Have facrific'd their Offspring, well I know 5 
 Witnefs flern Manlius^ and the jufter Brutus 3 
 But then thofe Children had thrown off Obedience, 
 And to ftrid Juftice paid their forfeit Lives : 
 But That, brave Youths, neither to you, nor us, 
 Can kindred Rome impute j in Nought have we 
 Swerv'd from the fteady Principles of Honour. 
 If, to be firm and conftant to our Leagues, 
 Be to offend, then greatly we've offended - 9 
 If, to endure the lalt Extremities 
 Of Sword and Famine merits Defolation, 
 Juftly are we abandon'd : ~- 
 
 Fab. Hold, I beg thee, 
 
 O gentle fheron^ hold ; thy Words, like Daggers, 
 Pierce my fad Heart, fill my fwol'n Eyes with Tears, 
 And lay the great Calamity before them. 
 
 fher. If in the Contemplation of our Woes, 
 Full of the Miferies Saguntum feels, 
 My Tongue gave Utterance to fome harfh Words, 
 Excufe a Weaknefs due to my loft Country 5 
 Nor did I farther mean. 
 
 Curt, ' Sparing, indeed, 
 And lightly, doft thou touch on Rome's Offence ; 
 But yet, for ib would my fad Heart peifaade, 
 
 C The
 
 i8 The Fall of SAGUNTUM, 
 
 The News, perhaps, has never reach'd her Shore. 
 
 Ther. Too fure, alas ! the well-appointed Veflcl 
 With favourable Gales has plow'd her Paflage, 
 And rnuft, long fince, have enter'd fyber's Mouth. 
 But what I rather think, excufe me, Romany 
 Some wretched Statefmen, aukward Politicians, 
 Rude in the Task, unequal to the Burthen, 
 Or brib'd, perchance, with Carthaginian Gold, 
 Now fway her Senate, and give up her Honour. 
 , Fab. Can there be {uch in that Auguft Aflcmbly ? 
 If fuch there be, who to finifter Ends 
 To fordid Views now lacrificc her Fame 5 
 The Roman Genius fhall, I truft, hereafter 
 Find out the Perfidy - y and with Reproach 
 To future Times, mark their diftinguifh'd Names. 
 
 Ther. Mean while, let us perform the Tasks of Virtue, 
 That well become the Soldier and the Man : 
 I think, you came to worfhip 3 fee, the Gates 
 Are open, and the Priefts attend the Altar > 
 Enter and fupplicate the God's Afliftance. [Exeunt. 
 
 Enter EURYDAMAS. 
 
 Eur. Sure, T'heron faw me not -, for if he did, 
 He may expect I ihould attend his Rites -, 
 But I have Work in hand of fecret Purpofe, 
 And (ecret need be all its wary Steps. 
 The Morn is waxing old ; and e'er this Hour 
 My trufty Priefl fhould from the adverfe Camp 
 Return, and bring the Syrian's laft Refolves. 
 Honour ! why do'fl thou rack rr>y Breaft in vain ? 
 Fine, fpecious, airy Name, whole outward Show 
 Turns giddy Brains, and out of Fools makes Madmen" ! 
 This curs'd Diltemper has pofTefs'd the People -, 
 Who, blindly doating on their own Deflruction, 
 
 Seem fond of Havock, and enjoy a Famine. 
 
 What Ties have I to Faith ? In point of Kindred, 
 I am not bound ; what, tho' Saguntine born ? 
 The Dauman Blood flows not within my Veins : 
 
 From
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 From Grecian Anceftors I trace my Lineage, 
 A gen'rous Race, who, under great Alcldes^ 
 Fixt here their Seat, and rais'd thefe lofty Walls. 
 I'm anxious for this flow-pac'd Prieit's Return : 
 But, fofc ! the Noife of Feet Ly cor mas 
 
 Enter LY COR MAS. 
 
 > 
 i V/* T TJ"I 
 
 I've fhifted Garb, and am again the Pried. 
 
 Eur. What, from the Carthaginian ? 
 
 Lye. ; He expects, 
 
 In Confirmation that our Zeal is true, 
 
 The Captive Queen be made by our Procurement, 
 
 The trufty Pledge, and inftantly reftor'd. 
 
 Eur. It ihall be fo - the Anfwer fpeaks him well 5 
 At once declares the Gen'ral and the Lover. 
 Yet dang'rous, fure, and difficult the Task 
 To render back Candace to his Wifhcs ! 
 But, what fhall not afpiring Hopes attempt ? 
 
 Lye. And with Succefs, perhaps j but iliould that fail, 
 At lead we've play'd an artful Aftergame. 
 I've (own my Poyfon thick i'th' Tynan's Bread j 
 That his falfe Miftrefs feels her Victor's Charms, 
 And that the Roman meets her proffer'd Flame. 
 Hence, Fabius^ when he next goes out to Battle, 
 Shall, with returning Steps, ne'er reach the City, 
 But fall a Victim to th' invented Tale. 
 
 Eur. Too fine, I fear me, haft thou wove the Web 
 Of thy Defien -, true, the fictitious Part, 
 That he fhauld love Candace^ bears good Meaning 5 
 But, then the Truth, that (he indeed loves him, 
 Should, to my Thought, have never been i-eveal'd. 
 it may, perhaps, incline his haughty Soul 
 To flight the keeping of her fickle Heart. 
 
 Lye. Canft thou be fuch a Novice in that PafTion ? 
 Or, art thou fuch a Stranger to thy felt ? 
 Examine thy own Breaft, and truly tell me, 
 Whence flows thy Hatred to the noble Faints ? 
 
 C 2. Is
 
 ao The Fall of SAQUNTUM, 
 
 Is not Timandra's Love the real Source ? 
 Shall the fame Caufe then in the Tynan's Heart 
 Not have the fame Effect ? it fhall, it has : 
 I tell thee, Friend, if Hannibal himfelf, 
 Joyn'd by the choiceft of his Troops in War, 
 Can make the Roman bleed, his Fate is fix'd. 
 
 Eur. Thy Words have Weight} fure, if there be a 
 
 Joy 
 
 Tranfcends the Raptures ev'n of profp'rous Love, 
 It muft be when our difappointed Paffion 
 Finds full Revenge upon a hated Rival, 
 And in the Fav'rite (tabs th' ungrateful Fair. 
 
 Lye. Enjoy the Thought, for fuch {hall prove 
 
 th' Event 5 
 
 The mighty Chief, inflam'd at my Relation, 
 Demanded how in Battle he fhould know him. 
 For, tho' his warlike Name he oft had heard 5 
 And fatal Sword had made Candace Captive j 
 Yet fuch their Deitiny and Chance of War, 
 They never in the bloody Field had met. 
 I aniwer'd fhort, his Arms might well denote him, 
 The Milk-white Plume that nodded on his Helmet, 
 And Roman Eagle that addrn'd his Shield > 
 But that beyond all thefe, his mighty Arm, 
 Cutting its Paflage through the firmeft Ranks, 
 With horrid Slaughter fhould diftinguifli Fab'ms. 
 
 Eur. I think, thou wer't enamour'd on the Roman, 
 Thy Tongue grew lavifh in his fulfome Praife, 
 And wonder much the Chief could bear thy Language. 
 
 Lye. Again, but ill the Tynan doll thou meafure j 
 My Words, indeed, infpired his Soul with Rage, 
 A gen'rous Flame that kindled for the Battle : 
 Invet'rate there would he purfue his Life, 
 When from the Field he knows to prize his Valour, 
 And own the Honours that his Virtue merits. 
 From Principles like thefe his Thoughts are form'd, 
 And hence, I think, it was he talk'd of Mun w. 
 
 Eur. Ha! faid'ft thou, Murrus! did hefpcak of him? 
 
 Lye.
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 Lye. He did j and with moft honourable Mention, 
 That well became a noble Adverfary ; 
 He prais'd the gallant Actions of the Youth ; 
 Wifh'd him his Friend, that meriting his Favour, 
 Should Obilinacy ftill pofTefs the City, 
 And our Deflgns to give it to his Hands 
 By fame (miller Chance abortive prove, 
 Mercy might find him in the gen'ral Ruin. 
 
 Eur. I will improve the Hint, and ftir up Murrus j 
 He loves me well, and wifhes me his Sifter, [djide. 
 Irreconcilable in Hate to Fablus : 
 Then he is bold, vindictive, and impetuous, 
 Nor brooks a Rival in his Love, or Glory 5 
 His Popularity, as well as Power, 
 Will, if we gain him, further much our Purpofe: 
 Yet not at firll will I difclofe the Whole 
 Of our Intent 5 but playing with his ParTions, 
 Win him, that in Concurrence with the People, 
 He from his Father fhall demand Candace^ 
 Thoughtlefs that we defign to fet her free. 
 
 Lye. Succefs attend th' Attempt, as a good Omen 
 To our chief Work -, if Fortune favour that, 
 The City's Government fhall then be thine, 
 The Gift of Hannibal^ and mine the Priefthood. [Exit. 
 
 Eur. Perhaps, not fo ; fhould Murrus {hare the Conduct 
 Of this our dark and hardy Enterprise, 
 Too much already in the Syrian's Favour : 
 Nor can I form a Thought, a Gleam of Hope, 
 His Honour is to be feduc'd fo far : 
 Howe'er, at Leifure, I mail better weigh ir, 
 For, to the prefent Purpofe, here he comes. 
 
 Enter MURRUS. 
 
 Mur. EtirydamaS) well met ; I came to feek thee $ 
 But, who was he that quitted now the Place ? 
 
 Eur. It was the Priefr, Lycormas ; he, thou know' ft, 
 Is of my Blood, as well as neareft Friendihip j 
 A right good Man he is, and worthy well 
 
 To'vc
 
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 ToVe wore the Honours which thy partial Father 
 Gave from his juft and elder Hopes to 1 'heron, 
 y heron, who favours the perfidious Romans ; 
 3" her on, who palliates their bafe Treachery, 
 And fpeaks of Fabius as a new Chides. 
 
 Mur. Curfe on his glofling Tongue! his artful Words, 
 That iwell each Pigmy Action to a Giant. 
 The glaring Lights, in which he lets to view 
 The Romans Deeds, dazzle Saguntine Eyes, 
 And make them blind to their own Country's Merit. 
 What has his Sword done more than mine in Battle ? 
 When in the labour'd Field was I behind him ? 
 
 Unlefs returning from the warlike Toil. 
 
 The Taie of flaughter'd Foes, if right computed, 
 Would fet large Numbers upon Murrus Side 5 
 And fhould their Names be wejgh'd in Glory's Ballance, 
 His light and trifling Scale would kick the Beam. 
 
 Ear. His Pride is gauPd j now let me fire his Love. 
 
 {A fide. 
 
 Murrus, thou know'ft I love thee as a Brother, 
 And fuch did my fond Heart once think to call thee, 
 Till this curft Fabius robb'd me of that Hope ; 
 Then lure thou can'ir. not doubt I hate the Roman, 
 Our commmon Rival, Bane to both our Paflions $ 
 'Tis true, he fays, he only loves fimandra, 
 And feemingly neglects the Captive Queen j 
 
 Mur. What? 
 
 Eur. 'Tis but, perhaps, Surmife 5 < 
 
 Mur. Howe'er 
 
 Give it. 
 
 Evr. Should Fabius, brave tho' we allow him, 
 Yet as a Roman he may well prove falfe, 
 Weighing Events, revolving in his Thoughts 
 The mighty Ruin that hangs hov'ring o'er us, 
 Fly with his Pris'ner to the Syrian Camp, 
 And at her Ranfom, buy his ihametul Peace ? 
 I fay, this he may do
 
 The Fall of SAGIUNTUM! 
 
 Mur. Ccafe, ceafe to dwell 
 
 Upon that jarring String, it grates harfh Difcord, 
 Ruffles my Soul, and ihudders in my Blood. 
 Curit be the Day that ihe came forth to Battle, 
 Accurft the Chance that gave her to his Sword : 
 Had it been mine, our Fates had been more equal, 
 And we had each been Conquerour in turn. 
 She to my Arm, I to her Beauty, Captive. 
 What's to be done, Eurydamas ? 
 
 Ear. Only this, / 
 
 To fpread Sufpicions that the Queen's unfafe 
 Beneath the Roof of Fabms. This believ'd, 
 Contrive fhe may become our Charge : 
 
 Mur. The Means? 
 
 Eur. The People. Thou wer't once their chiefeft 
 
 Darling : 
 
 Go, try what may be done by Blandifhments 5 
 Stoop from thy haughty Soul, and court their Favours 
 Infmuate to them as a certain Truth, 
 What barely we furmifc, th' intended Flight ; 
 Enrag'd, they fhnll demand her of thy Father, 
 I'll follow fbrait, and join my utmofl Arts. 
 
 Mur. It ihall be done, I will not lofe a Moment : {Going. 
 But hafte thee after, for my Stay with them 
 Can be but fhort > my Father's Rifing calls me. {Exit. 
 
 Eur. The Bait is fwallow'd, and the hot-brain'd 
 
 Youth 
 
 Ne'er gave himfelf the Leiiure to confider. 
 Sedition, th'ou art up > and in the Ferment 
 To what may not the madding Populace, 
 Gather'd together for they fcarce know what, 
 Now loud proclaiming their late whifper'd Griefs, 
 Be wrought at length ? Perhaps, to yield the City. 
 Thus where the Alps their airy Ridge extend, 
 Gently, at firlt, the melting Snows defcend, 
 From the broad Slopes with murm'ring Lapfe they glide, 
 In foft Meanders down the Mountains Side j 
 
 But
 
 24 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 But lower fall'n, Streams, with each other croft, ~ 
 From Rock to Rock, impetuoufly are toft, L 
 
 'Till in the Rhone's capacious Bed they're loft 5 S 
 
 United there, roll rapidly away 
 And roaring reach, o'er rugged Rocks, the Sea. 
 
 [*//. 
 fhe End of the Firfi Att. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 SCENE, the 
 
 Enter CANDACE. 
 
 Can. TT O W poor a thing is Empire ! and how vain, 
 A. JL To pride ourfelves upon its lliort-liv'd Glo- 
 The mightieft Moriarchs of the peopled Earth (ries ! 
 Are ftill the Subjects to Capricious Fortune j 
 And, when fhe frowns, the Height on which they fit 
 Makes but their Fall more dreadful and confpicuous. 
 A fatal Inftance to the World am I, 
 My felf a Queen, and great Hi^rbas 1 Daughter 5 
 Yet what avail'd his far-extended Sway ? 
 What boots it, to have been the Son of Ammon ? 
 Oiv yonder Hoftile Plain in Death he lie?, 
 His Daughter Captive to a petty State : 
 Yet is not This the Sum of my Afflictions > 
 For to my Pride's Confufion, - but He's here 
 
 Enter FAB i us. 
 
 Fab. Pardon th' Intrufion that proceeds from Joy, 
 The Joy I have to bring you pleailng News, 
 Thfc Govcrnour propoies to your Chief 
 On honourable Terms to fet you free j 
 And fuch, as were I Hannibal, fhould ask 
 No fecond Thought, impatient as he i* Of
 
 Of Opposition, and the War prolong'd. 
 
 Can. If thou wert He, thou would'ft be wondrous 
 
 kind 
 
 No Doubt ! Candace then fhould have great Power ! 
 Talk'ft thou of Suppofitions ! what thou would'lt do ! 
 Curft, curft Evafion of my proffer'd Love, 
 That meets for Gratitude collufive Words ! 
 Well the Saguntims may reproach thy Country, 
 If they, like thee, know no Return of Merit. 
 Fab. Much am I injur'd in that Thought, fair Prin- 
 
 cefsj 
 
 My Soul's true Sentiments but little known. 
 With grateful Heart I meet your valued Friendfhip, 
 And deem it Honour done me by the Gods, 
 That to my Lot it fell, in the rude Conflict, 
 To fave you from th' unequal Chance of War. 
 
 Can. Would I had perifh'd there! obdurate Man! 
 Still wilt thou wrefl the Purport of my Words ? 
 
 [Turns. 
 
 I fpoke of Love 3 what doft thou mean by Friendlhip? 
 Well may'ft thou turn afide, thy confcious Eyes 
 Dare not behold the Beauties they have flighted ; 
 Charms, that have made rough Hannibal a Lover, 
 Whilft sffrick's purpled Monarchs fwell the Train > 
 Yet now their Influence is loft 3 to thee 
 A Queen, an Ama-zon, is forc'd to fue. 
 But wherefore rave I ? Can the Trumpet's Sound 
 y Give noble Ardour, where the Ear is deaf ? 
 The glorious Sun, that fets off Nature's Face, 
 Shines unperceiv'd by thick and filmy Eyes : 
 Is this Politenefs ? Thefe your Roman Arts ? 
 For this, the Nations round ftil'd barbarous ? 
 Infenfible, poor Wretch ! I'll learn to fcorn thee. 
 
 Fab. What {hall I fay, Illuftrious Maid, to calm 
 This Guft of Paffion, Tumult of thy Soul ? 
 'Tis fure to you I mult appear ungrateful, 
 At leaft a ftupid, defpicable Slave, 
 Devoid of Senfe, and dead to Beauty's Call : 
 
 D Yet
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 Yet Heav'n can tell how much I prize your Worth, 
 The joint Perfections both of Soul and Form 5 
 Think not, a Roman can be Foe to Love 5 
 We own his Pow'r, nor does your warmer Sun 
 Shine yet but faintly on our Neighbour Coall. 
 "With Admiration I behold your Beauty, 
 Your graceful Figure, and confummate Charms : 
 Unarm'd, great Juno's Majefty you wear : 
 When in the Field, you look another Pallas 5 
 And, could the Goddefs boait thy various Graces, 
 To her the Trojan Youth had giv'n the Prize. 
 
 Can. Were I that Pallas, thou the Shepherd Paris 9 
 (And fure the Shepherd's Part would fuit thee well,) 
 Soft Cytberea would engage thy Choice, 
 As now 'Timandra bears it from Candace. \_Starts. 
 
 Ha ! ftart'ft thou, Roman ? Have I told thee falfe ? 
 
 Fab. Well then, the Secret's out j which, for thy 
 
 Peace, 
 
 Induftrious did my Tongue ftrive to conceal ; 
 Yet fince thou haft it, I'll avow my Paflion 5 
 The lambent, unextinguifhable Flame, 
 Which her foft Eyes, and yet more gentle Virtues, 
 Have kindled in the faithful Breaft of Fabius. 
 
 Can. Am I rejected for a puling Girl ? 
 A fondling, foft, domeftick Animal j 
 Whole wondrous Talent, whofe Perfection is 
 To weave fbme pretty Story in the Loom ; 
 Or with her Lute foften yet more her Soul j 
 A cooing Turtle that bemoans its Mate, 
 Infipid Creature, form'd without a Gall. 
 
 Fab. Her Talents are not mafculine, indeed ; 
 To wield the Sword, to {train the twanging Yew, 
 To lafh the foaming Steeds, and drive the Car 
 With rapid Wheels o'er mangled Carcalles, 
 She knows not : Thefe are Amazonian Virtues. 
 Yet is fhe not the lefs replete with Honour, 
 And nobleft Sentiments confirm her Soul. 
 With Female Softnefs {he bewails her Countiy, 
 
 With
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. ^7 
 
 With manly Patience fhe partakes its Hardfhips ; 
 Whilft the poor Pittance, dol'd about with Caution, 
 To fence againft, that meager Fiend, the Famine, 
 In Pity fhe divides with fome ftarv'd Soldier. 
 
 Can. 'Tis vain, I fee, to ftruggle with my Fate 5 
 Yet will my Paflion make one laft Effort. 
 Now hear me, Fabius^ and well weigh my Words. 
 The Terms thou talk' ft of from the Governour, 
 Shall they with me give Freedom to thy felf ? 
 
 Fab. Amazing Kindnefs ! Can you think that he 
 Would offer thus ? Or Hannibal accept ? 
 
 Can. Then 'tis thy Artifice, and poor Invention, 
 To rid thy felf of my detefted Love ; 
 But fmce that cannot move thy Soul to Softnefs, 
 Confider well the Dangers that fiirround thee -, 
 Thefe nodding Walls, and their impending Ruin ; 
 Short is their Date, and fure Deftru6tion waits them 5 
 If Dangers move not, let Ambition fire thee. 
 Of martial Realms, G<etulian Chiefs, that ride 
 Swift without Bridle, of Marmarick Lands, 
 Thy Captive is the Queen ; of thefe fhe makes, 
 And of her Virgin Heart, vow'd heretofore 
 To the chafte Huntrcfs Queen, at once the Offer.- 
 Fly with me then from this ill-fated City 5 
 Difguis'd, thro' the Sidonian Troops I'll lead thee 5 
 And when thy Foot is fet on AfricKs Shore, 
 It's next Aicent fhall be to mount a Throne. 
 
 Fab. Now hear a Roman fpeak : That offer'd Throne, 
 And what is yet more worth, thy glorious Sel 
 Were my Heart free, I'imandra never known, 
 Should not win Fabius to forfake his Honour : 
 Too much already is my Count ly cenfur'd 5 
 Shall I by Flight thus add to its Difgrace ? 
 Ignoble Thought ! no, here my Fate fhall find me } 
 In Faith's fair Caufe I will refign my Breath, 
 And dying fhew, at leaft, what Romans were :""jj 
 Yet thus in Gratitude I bow before thee, 
 Imploring the Good Gods on thy Behalf 
 
 D 2, In
 
 a8 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 In S.ifety may'ft thou reach thy native Land, 
 In Glory may'ft thou reign its mighty Queen 5 
 While tome deferving Monarch {hares thy Bed, 
 Enjoying Beauties Fate deny'd to me. 
 
 Can. Are thefe thy Pray'rs ? To me they are but 
 
 Curfes 5 
 
 And in Return what fhould I beg for thee ? 
 But my big Heart difdains a further Converfe 5 
 Thy own Stupidity be on thy Head, 
 For fure, if not my Love could warm thy Breaft, 
 In this at leaft thy groveling Soul is {hewn, 
 To fpurn at Empire, and refute a Crown. [Exit. 
 
 Fab. 'Tis true, Ambition never was my View, 
 Tho' Glory ftill has been my great Purfuit j 
 I would, by noble Actions in her Service, 
 Deferve the utmoft Honours of my Country, 
 Nor higher do my Thoughts affect to rife. 
 And to a gen'rous Soul the virtuous Rule 
 O'er a free People, chearfully obeying, 
 Muft bring more real, and fublimer Joy, 
 Than can be in the moft Defpotick Sway. 
 But my own Paffion now requires Attendance 5 
 And more than time I paid it at the Palace. 
 The watchful Governour will foon come forth 
 To chear the People with his wonted Goodnels 5 
 And with his Prefence animate the Soldier. [Exit. 
 
 SCENE changes to the Palace of the Governour. 
 
 Enter Si CO HIS, MuRRUSfl/fc/TlMANDRA. 
 
 Sic. Tho' twice four Moons the Tyrian has begirt, 
 With Troops unnumbcr'd as his Africk Sands, 
 Our Walls 5 yet ftill, tho' {hattcr'd, they remain j 
 Our Tow'rs, tho' fliaken, ftill erect their Heads, 
 And threaten in their Fall to crufli the Foe. . 
 
 Mur. Thus low reduc'd, thus fore diftrefs'd by Famine, 
 The People ftill retain their priftinc Valour 3 
 
 Patient
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 Patient they fuffer all the dire Extremes, 
 While Relt and Suftenance feem Things forgot. 
 
 Tim. With feeble Steps, upheld by difus'd Spears, 
 Our aged Sires afcend and man the Ramparts, 
 Pour thence in Pray'rs a Flood of Bleflings down, 
 And chear with good Prefage their Tallying Sons. 
 
 Sic. And fuch fhould prove th' Event, were not their 
 
 Strength 
 
 Impair'd by Want of Nature's due Refrelhments 5 
 Strong in their Hearts alone, their Foes they feek, 
 With whom, when met, they deal but flender Blows. 
 
 Tim. Oh, glorious Love of Liberty and Truth ! 
 Oh, pow'rful Force of pure unwav'ring Faith, 
 Saguntitm's other Deity rever'd : 
 Relieve, thou Goddefs, thy true Votaries, 
 And from thy blefs'd Abode fhow'r down Affiftance. 
 
 Sic. Thou Pow'r divine .' born before Jove himlelf ! 
 At once the Glory both of Men and Gods, 
 Confort of Juflice, Deity confefs'd 
 In ev'ry Bofom where thou deign'lt to dwell 5 
 Can'ft thou, unmov'd, behold thy own Saguntum 
 Opprefs'd with Woes furpaflmg humane Bearing ? 
 Woes, that fhe differs for thy fake alone ? 
 For thee the People die, on thee they call, 
 The rueful Father, and defpairing Matron, 
 While ramifh'd Infants learn to fpeak thy Name j 
 Oh ! let their innocent and piteous Cries 
 Pull down thy Vengeance on our cruel Foes. 
 
 Tim. This Day, my Father, have the Prieits decreed, 
 Directed by their Chief, the pious Theron^ 
 To pafs in folemnPomp around the City 5 
 With all due Rites and hallowed Ceremonies, 
 Invoking to our Aid Alcm<ena?s Son. 
 At the lame Time, attended by a Troop 
 Of nobleit Virgins, jfhall Timandra go 
 To Faittfs challe Shrine j there proilrate on the Floor, 
 Our Heads and Hands array'd in pureft white, 
 We'll humbly join th' Oblation of our Pray'rs, 
 
 And
 
 go The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 And from the Goddels beg her kind Protection. 
 
 Mur. In vain, I fear me, are thofe Pray'rs prefer'd, 
 While Fate too clofely prefies on our State, 
 Giv'n up to Ruin by the faithlefs Romans. 
 Like our great Founder, are we doom'd to fall j 
 Who, after Labours moft unparallel'd, 
 Became the ViHm of bafe Treachery. 
 
 Sic. The War indeed is rather theirs than ours, 
 For Hannibal^ through us, but aims at them j 
 With horrid Rites at Pro/erpinc's dark Altar 
 Sworn by his Father, their invet'rate Foe, 
 Implacable he meditates the future War j 
 Already in his Thoughts the Alps are paft j 
 The Latian Fields cover'd with Defolation, 
 While floating CarcafTes obftrucT: the Streams j 
 His Thirft of Blood and fierce Imagination 
 Ev'n now give Rome to his deftru&ive Rage j 
 O'er the fev'n Hills the Tynan Flame afcends, 
 And by himfelf the Capitol is fir'd. 
 
 Mur. By Hercules^ iriould all his Hopes be anfwer'd, 
 'T would be but what their Perfidy deferves j 
 Inglorioufly to fit, and fee a People 
 Fighting their Caufe, allied in ftri&eft League, 
 Receive Conditions from a merc'lefs Victor. 
 
 Sic. Let not thy Country's Love too far tranfpoit 
 Thy j utter Thoughts, my Son j for thou fhalt find 
 The Romans ever were renown'd for Faith, 
 Rigid Obfervers of their facred Com pads, 
 And in their Word, once giv'n, inviolate 5 
 Can the whole Earth produce another Inftance 
 Equal to that of their great Regulus ? 
 Immortal Man ! thou doll as far tranfcend 
 All other Heroes, as the Sun the Stars. 
 
 Mur. 'Tis true, and therefore fhames their prefent 
 
 Race : 
 He fhou'd by's Truth, methinks, have been Saguntine. 
 
 Sic. Curb thy licentious Tongue, intemp'rate Boy, 
 Shalt thou pretume to fcan Rome's awful Councils ? 
 
 The
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. gi 
 
 The fecret Springs, that move the Wheels of Empire, 
 Are wrought too fubtle for Youth's giddy Eyes. 
 Aflume not to thy lelf, then, what's above thee j 
 Nor think opprobrious Language makes a Patriot. 
 
 Enter THE RON. 
 
 Thy Steps are hafty, and thy Looks declare 
 That Haite important 5 is there ought befide, 
 Than that, perhaps, the Foe appears in Arms ? 
 
 Ther. The Foe, I think, is got within our Walls j 
 A new interline Foe, accurs'd Sedition : 
 The People mutiny, and thro' the Streets 
 Grumbling they mutter Treachery and 
 The Captive Queen, and more fuch idle Tales, 
 I heeded not ; but hither bent me ftraight, 
 TJ tell thec this fo much unlook'd for Mifchief ; 
 BJ c; <~k, and crum the Monlter in its Birth. 
 
 T. //. Oh ! Sir, believe not, Fabius can be guilty 
 Of rhc leaii Thought repugnant to his Honour j 
 Vircue to him is all the World can give, 
 He by her ftrifteit Rules his Actions guides j 
 This is vile Calumny and bafe Afperfion, 
 The ven'mous Offspring of fome Villain's Brain, 
 Who hates the noble Youth for being Roman. 
 
 Sic. Thy Cautions how to think of him are needlefs, 
 Full well I know, and knowing prize his Worth : 
 Retire, my Child, while I go meet the People 5 
 Make thy Heart eafy ; Fabius be my Care. 
 
 [_Exeunt Theron, Sicoris, and Murrus. 
 
 Tim. Make him your Care too, ye all-gracious Pow'rs! 
 Protect the lively Pattern of your felves, 
 The Great, the Good, Beneficent and Juft. 
 
 Enter FABIUS. 
 
 Ha ! Fabius -, fare, he knows not of the News. 
 
 Fab. The People's Eyes (cowl'd on me as I paflr, 
 And lowering knit, methought, their angry Brows. 
 Not fo their Wont, while Mothers to their Children 
 
 With
 
 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 With grateful grating Words, fevcrely kind, 
 Pointing, would fay, there goes indeed a Roman. 
 I know not what to think j but fee, Timandra > 
 And in her Prefence other Cares are loft. 
 
 Tim. Did'ft thou not meet my Father at thy Entrance ? 
 
 Fab. I did 5 fome flight Disturbance, as he faid, 
 Requir'd his Prefence in the Forum -, told me 
 Thou wer't alone, and penfive ; bid me cheer thee > 
 And wifli'd me here to llay till his Return. 
 
 Tim. It was his Care to keep him from the Tumult, 
 
 Which by his Abfence beft might be compos'd } 
 
 I take the Hint thou cam'il, I thought, to cheer me. 
 
 Fab. Alas ! Timandra^ can it be, my Tongue 
 Should that impart, which my griev'd Heart ne'er 
 
 knows ? 
 
 All jocund Thoughts have fled the wretched Fabius y 
 And Cheerfulnefs and I have long been Strangers. 
 Thy Love alone it is fupports my Soul, 
 Try'd by Diftrefs, a fadly pleafing Comfort. 
 
 Tim. Thy Words, tho' mournful, itill have Pow'r 
 
 to charm, 
 
 Gently they footh my moft perplexing Fears. 
 \s With thee converging I forget my Sorrows, 
 While fofter Paflions fill their empty Place, 
 Engrofs my Bofom, and poflcfs me whole. 
 
 Fab. Nor think, I hear thee fpeak thus without 
 
 Rapture -, 
 
 Thy kind Exprefftons fill my Heart with Tranfport, 
 Like fofteft Harmony they reach my Ear, 
 And thrilling Pleaftires fhoot thro' ev'ry Vein : 
 Yet when they ceafe, fo do not too thy Charms j 
 Speaking, or mute, the Graces wait around thee, 
 And Lovelinefs attends and forms each Motion. 
 
 Tim. Thus to thy Eyes I would indeed appear, 
 And thus I do believe thy Paffion paints me } 
 When o'er our Hearts fond Love has got Dominion, 
 With his own Blindnefs he infects his Subjects : 
 Yet whatfoe'er I am, believe me thine, Thine
 
 The Fall of S A G u N T u M. 33 
 
 Thine in the laft ReceiTes of my Soul. 
 
 Fab. Shall I then hear, and only hear the Bleiling ? 
 While cruel Fate denies me the Fruition. 
 Come, come, my Countrymen} redeem your Honour, 
 And drive thefe faithlels Africans before you. 
 
 Tim. The very Thought revives me : Should they 
 
 come, 
 
 And fure, methinks, they fliould, we yet were happy. 
 
 Fab. Prophetick be thy Words ! Let me, great Gods, 
 Behold the glorious Day, when Rome's dread Pow'r 
 Shall mufter on yon' Plains her warlike Bands ; 
 Soon fhalt thou lofe thy Fears, and fee with Joy 
 The Tyrian Troops diflodge, and fly before them. 
 So when a Mountain Goat fome Tiger fpies, 
 Browzing the Shrubs, at his full Stretch he flies, 
 Already (eiz'd of her with greedy Eyes. 
 From the Rock's Refuge, her fecurer Haunts, 
 Driv'n o'er the Plain, the wearied Creature pants 5 
 Hardly, with Fear, and Toil, her Breath me draws, 
 And now, juft now, dreads his protended Claws : 
 If then the lordly Lion come in View, 
 No longer dares he the clole Chafe purfue'j 
 Aw'd, yet with Rage indignant, ftalks away, 
 And to the nobler Brute refigns his hard-fought Prey, 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 The End of the Second ACT, 
 
 F ACT
 
 54 Tlx Fall 0/SAGUNTUM, 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 SCENE the FORUM. 
 
 Enter E u RY D A M A s and SAGUNTINES. 
 
 17? Sag. T7 1 UrydamaS) thy Country owes thee much, 
 J\ For this thy watchful Care, and timely 
 
 Notice 
 Of foul Dcfigns againft her. 
 
 Ld Sag. We all thank thee. 
 
 T)d Sag. And fhould the Governor refufe us Jufticc, 
 We'll tear the Enfigns of his Office from him, 
 And to thy Hands, and his brave Son's, commit them. 
 
 Eur. Their giddy Heat will ruin my whole Plot > 
 For 'tis not They muft fix me in that Seat j 
 And Mitrrus frill comes 'crofs my belt Defigns. 
 What mean ye, Friends, and whither do ye run, 
 jVliltaking wide the Drift of my Difcourfe ? 
 My flcnoer Services ye far o'er-rate, 
 And ramly cenfure Noble Slcorls^ 
 Your prudent, brave, and refolute Defender. 
 True, he is partial to our faithlefs Friends, 
 And, blindly honeft, thinks the fame of Fabius\ 
 Who bears difTembled Love t.o his fair Daughter; 
 From whom when once we fhall have ftripp'd the Vizor, 
 You need not then to doubt his juft Award : 
 But fee, he comes 5 be bold in your Aflertions, 
 And confident in your Demands. 
 
 Enter S i c o R i s, TH E R o N and M u R R u s. 
 
 Sic. Whence comes it, 
 
 My Countrymen, that in tumultuous Soit, 
 
 And
 
 The Fall of S A G u N T u M. 35 
 
 And fallen Mood, you thus are met together, 
 Doubling the Horrors of War's fearful Viilige ? 
 What are your Griefs ? and whence your Difcontent ? 
 
 i ft Sag. Our Griefs arc, like our Labours, numbcr- 
 
 lefsj 
 
 And fv'ry Morn, when we awake from Reft, 
 (If any Reft we can be laid to have) 
 Sets a new Scene of Mifery before us. 
 
 id Sag. How long muft we expect thefc tardy Ro- 
 mans ? 
 
 How long with eager Eyes in vain explore 
 The Sea, that ne'er {hall whiten with their Sails? 
 Such is their Faith, their long-expected Aids ! 
 
 Sic. Why they have fail'd, the Gods can only tell ; 
 Yet whither tend thefe Speeches of Reproach ? 
 Is Liberty at laft grown irkfomc to you ? 
 Or would ye, 'caufe they come not, yield the City? 
 
 Sag. Curfe on the Heart that harbours fuch a 
 
 Thought! 
 
 We would not be betray'd by one amongft us j 
 Nor, like jfmyd^e^ perifh by our Silence. 
 
 Sic. Point out the Man, ye fhall have ample Juftice. 
 
 i ft Sag: The Roman Fab'ms^ he, that inmate Traitor. 
 
 Sic. His Name and Treachery but ill accord -, 
 Yet fpeak, declare, what do you charge on him ? 
 
 zd Sag. That in Conjunction with the Captive Queen, 
 Whom thy too fond Opinion of his Truth 
 Has ftill permitted to remain with him, 
 He holds pernicious Councils to the State. 
 
 3</ Sag. And now has plotted, if nought worfe they 
 
 can, 
 To fly, and yield her to the Carthaginian. 
 
 Sic. Empty Chimera's, vain and idle Tales ! 
 Fictions, irreconcileable to Reafon ! 
 Did not this Fabiiis^ whom ye now implead, 
 Refufc to go in EmbafTy to Rome^ 
 Our delegated Friend? Had he not then 
 Secure retreated without Stain of Honour -, 
 
 E 2 Nor
 
 36 the Fall 0/ S A a u w T u M. 
 
 Nor known the Toils and Dangers here he runs ? 
 Which of you all has not beheld the Deeds, 
 That in our Country's Caufe he has atchiev'd ? 
 Mifdoubting, thanklefs, bafe, ungrateful Men ! 
 
 Eur. By Heav'n, he ftaggers their irrefolute Souls j 
 I muft be quick, and reinforce their Clamour. (A fide J) 
 What's this Ingratitude thou doft reproach us? 
 His Caufe of Stay was but thy beauteous Daughter, 
 Whofe Charms now flighted for the Amazonian^ 
 In fhameful League combin'd, their Flight he plots. 
 Sic. Now Shame upon thy Tongue, Eurydamas! 
 This is thy Malice to a favour'd Rival, 
 The rankling Sore that fefters in thy Breaftj 
 Had'ft thou believ'd what now thou doft aver. 
 The pleafing Truth had flept within thy Bofom. 
 Are thefe your Grounds, and his your Informations ? 
 
 (turning to the People.} 
 
 \fl Sag. Be it fufficient, we believe it Truth > 
 Nor fhall we leave without Redreis the Place. 
 
 Mur. And ye Ihall find it, Friends 5 my noble Father 
 Prefides not but to do the injur'd Juftice : 
 Lay your Demands before him without Fear. 
 
 id Sag. Let her be given Eurydamas to. keep 5 
 To him intrufted, we ihall think her fafe. 
 
 Mur. Conclude it done, it is both juft and fitting. 
 Sic. How, Boy, doft thou prefcribc thy Father 
 
 Rules?- 
 
 And to Sedition's Voice join thy Accord? 
 I'll teach thee better to behave to both, 
 
 Thy Parent and thy Country : A Guard there. 
 
 Eur. Talk not to us of Guards, w"e will protect 
 
 him ; 
 
 id Sag. Nor {hall he fuffer in the People's Caufe. 
 Tber. Murrus, without a Paufe, implore his Pardon. 
 And thou, O Sicoris^ forgive his Fault $ 
 A Warmth, that flow'd from a too forward Zeal. 
 Excufe the Raftmefs of thy wretched People, 
 Who, fuft'ring much, worn out with War and Famine, 
 
 (Which
 
 77;e Fall of S A a u N T ti ; M. 37 
 
 (Which with a Conftancy unmatch'd they've born) 
 
 If blindly drawn, and artfully feduc'd 
 
 By fome officious Villain's bufy Tongue, 
 
 They have prefum'd to defcant on thy Conduct : 
 
 And you, my Countrymen, retract your Error : 
 
 With Eyes impartial view your noble Chief, 
 
 And recognize his Worth. Has he not been 
 
 More than your Governor, your common Parent? 
 
 Has he not pafs'd in painful Watch the Night ? 
 
 Confum'd the careful Day in Search of thofe, 
 
 Where foft Humanity might beft be fhewn? 
 
 For you ftill provident, carelefs for himfelf, 
 
 Each Day he marks with fome diftinguiih'd Goodnels. 
 
 And do ye thus return the gen'rous Labours? 
 
 Eur. Now Cankers eat his Tongue : The meddling 
 
 Prieft ! 
 See, how he talks them to their former Dotage. 
 
 (4fi&.) 
 
 'fher. 'Tis Unanimity alone can give 
 Strength to our Caufe, and to the City Safety. 
 Then hear what I propofe: Will ye confide 
 In me, the Prieft of Hercules your God ? 
 Within the Temple let the Queen be lodg'd. 
 My felf, and holy Brethren, for her Guard. 
 
 (Ttiey fccm to confer,} 
 
 Eur. Perdition feize him, I again am baffled j 
 I read it in their Looks, he has prevail'd. 
 
 \ft Sag. We are content -, that granted we retire. 
 Fher. What fay 'ft thou, Sicoris? 
 
 Sic. Let it be fo : 
 
 fflerofa unto thy Charge we now commit her> 
 Convey the Royal Captive to the Temple > 
 My felf will be the noble Roman's Surety. 
 
 [_Ex. Sicoris, Murras, Eurydamas and People, 
 f/jcr. No trifling Labour will it be t'appeafe 
 The juft Refentment that {hall fire his Scnl : 
 I wHb, fome other had th' unthankful Office. 
 
 Er.ter
 
 g 8 The Fall 0/SAGUNTUM. 
 
 Enter FABIUS and CURTIUS. 
 
 Tab. CurtiuSy I thank thee for thy friendly Call j 
 When Honour is concem'd, Love muft give place : 
 But fee, the For am void ! Are my Accufers fled ? 
 
 Cur. They durft not ftay to brave thy Innocence. 
 
 Tker. Softly, my Friends 3 what is to Reafon juft, 
 Will not of Force convince an inflam'd People : 
 They fee with others Eyes 5 nor will they truft, 
 When cunningly wrought up, their proper Series. 
 They are retir'd indeed, but on Conditions 
 Such, as I fear, will grate thy gen'rous Soul. 
 
 Fab. Oh, I'hcron! if I ever entertain'd 
 Th' abandoned Thought of what I am accus'd, 
 May'ft thou and all good Men renounce me here, 
 Nor in th' Elyfian Fields my Soul know Reft ! 
 
 I'her. Neediefs to me are thefe thy Imprecations j 
 To me, not Innocence it elf is clearer > 
 Thy Name as white as is the new-fall'n Snow. 
 Yet, what I have in Charge permit me tell 5 
 In forc'd Compliance to the People's Clamour, 
 ( Who by no other Means might be appeas'd, ) 
 By me, thy Captive Sicoris requires : 
 From thee, ungrateful Task, I muft remove, 
 And in the Temple of dlcides place her. 
 
 Fab. Too ea(y Sicoris! Unthankful People! 
 My Soul is touch'd in her moft tender Part, 
 My Honour injur'd beyond Reparation ; 
 Unheard, unprov'd, thus to be deem'd a Villain ! 
 In all the Shapes Ingratitude appears, 
 Her moft deteftcd Form is vile Sufpicion. 
 
 'fher. Chafe not thy felf about the Rabble's Cen- 
 
 fure > 
 
 They blame, or praife, but as one leads the other : 
 Unthinking Souls! that when confider'd fingly, 
 How few we find defcrve the Name of Man 5 
 Yet in Conjunction grow they formidable, 
 And hence from Sicoris have this extorted. 
 
 Fab.
 
 Tfee Fall of S A G u N T u M. 39 
 
 Fab. Since to thy Charge the Queen fhall be in- 
 
 truited, 
 
 With lefs Regret I yield her from my Care ; 
 Yet does my fwelling Heart refufe the Office : 
 CurfittSy go thou, and fpare thy Friend the Shame. 
 
 [Exeunt Theron and Curtius, 
 To the good Man I fmother'd my Refentment, 
 Which, at a proper Time, they dear fhail rue. 
 
 Enter MURRUS. 
 
 But Mutrus comes, and on his angry Brow, 
 
 Like a black Storm, fits low'ring Difcontent. 
 
 He fees, but would avoid me. What, ho ! Murrus. 
 
 Miir. See, I return : What wouldft thou with me, 
 Roman ? 
 
 Fab. Thou call'ft me, Roman ; fuch indeed I am. 
 And much I glory in that Appellation 5 
 Yet, for I know thou mean' it it in Reproach, 
 I well cou'd wiih thee to forget my Country, 
 Since 'tis with friendly Meaning I accoft thee. 
 
 Mur. Forget thy Country ! would I ne'er had 
 
 known it, 
 
 Nor feen in thee a Pattern of her Falmood : 
 Thou who, thus trufted, lodg'd within our Bofbms, 
 Could' ft poorly meditate inglorious Flight, 
 And with thee bear away our nobleft Captive. 
 
 Fab. Thou do'ft not in thy Heart thus think oSFabitts ; 
 Thefe harfh Exprcilions flow but from thy Tongue, 
 The hafty Sallies of miftaken Paflion ; 
 Thy Bofom muft acquit me of the Slander : 
 Too well thou know'ft the Love I bear thy Sifter, 
 But 'tis Candace's ill-plac'd Flame that galls thee. 
 Why do' ft thou frown? Love is not in ourPowcr> 
 Nay, what feems ftranger, is not in our Choice : 
 We only love, where Fate ordains we friould, 
 And, blindly fond, oft flight fuperior Merit. 
 Since this the Cafe, let not her fruitlcfs Paflion 
 Eftrangc thy Heart from oncwhofeeksthvFriendiliip; 
 
 Who
 
 40 Tfo Fall of S A G u N T u M. 
 
 Who, pleas'd, beholds thee in a double View, 
 Tfhe gallant Youth, and dear Timandra's Brother. 
 
 Mur. Would that Timandra heard thy nice Difcuf- 
 
 fion 
 
 On that foft PafHonj {he, be fure, would thank theej 
 Think her felf much indebted to kind Fate, 
 To whofe fole Influence thy Love is due. 
 
 Fab. Unkindly urg'd 3 I thought not of my felf, 
 Or, what's much dearer than my felf, Timandra. 
 Oh ! flic's all Tendemefs and gentle Joy, 
 The fmiling Loves play hov'ring round her Lips, 
 And Grace ineffable adorns her Eyes : 
 If the then, thus bedeck'd with all that Nature 
 Could hvifh on her with a Hand profufe, 
 Can think of Fab'ius^ and his little Merit, 
 I well might fay 'twas Fate that made me happy j 
 Yet is there wanting to confirm that Blifs, 
 Did not th' unhappy Siege forbid my Joys, 
 Thy kind Confent, which ftill in vain I court ; 
 Thy noble Brother, Peace be to his Shade \ 
 Was Fabius' Friend, and furthered ftill my Love 5 
 Be thou like him, or tell me why thou art not. 
 
 Mur. Already thou muft know we had two Mo- 
 thers, 
 
 Rutulian his, and mine of Grecian Extract, 
 Nearly related to Eurydamas , 
 And if thou weit not, what I fcorn, a Roman^ 
 Should for that Reafon wifh my Sifter his. 
 
 Fab. Yet whence this Scorn ? and wherefore, tho' 
 
 a Roman y 
 
 Am I not woithy of thy Sifter's Arms? 
 Do not Rome's Glories fill th' admiring World, 
 Or does the Grecian Name outrival hers ? 
 Grant, that my Country ihould have been to blame, 
 (Yet fure the Day fhall come to clear that Crime) 
 Speak with impartial Voice, and then declare, 
 It, howfoe'er by thee preferr'd, my Rival 
 Has in Sagtmtum's Caufe done more than I ? 
 
 Mur.
 
 The Fall <?/*SAGUNTUM. 41 
 
 Mur. Thou feem'fl to vaunt thee in thy martial 
 
 Deeds : 
 
 Vet what are thefe, that any brave Saguntlne 
 Should from thy Sword claim but the Second Place 
 In Honour's Liil ? By me Hiempfal fell j 
 Who with bold Feet durft tread the dang'rous Sands, 
 And from the raging Seas fnatch back their Spoils. 
 By me fell Chermes^ Majiilus^ and Atyr^ 
 Who of his Poyfon could difarm the Serpent, 
 And, touching, charm to fleep the baneful Adder. 
 Then KartalO) that) with intrepid Hand,, 
 Would foothing ftroke the pregnant Lionefs. 
 All Lybian Chiefs, and fuch their favage Virtues ! 
 Nor could, iuperior to all thefe, Fliarbas 
 Efcape my Sword, tho' fprung from mighty Jove: 
 While now thou gloried: in his Daughter's Chains, 
 In fhameful Conqueft, ignominious Triumph. 
 
 Fab. What I have done, becomes not me to fay j 
 And with ill Grace thy Tongue declares thy Deeds : 
 Yet tell me, Murrus, did the Shame of Conqueft 
 Over an Amazon^ whofe fatal Arm 
 Had then laid weltring in his Blood thy Brother, 
 Forbid thy Vengeance, and reftrain thy Sword ? 
 Oh, Honour nicely weigh'd! Fraternal Love! 
 Was it for this the fhameful Part was left 
 To me? Who led her Captive from the Field j 
 Which thou difdaining, kept'ft thy felf aloof. 
 
 Mur. She faw thee Roman^ and fhe deem'd thec 
 
 falfe : 
 
 Yielding to thee, fhe hop'd a fafer Flight, 
 Which from thy Treach'ry {he might foon expect; 
 And that fhe thought aright, th' Event has prov'd. 
 
 Fab. How has it prov'd? Is to afperfe, to prove? 
 Sad then ihould be the State of Innocence. 
 Shall bare Aflertion have the Force of Truth, 
 And weigh the Tenor of our Actions down? 
 No, 'tis from them, when other Proof is wanting, 
 That Men ihouid form their apt and furer Judgmr nts. 
 
 F Thus
 
 The Fall 0/SAGUNTUM. 
 v 
 
 Thus therefore wrong'd, let me, not vainly, fay. 
 From mine, thy Father thinks me, as I am, 
 Thy Country's Friend, and her no final! Support. 
 
 Mur. Thou her Support ! infufferable Pride ! 
 Oh Arrogance unmatched! What then am 1? 
 What is E&ydajpaS) or Valiant Theron? 
 That we fhould yield the foremoir. Rank in War? 
 By Heav'n, my Soul now kindles as for Battel, 
 And my big Heart beats thick with Indignation. 
 No more I charge thee, on thy Life, no more. 
 
 Fab. I fmile, believe me, at this caufelefs Heat j 
 True Courage is not, where fermenting Spirits 
 Mount in a troubled and unruly Stream j 
 The Soul's its proper Seat j an<d Reafon there 
 Prefiding, guides its cool or warmer Motions : 
 Thy idle Rage, that like a cover'd Fire, 
 The Embers rak'd, mounts up in crackling Sparks, 
 I heed no more, than Heav'n thofe fiery Bubbles. 
 
 Mur. 'Tis well. Now fhew this Grandeur of thy 
 
 Soul-, 
 
 And let thy Arm, not Words, rebuke that Rage, 
 Which feerns ib idle to thy reas'ning Valour: 
 Here on this Spot it quickly fhall be feen, 
 If thy fupporting Sword can fave its Mailer, (Draws.) 
 
 Fab. Thy Prowefs well I know, as thou doftminej 
 Better employed againft the common Foe : 
 Then, Murrus^ fhcath again in Peace thy Weapon j 
 If not for thine, yet for thy Countiy's Sake. 
 Juft would her Exclamations prove on Fabius^ 
 If in domeftick Broil, howe'er provok'd, 
 My Sword ihould rob her of fo brave a Son. 
 
 Mur. I foon will eafe thee of that needlefs Fear 5 
 Draw 5 if I fall, my Country fhall acquit thee. 
 
 Fab. Still I am calm. Is not the dear -TirKandra 
 
 Mur. Her Country's Shame for doating on a Roman; 
 That abject Thought imbitters more my Rage : 
 Nor will I dally thus one Moment longer. 
 
 Defend thy felf. 
 
 Fab,
 
 The Fall of S A G u N T u M. 43 
 
 Fab. -- Nay, then - (Fight.) 
 
 Enter E u RY D A M A s. 
 What do I fee ? 
 
 If both, or either falls, it fuits my Purpofc; 
 I will withdraw. 
 
 Enter CURTIUS. 
 
 Cur. - How now! Retiring, Villain ? - - 
 'Tis thou haft blown this Fircj then take thy Share. 
 
 Enter T H E R o N, as they engage. 
 
 'fher. I think fome Fury has poiTcfs'd your Bofoms/ 
 Is this a Time for Civil Feud and Difcord ? 
 
 [Beats down the Swords of the two latter* 
 while Fabius di farms Murrus. 
 
 Tab. Now better learn to ufe thy Tongue or Sword j 
 And owe thy Life, to what thou fcorn'ft, a Roman. 
 
 Mur. Ciirfe on my Fate, curfc on my feeble Ann, 
 Unfaithful Minifter to a daring Soul} 
 Poorly thou haft betray'd my former Name, 
 And in a Moment fully 'd all its Glories. 
 
 tfher. Calm thy felf, Murrus , 'tis the Seiner's Lot 
 To meet the Frowns, as well as Smiles of Fortune $ 
 In private Combat, as in War, uncertain. 
 Where is the Heroe, who ne'er found his Equal ? 
 Or which the Nation, that can boaft a Chief^ 
 Who (till return'd victorious from the Fieid? 
 Such was not Pyrrhtts; fuch our mighty Foe, 
 Not even Hannibal himfelf fhall prove. 
 What Confolation Fate allows foil'd Virtue. 
 Is to receive that Foil from noble Hands : 
 But what, Eurydamas^ fhall I fay for thec, 
 Thou bafe Fomenter of unnat'ral Jars? 
 
 Eur. For me Speak for thy felf, injurious Pricftj 
 Nor blacken others, till thy felf art clear : 
 Reform the Manners of thy Libertine Tribe, 
 Clcanfe tfre Jugcan Stable of thy Bread, 
 
 F i Subdue
 
 44 The FtH f A a u N T u M, 
 
 Subdue the Hydra Paflions of thy Soul, 
 And in thefe Labours imitate thy God. 
 
 c fher. When fuch as thou revile the holy Order, 
 The beft of Anfwers is a noble Scorn. 
 Thus Village Curs howl at the filent Moon, 
 While fhc ierenely glides unclouded on. 
 
 Enter a MeJJenger. 
 
 MefT- The Governor has fent to feek thee, Theron^ 
 Our Watchmen from the Towers defcry the Foe 
 In Ranks embattel'd, marching towards the City. 
 
 Tber. Entring, of this I heard j now judge thee, Murrus^ 
 Of thy intemp'rate Warmth at fuch a Juncture : 
 Let this at leaft unite our Hands and Hearts, 
 And pour redoubled Vengeance on our Foes. 
 
 [Exeunt Theron, Murrus and Eurydamas. 
 
 Cur. Why do'ft thou loiter thus, my Friend, to aim ? 
 Not fo was ufed to be thy martial Ardor. 
 
 Fab. Is there a Caufe ? and do'ft thou ask it, Curtius ? 
 The ba(e Sufpicion of my injur'd Virtue, 
 The Rights of War infring'd in my fair Captive, 
 Might well inform thee of my Soul's Refolves. 
 No more my Sword for this Ungrateful People 
 Shall be imbrued in Carthaginian Blood : 
 Let her own Heroes now defend her Walls, 
 And Murrus fhew the little Worth of Fabius. 
 
 Cur. The Thought is juft, and worthy of thy felf ; 
 Then, when they fmart, fhall they regret thy Wrongs, 
 While the fierce Foe purfues them o'er the Plain, 
 And hangs infulting on their broken Rear : 
 A late, but fure Repentance then fhall find them> 
 While from the Battlements thou feefl the Rout, 
 Confulion, Horror, and their foul Difmay. 
 Thus wrong'd P elides^ while the Greeks in vain 
 With Pray'rs and Prefents would his Aid regain, 
 So fell his Anger, and Revenge fo fweet, 
 With gloomy Joy fawHeffor fire the Fleet. [Exeunt. 
 End of the Third ACT, 
 
 ACT
 
 the Fall of S A G u N T u M. 45 
 
 A C T IV. 
 
 SCENE the TEMPLE. 
 
 Enter C A N D A c E and LYCORMAS. 
 
 Can. TV /T U C H to thy kind Companion , gentle 
 1. T JL 
 
 . 
 
 Believe me, I am bound : To vifit the Diftrefs'd, 
 To calm the Mind, and (both our anxious Cares, 
 Are Offices that well become thy Function j 
 Wifely for this great End you're fet apart, 
 Freed from the Troubles of the bufy World , 
 To teach unhappy Mortals to fubmit 
 To whatfoever the good Gods inflict $ 
 And for the pious Deeds Mankind reveres you. 
 
 Lye. I'm pleas'd, great Princefs, to behold the 
 
 Storm 
 
 That rag'd fo boyfterous in your fwelling Breaft, 
 Gently fiibfiding to this Halcyon Calm 5 
 Say, is there Ought in which I more may (erve you? 
 
 Can. A lucky Offer 5 - well have I diflembled, 
 And hid the wild Difquict in my Soul. (jifide.) 
 
 There is - but what, I fear, thou wilt refufe. 
 
 Lye. Command Lycormas, know him for thy Friend. 
 
 Can. But ihall this Friendship reach to bring me 
 
 Fabius ? 
 
 Ungrateful Fabiui, hither to the Temple ? 
 Whom fpight of all my Wrongs, I ilill muft love. 
 
 Lye. From him for Safety wer't thou hither brought, 
 Confided to our Care : Should I abufe 
 The Truft the People have committed to us, 
 My forfeit Head mull anfwer the Offence. 
 
 Can,
 
 The Fall of S A a u N T u M. 
 
 Can. Alas, what {hall I fay? I fear'd thy Anfwcr, 
 Nor have I ought to bribe thee to the Hazard : 
 What can a Captive offer ? I fwear by Ammon^ 
 My great Progenitor, if e'er my Fate 
 Reftore me to the Garamantian Throne, 
 I'll give thee a whole Province in Reward. 
 
 Lye. A fmaller Bribe might purchafe what fhc asks. 
 If Hannibal fucceeds without our Aid, 
 Her Interetr, then may ftand me in good ftead. (Afide^) 
 
 Can. He feems to ponder on it, then there's Hope. 
 
 Lye. I have conflder'd this thy bold Requeft, 
 Which, at my utmoft Peril I {hall grant} 
 And in Return will only this demand, 
 That in the Day which Fate feems bringing on, 
 And to the Tynan's Pow'r {hall give the City, 
 Thou wilt not prove unmindful of Lycormas. 
 
 Can. May Heav'n be fo of me, if I forget 
 Thy gen'rous Pity to a wretched Captive : 
 But hafte, and bring him to my longing Eyes. 
 
 Lye. Do not too foon anticipate the Joy, 
 Which Fate may yet deny thy eager Hopes j 
 Perhaps upon the Field he now lies Dead > 
 For in the Inftant thou wert here convey'd, 
 The Foe approaching, all our Forces fally'd, 
 And I am yet to learn of the Event. 
 
 Can. Forbid it, Heav'n ! forbid it ev'ry Power ! 
 That {hould protect a Brave and Godlike Man j 
 For (uch the fcorn'd Candace ftill muft own him. 
 
 Lye. Within the Temple, on its utmofl Verge, 
 A moft reclufe and gloomy Cell there lies 5 
 To this th' inferior Priefts have never Entrance, 
 And only iTjeron and my felf approach it > 
 Thither, if he furvive, I will conduct him 
 In my own Robe conceal'd ; and freely there 
 Thou may'fb difclofe whatc'er thy Heart {hall dictate. 
 But be not long, for in the tedious Minutes, 
 Exquifite Interval, I'm on the Rack -, 
 for fure the grcatcil Evil Man can know, 
 
 Ikars
 
 The Fatt of S A G u N T u M. 47 
 
 Bears no Proportion to- the dread Sufpence. 
 
 Can. To me how traniient lhall thofe Minutes 
 
 prove, 
 
 Whom Fate allows not ev'n that wretched State! 
 Sufpenfe can only be where Hopes appear, 
 Of thofe, alas! I've none} then in their Room 
 Let full Defpair fucceed, and fteel my Breaft 
 To meet its Fate, that quietly in Death 
 I may lay down the Burden of my Woes. 
 
 Thus the loft Traveller at Clofe of Day, 
 Cheerlefs, thro' Lykia's Waftes, purfues his Way 5 
 Dreads the wide Plain, where Trees, nor Hills, arife, 
 A fad Expanfe, ftill lengthning with the Skies ! 
 No Land-mark there, no Foot-lleps can he trace, 1 
 Thofe from th' unfaithful Sands the Winds eraze, v 
 And leave, as on the Sea, one undiftinguifli'd Face, j 
 When to his weary Search no End is found, 
 Still in the midft, he throws him on the Ground, 
 There, felf-rcfign'd expects approaching Fate, 
 And deems it B Idlings to the former State. [Exit, 
 Lye. So, {he's retir'd 3 now to perform my Promifc. 
 I muft go learn 
 
 Enter E u R Y D A M A s. 
 Eurydamas return'd ! 
 
 What from the Field? And how have we fucceedcd? 
 Eur. Our Plots have fail'd, and turn upon our 
 
 felves : 
 
 The Roman's Genius has again preferv'd him : 
 But what more grates, th' infatuated People, 
 Whom the fierce Foe purfu'd with dreadful Slaughter 
 Ev'n to the Gates, reproaching now themfclves, 
 Impute to Fabia? Abfence the Misfortune. 
 
 Lye. To Fabius 1 Abfence ! went he not to Battel? 
 Eur. Fir'd with Difdain at our bold Accu&tion, 
 Th' Indignity was ofFer'd to his Name, 
 Bv forcing from him, in fuch fort, his Captive, 
 He would not arm, but from the Battlements, 
 
 A pleas'd
 
 48 The Fall of S A G u N T u M. 
 
 A pleas'd Spectator, &w the difmal Havock. 
 
 Lye. Thy felf an idle one, I may prefume, 
 Did'ft only make the Semblance of a Fight. 
 
 Eur. True j and that gave me Leifure to behold 
 The various Chances that attend on War j 
 While Tynans here, Saguntlnes there prcvail'd, 
 And at a Stay long held the doubtful Battel. 
 Lye. What gave at laft a Fortune to the Day ? 
 Eur. The Carthaginian Chief came furious on, 
 And calling loud for Fabiiis through the Field, 
 Scattered Deitruction wherefoe'er he pafs'd. 
 Unequal to the Shock, our harrafs'd Men 
 Gave way, and flying, hardly reach'd the City; 
 Which he had enter'd with them, but for Theron. 
 
 Lye. How undefign'dly has he wrought us good ? 
 Thou and my felf, my Friend, are much his Debtors : 
 But how prevented he the Tyrian's Purpofe? 
 Eur. Imagine to thy felf a Swarm of Bees 
 Driv'n to their Hive by fome impending Storm, 
 Which at its little Port, in cluft'ring Heaps, 
 And climbing o'er each other's Back, they enter. 
 Such was the People's Flight, and fuch their Haflc 
 To gain the Gates > not even thenfecure, 
 So clofe the Foe purfu'd : 'Twas then that Tlieron, 
 Advancing fingly like another Codes, 
 Met his full Rage ; and from his brawny Arms 
 With Force Herculean hurl'd his knotty Club : 
 Strongly it flew, and on the Tynans Armour 
 Horridly clanking, from his Breaft rebounded. 
 Him reeling on his Steed his Friends fupported, 
 The Prieft retreated, and the Gates were clos'd. 
 Lye. Once, as I think, thou didft reproach Lycor- 
 
 mas, 
 
 As one too Invifli in thy Rival's Praifej 
 Now are we quit. 
 
 Eur. The Time indeed requires 
 
 Our more immediate Thoughts; and tho' we've fail'd, 
 In what, as Earneir, of our Truth, was ask'd j 
 
 Our
 
 The Fall of S A G tr N T u M. 49 
 
 Our next Succefs {hall more than compenfate* 
 This Night, by Daunus* and Metifcus' Death, 
 Who in the Sally fell, the Gates are mine. 
 This happens cro-ls, as hurrying on our Plot 
 Before the Time concerted with the Ty?ian, 
 Yet from our Hands wemuft not Hip th'Occafionj 
 But when the Ev'ning Shades {hall fpread the Earth, 
 Another perilous Adventure waits thee, 
 By once more feeking the Sidonian Camp. 
 Still it remains to make the Guard our own. 
 
 Lye. I have with otherThought, long fince, prepar'd, 
 Within my Celi, a Sleep-provoking Draught 3 
 So potent in effect, it inftant gives 
 Lethargick Reft, and faft binds down the Senfe. 
 This, as a Treafure pointed out by Fate 
 For a rich Cordial to thy flender Guard, 
 Worn out by Toils of War, thou may'ft difpenfe, 
 And greedy they {hall drink the treach'rous Juice. 
 Then as we lhall perceive the Guile take place, 
 We'll give the Signal, and admit the Foe* 
 But I have now t'acquaint thee with a Boon 
 The Captive Queen has begg'd, and I have granted : 
 Here in the Temple would fhe meet the Roman^ 
 And, habited like me, I mean to bring him. 
 
 Eur. Bold Deed thou haft prefum'd to promife, 
 
 Prieft 5 
 But what from thence can {lie, or thou propofe ? 
 
 Lye. I heed not her Defign ; my own buc this, 
 To make her my fure Friend with Hannibal. 
 
 Eur. Indeed ! but I may chance to fpoil your Plot; 
 This forward Prieft encroaches on my Hopes, 
 And from an EmirTary grows a Rival. 
 I mtift at once get rid of him -and Murruf 9 
 And Fate now throws th'occafion in my way. [Ajidtl 
 
 Lye. What is it, Friend, that thus employs thy 
 Thought ? 
 
 Eur. I have been weighing what thou d.oft propofe, 
 According little to thy wonted Prudence > 
 
 G Great
 
 jo The Fall ^/SAGUNTUM. 
 
 Great is the Rifque, and fmall, in my Conceit, 
 The Profit rifing from that Danger run j 
 For if this Night propitious to us prove, 
 Self-recommended, thoul't not want her Friendmip : 
 Yet as ihou feem'it to make light of the Hazard, 
 Hear what I offer to thy better Thoughts. 
 In the lafl Conf'rence with the Tyrian Chief, 
 He then propos'd as our Aflbciate Mttrrus ; 
 Here 'twould be wife to gratify that Wifh, 
 And noble Pity to preferve the Youth : 
 For this, in vain, I've us'd my utmoft Arts, 
 To all impenetrable he remains j 
 Weak on the Side of Love alone he feeins, 
 And, like Acbittes^ mortal in one Part. 
 Lye. Proceed j for yet I do not ken thy Aim. 
 Ear. Murrus is ftill a Stranger to the Flame, 
 Which to thyfelf the Carthaginian own'd : 
 Him, in the Roman's ftead, I would advife 
 To the deilring Queen thou fhould'ft convey. 
 I will prepare him for the Interview, 
 And bid him fay his Rival fell in Battel 5 
 Then, for thou know'ft the Sex that eafily pals 
 From one Excefs of Paflion to another, 
 Should Thought of Liberty, or Love prevail 
 To give him Hopes, fhe furely makes him ours. 
 
 Lye. My aug'ring Soul forbids > yet I confent. 
 Let Murrus come, the Habit fhall be ready. [Exit. 
 Eur. There's One o'er-reach'd 5 the harder Task, 
 
 I fear, 
 
 Is yet to come j Murrus 9 by Nature honeft, 
 Perhaps may ftartle at the Thought of Rape j 
 And, aw'd by Confcience, difappoint my Purpofe : 
 But then his Hopes are defp'rate, and his Love 
 Is, like his other Paflions, in Excels : 
 On That I build, aflift but Fortune here, 
 Down fink my Rivals in the Tynan's Favour." 
 MurruS) I come ; if that thy fleady Virtue 
 Efcapethis Snare, my Wiles know no Refource. [Exit. 
 
 SCENE
 
 The Fall ^SAGUNTUM. 51 
 
 SCENE charges to the Governor's Palace* 
 Enter S I c o R i s and M u R R u s. 
 
 Sic. No more ; but go, and do what I enjoin thee : 
 Submit thee to the Virtue thou haft wrong'd, 
 Make Peace with him, or hope it not with me. 
 
 Mur. Would then my- Father fo debafe his Son, 
 To have him cringe and fawn upon a Roman ? 
 Shall I with fervile Looks, and forc'd Obeifance 
 Approach his Pride, and poorly crave his Pardon? 
 Pardon, for what? in what has he been injur'd ? 
 And is not yet his Treach'ry manifeft ? 
 Why, if he meant us well, did he refrain 
 To meet the Tynan in the bloody Field, 
 But, that hisFalfhood might not there confront him ? 
 
 Sic. Too well thou know'ft the Caufe that kept 
 
 him abfent, 
 
 A juft Difdain, and honeft Pride of Soul, 
 For which thy Country has feverely fuffer'd j 
 While, rafhly trufting to the noify Boafts 
 Of talking Warriors, fhe has loft a Hero. 
 
 Mur. Patience, good Heav'n, or I {hall burft with 
 
 Rage j 
 
 My rifing Paflion quite choaks up my Words : 
 How ! talking Warrior ! have 1 liv'd to hear 
 That fhameful Title given me by my Father ? 
 
 Sic. I wim I had a better to beftow > 
 Behold yon Plain, fee there the recent Dead ; 
 Does not that View upbraid thy late Behaviour ? 
 Thefe from thy Arm expe&ed their Protection j 
 They fell, but thou 
 
 Mur. I know what you would fay, 
 I fled 3 'tis true, but yet the laft I fled. 
 
 Sic. Too foon the laft 
 
 Mur. I am not Hercules j 
 
 Nor was my Arm indu'd with Power celeftial, 
 
 G z To
 
 5 1 The Fall ^/SAGUNTUM. 
 
 To conquer Armies, and force Dcftiny. 
 What was it more I could have done ? 
 
 Sic. Have died. 
 
 Mur. I might, indeed j but had my Death avail'd 
 My Country ? living, I may do her Service, 
 When better Fortune {hall attend our Arms. 
 
 Sic. Make good thy words 5 for e'er the fetting Sun 
 Shall hide his flaming Chariot in the Main, 
 A laft, and defperate Effort we'll try j 
 Now, while the Tyrian, fell'd by Therotis Arm, 
 Has gtv'n his Troops to fee he can be vanquifh'd. 
 If then we meet Repulfe, why farewell Hope, 
 And welcome Death : the City's Fate is fix'd. 
 In the mean time, I charge thee, feek out Fabius ; 
 Be reconcil'd, or fee my Face no more. [Exif. 
 
 Mur. Then I (hall fee thy'Face no more, ftern Man ! 
 Injurious Parent ! to enjoin a Deed 
 My Soul difdains, and Honour too forbids. 
 Submit ! and beg he would be reconciPd ! 
 Hold there, my Heart no ! if he can dived 
 So eafily the Sire, I can put off the Son. 
 
 Enter E u RY D A M A s. 
 
 EurydamaS) thoif rt come in happy Time 
 To (hare, an*d , fharing, to affift my Grief j 
 
 Grief, did I fay ? Now out upon the word : 
 
 I meant, my Rage j and fo I fhould have call'd it. 
 Eur. His Greeting likes me $ the Scene opens well. 
 
 Who is it, Murrus, thus has dar'd to ftir thee ? 
 
 Mur. Would I might call him by fome other Name, 
 Than that of Father j then fliould my good Sword 
 Wipe off the foul Afperfions on my Honour. 
 O Friend, had'ft thou beheld how I was treated, 
 Reproach'd as faithlefs, taunted as a Coward ! 
 Am I a Coward ? Is not my Country's Caufe 
 Here at my Heart ? Speak, and declare me wrong'd- 
 Impoffible, I think, thy Father thus could aft, 
 
 And*
 
 The Fall of. SAGUNTUM. 
 
 And, but thou fayft it, 'twould furpafs Belief. 
 
 Mur. Nay more, by Heav'n, he has with Threats 
 
 enjoyn'd 
 
 Mod vile Submiflion to the Man I hate, 
 The favour'd Rival of my Fame and Love^ 
 But why does that foft Paflion now come crofs me ? 
 
 Eur. Wherefore, indeed ? I could fcave wifh'd the 
 
 War, 
 
 With its fad Confequence, thy ruin'd Country, 
 Thy hopelefs Flame for an ungrateful Woman, 
 Who, flighting thee, doats on a curfed Roman, 
 Had from thy Bofom driv'n the puny God. 
 
 Mur. Alas ! too ftrongly has the ta'en Pofleffion 
 Of my weak Bread j which now againft my felf 
 He fortifies, impregnable to Reafon ; 
 That, like a Roman, at my utmod Need 
 Forfakes, and poorly yields me to my Foe. 
 Yet would I have thee think it noble Pride, 
 And generous Difdain that urges my Purfuit j 
 I would not ev'n in Love know a Superior, 
 But, as in War, furmount all Oppolltion. . 
 
 Eur. Then thou fhouldd act the prudent Warrior's 
 
 Part, 
 
 Not fondly grafp at things impoflible j 
 For little lefs than fuch are thy vain Hopes : 
 Suppofe, which yet we know is far from Truth, 
 Her Heart eftrang'd from Fabius^ can you think,- 
 Thofe Arms, imbru'd in her lov'd Father's Blood, 
 Shall ever clafp her in the Folds of Love ? 
 
 Mur. Thou feed, for her I have forgot my Brother} 
 Beneath her biting Ax fell the unhappy Youth. 
 
 Eur. And fhall their Blood cement your growing 
 
 Friendmip, 
 
 Infpire foft Love, and kindle am'rous Flames ? 
 Shocking to Thought ! no, tis too fure this way 
 Thou never canft fucceed : and yet there is 
 
 Mur. Another, thou wouldft fay ; my more than 
 Friend, 
 
 My better Genius. Eur.
 
 54 Tht Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 Eur. Moft true there is ; but 
 
 Mur. Why doft thou hefl tate, and bar my Joy ? 
 
 Eur. Firft it behoves thee^ Murrus^ well to weigh 
 Our loft Condition, and the City's State 5 
 Not many Suns can we fuft ain the Siege, 
 And the furviving Few {ha 11 then be Slaves ; 
 'Mongft thofe my Name {hall never be enroll'd. 
 
 Mu*. I need not fay my Soul too fcorns the Thought. 
 
 Eur. What hinders, but that thou fhouldft leize 
 
 thy Blifs, 
 
 And, in a lucky Hour, fore flail thy Fate ? 
 The means are in my Hands, embrace th' Occafion. 
 
 Mur. Thou would ft not have me ravifh ! 
 
 Eur. Canft thou think 
 An Amazon is won by whining Courtfhip, 
 Or that fhe ever {hall complain of Force ? 
 The bold impetuous Warrior ftill they chufe, 
 In ftric~fc Embraces ftrain the ftruggling Youth, 
 Who, nobly daring, gratefu\ly offends, 
 And fpares their Cheek the Blufti of dull Confent. 
 
 Mur. My Soul is ftagger'd at the horrid Deed. 
 
 Eur. Why then let Fabius go ; for e'er an Hour 
 Be pa ft, difguis'd he meets her in the Temple j 
 For what, I leave to thy Imagination 5 
 But fure, I think, they mean not cool Difcourfe : 
 'Yet had it plcas'd thee, thou hadft fill'd his Place. 
 
 Mur. Ha ! thou haft rous'd all that is Man within 
 
 ' me j 
 
 The thought of Rivalfhip has fir'd my Blood : 
 Shall Fabius revel in extatick Joys, 
 And in her Arms, once more with Pride elate, 
 Infult, with double Triumph, wretched Murrus ? 
 Remorfe, be gone 5 avaunt, thou Bugbear, Confcicnce.' 
 Did now the City blaze with Syrian Flames, 
 \nd the loft Firebrands caft their dreadful Gleam, 
 
 i ftreaming Fires around the facred Fane, 
 Tirieking, and clinging to the Shrine, I'd force her, 
 
 Another Semek enjoy'd in Flames. 
 
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 The Fall of SAGUNTUM. j j 
 
 Yet could I wifh, fo much I love the Fair, 
 To different Fates the ancient Tale were turn'd, 
 The Nymph might be preferv'd, the Lovej^ burn'd. 
 
 "[Exeunt. 
 
 Enter SICORIS, THERON and T i M A N D R A. 
 
 Sic. I have already charg'd thy haughty Brother, 
 T'implore his Pardon, and confefs him injur'd j 
 Go thou, and with Love's powerful Rhet'rick ftrivc 
 T'inforce the Plea, and win him to our Aid. 
 
 Ther. The Task is only thine, thou charming Maid j 
 Alone thou know'fl the Workings of his Soul, 
 Its fecret Avenues and fofter Moments, 
 
 Sic. Think what a noble Caufe employs thy Tongue, 
 Thy ancient Father, and thy mourning Country, 
 And both their Bieflings fliall attend thy Suit. 
 
 'Tim. Oh, with what Joy I readily accept, 
 With how much Pleafure fhall perform the Tail:, 
 With how great Rapture, if Succefs fhould crown it! 
 And is there ought he {hall refufe 1'imandra ? 
 I go, I fly, nor will I quit my Heroe, 
 Till Love fhall fend him dreadful to the Field. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Sic. Haft Thou, as we agreed, employ'd the Priefts, 
 To learn the People's utmoft Refolution, 
 To try their ftrength of Soul, and know, if now 
 The Gods prove adverfe to our laft Attempt, 
 And Hope be loft, they dare to plunge in Flames, 
 And, felf devoting, difappoint their Foes ? 
 
 fber. I have my felf been talking with their Chiefs j 
 Not one of all averfe to the Defign, 
 So firm their Love of Liberty, and Faith : 
 The noble Warmth infpires the very Matrons, 
 Who dancing in their Arms their famifh'd Babes, 
 Cry, hufh ! my Boy, an end of Woes is nigh : 
 And fince it was not giv'n thy infant Arm, 
 To fight thy Country's Battles, perifh with her. 
 
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 The Fall 0/SAGUNTUM. 
 
 Sic. Then all is well 5 at leaft, in our fad State : 
 Then lee the barbarous Foe infult our Walls, 
 The naked Ruins where Saguntum ftood. 
 Our freeborn Sons in Freedom {hall expire ; 
 Vifit th'ElyJian Fields, all true, all brave, 
 And not a fingle Soul defcend the Shades a Slave. 
 
 \_Exe unt 
 
 Enter F,A B i u s and T i M A N D R A. 
 
 Tab. Ceafe to requeft that which I dare not grant? 
 What rigid Honour to my Will denies : 
 Wouldft thou of that lov'd Equal with thy felf 
 His other Confolation, rob thy Fabius ? 
 
 tfim. What is this Idol Honour, that exab 
 Such horrid Worfhip, and fuch cruel Rites ? 
 Can nought lefs than a Peoples Blood atone 
 A fingle Violation of her Law ? 
 
 Fab. Sacred they are, and by the great and brave 
 Beheld at Diftance with Religious Awe, 
 Nor, when invaded by the profane Vulgar, 
 Demand a flight and petty Reparation. 
 
 'fim. Yet Heav'n it felf is mov'd by Penitence, 
 And the red Bolt, brandifh'd aloft in Air, 
 Is wrefted from the ready Arm of Jove ; 
 "Who, in Compaffion to our frailer Nature, 
 Oft fuffers fceming Violence from Pray'r : 
 And doft thou boaft his Lineage, yet put off 
 That gentle Virtue, in which he delights ? 
 
 Fab. Thou talkft as if I were indeed a God, 
 And Fate depended upon my Volition. 
 
 Tim. Alas ! I find thee mortal by thy Pafllons, 
 Refenting, wrathful, and inexorable, 
 Yet once I ne'er could thus have thought of Fabius* 
 
 Fab. My He,irt is riven afunder by thy Words ; 
 Take here my Sword, rip up my Bofom quick 5 
 See there the Pow'r thou haft to be obey'd 
 Jn any Thing but this. 
 
 Tis this alone 
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 The Fall of SAGUNT^M. 57 
 
 Shall give the Proof, and evidence thy Love* 
 This it thou canft refufe, thou doft abandon 
 The loft 'fimandra to fome Ruffian's Arms \ 
 Who then, as now, with ftreaming Eyes, in vain. 
 Shall deprecate the fierce Barbarian's Rage. 
 Fab. The Thought is terrible $ thou haft o'er* 
 
 comej 
 
 I go, but firft permit this laft Embrace : 
 Did not Perfuafion hang upon thy Tongue, 
 Did not thy Words thus foft, and mournful flow$ 
 Who could refill thofe moving, fpeaking Drops, 
 That fparkle in thy Eyes with trembling Luftre ? 
 Thus when her Son on Phrygian Plains lay dead, 
 In humid Clouds Aurora veil'd her Head j 
 Her rofy Cheeks thro' the dim Cryftal glow 
 With fainter Colours, and confefs her Woe > 
 Sadly her radiant Eyes the Tears adorn, 
 Yet in the fragrant Dew more fweetly rofe the Morn.' 
 
 {Exit. 
 Tim. And now, methinks, I tremble at my Con- 
 
 queft 5 
 
 Tumultuous Fears run fhiv'ring through my Limbs : 
 Alas ! to what a dreadful Field I've, fent him ? 
 And, if he falls, I lofe - good Gods ! what {hall 
 
 I lofe ? 
 
 The braveft Man, and moft fincere of Lovers. 
 Fatal his Sword in Battle to his Foes$ 
 Dreadful his Wrath, while the fhrill Trumpet founds : 
 But when the charming Youth diveils the War- 
 
 riour, 
 
 And fierce Bettona yields him up to Vcnus^ 
 With what bewitching Softnefs does he look \ 
 With what endearing Tendernefs he talks ! 
 The artlefs Tale of Love, that from his Lips 
 Flows in foft Murmurs, like a limpid Scream, 
 Attracts my whole Attention, and my Love. 
 
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 5 8 Hoe Fall of S A G u N T u M . 
 
 While Philomela thus her Strains renews, 
 Deep in the fhady Covert, cloath'd in Dews 5 
 The foft melodious Notes, that charm the Heart, 
 Approach Perfection, as they mock all Art. 
 
 [Exit. 
 The End of the fourth A&. 
 
 A C T V. 
 
 S C E N E the T E M T L E, 
 
 Enter LYCORMAS. 
 
 Lye- ^^H, horrid Deed ! what have my Eyesbe- 
 
 \J held? 
 
 Deceiv'd Eurydamas, and Villain Murrus ! 
 Oh ! I could tear my Flefh, and curfe my Folly, 
 Thus to be ruin'd by a luftful Boy : 
 Capricious State of all Conspiracies ! 
 Where build we e'er fo wifely or fo ftrong, 
 Founded on Reafon, rais'd with utmoft Caution , 
 Some unthought Accident, and leaft fufpe&ed, 
 Throws to the Ground the goodly rifing Fabrick. 
 What's to be done ? Can I approach the Tyrian, 
 And hope his Favour for a ravifh'd Miftrefs ? 
 Not this I promis'd, nor will he reward. 
 
 Enter EURYDAMAS ttnfeen. 
 
 Shall it avail me to declare the Truth ? 
 
 Will it not more inflame his Rage againft me ? 
 
 Falfe both to him and her, a double Traitor. 
 
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 The Fall 0/SAGUNTUM. 59 
 
 Eur. Thefe Looks diforder'd, and uneafy Geftures, 
 Sufficiently declare his fecret Anguifh 5 
 The Difappointment that now tears his Heart. 
 Lye. The more I think, the more I'm loft : Eury- 
 
 damas ! 
 How dearly thy too fubtle Schemes fhall coft us ? 
 
 Eur. Thy ielf I hope, not me 3 miftaken Pried ! 
 But let me now refume the Hypocrite, 
 And ftand aghaft at Mifchiefs I contriv'd. 
 
 [Shews himfelf. 
 
 I come not now, Lycormas, to relate 
 The bloody Deeds that in an Hour have paft> 
 Suffice it, both Sides are with Lofs retir'd 5 
 But, as the Gloom of Night comes on, would warn 
 
 thee 
 To haften thy Departure to their Camp. 
 
 Lye. But tell me firft, how fares our new Affociate, 
 The late admitted, but well-trufted Murrus ? 
 
 Eur. How little does he think, he ne'er was trufted ? 
 
 \_Ajlde. 
 
 The Youth is dead -, but wherefore thefe thy Titles? 
 Lye. Yet more, how fell he ? 
 
 By the Tynan's Arm. 
 
 Lye. Oh, Heav'n ! how juft, how righteous are thy 
 Dooms ! 
 
 Eur. What mean thy Words ? in what has Hea- 
 v'n been juft ? 
 
 Lye. Alas ! Eurydamas 9 we are undone ! 
 Our Hopes all ruin'd by one Act of Murrus. 
 When, as abrupt with ftriding Haft he left 
 The Temple, flufh'd and ruffled much he feem'd, 
 Which I mifconftrued, from his well known Warmth, 
 The quick Refentment of a cold Reception : 
 But how was I deceiv'd ? for as I walk'd, 
 Mufing how beft to her I might excufe 
 An honeft Fraud, that tended but to fave 
 A gallant Man, and give him to the Side 
 Of Carthage* in her future Wars a Heroe : 
 
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 <o The Fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 Thro' the long Ifle came wafted to my Ear 
 A hollow Murmur, and imperfect Sound j 
 Which, drawing nearer, I perceiv'd were Groans, 
 Mingled with Plaints, and ilTuing from the Cell, 
 Which I had nam'd their fatal Place of meeting. 
 
 Eur. Thy Tale's Beginning bodes difaftrous End. 
 
 Lye. I entrcd .foftly j when, Oh piteous Sight ! 
 With Hair diihevel'd, proftrate on the Pavement 
 Lay the fad Queen j I gently would have rais'd her, 
 When {he with Looks, that fpoke at once Difdain, 
 Defpair and Angiiifh, Indignation, Shame, 
 And art thou come, Perfidious ! to infult me ? 
 And does thy facred Robe conceal a Pander ? 
 Pander to Rape, and horrid Violation ! 
 'Tis well thou feed me deftitute of Weapon j 
 Well for the Ravilher I was difarm'd ; 
 But fly, be gone, and leave me to Defpair : 
 Struck mute with Horror, I obey'd and left her. 
 
 Eur. Dreadful, indeed, fcems the Cataftrophe 
 Of this thy Story, which I well perceive 
 Has made too deep Impreflion on thy Soul, 
 Nor is our State fo defp'rate as thou think'ft. 
 
 Lye. Explain thy felf, expound the dark Enigma, j 
 
 Eur. Thefe are not Hours for Pity and Remorfe j 
 To make This fafe, we muft do greater Ills : 
 Now hear what I unfold, and know 'twas I 
 Put Murrus on the Deed, thou call'ft our Ruin. 
 
 Lye. Impoflible ! certain, my Ears abufe me. 
 
 Eur. Again I fay, 'twas I ; and thefe my Reafons. 
 When firft I tamper'd with the haughty Youth, 
 Stern and averfe to our Deiign I found him - 9 
 At length o'e;come by fubtle Arguments, 
 Urg'd with Succefs, and tedious now to mention, 
 On one Condition he vouchfaf 'd his Friendship : 
 And what was that, forfooth, but fole Dominion, 
 The Government entire without an Equal ? 
 And this too by the Tyrian muft be promis'd $ 
 Jf qot, he ftnut accus'd us to his Father : 
 
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 The Fall ^/SAGUNTUM. 61 
 
 Thus plung'd, I feem'd to yield j th-en wrought him up, 
 By Tales replete of jealous Circumftance, 
 To act a Crime I knew muft be his Ruin. 
 
 Lye. How frail are all Confed'racies in Vice ! , 
 Where each at Heart has but his proper Good j 
 This granted, ftill the Priefthood had been mine. \_4Jide^ 
 Yet wherefore went he to the Field ? when there, 
 Why did he not, like thee, keep free of Danger ? . 
 
 Eur. The Queftion puzzles me : yet now I have it. 
 
 The firfr. was unavoidable, the laft 
 Occafion'd by the flinging Taunts of Fabius 5 
 Who loudly calling to keep Pace with him, 
 The fiery Youth fprung thoughtlefs on his Fate. 
 But to our Purpofe j from dead Murrus 1 Lips 
 Comes no Difcov'ry ; and it will befeem 
 Thy Care, to fee her Tongue may tell no TalesJ 
 
 Lye* Shall {he conceal th'Abettor of her Rape ? 
 For fuch, befure, fhe thinks me. 
 
 jEar. See' ft thou this ? (Offers him a Dagger* 
 
 Lye. 'Tis Tkerorfs Dagger. - 
 
 Eur. - In the Field he dropt it ; 
 Take, plunge it in her Heart, then call it by her ; 
 At his Propofal was fhe hither brought j 
 That Circumftance with this, as I'll improve it, 
 Shall make the Deed feem his j there's home Revenge: 
 This dope, fecurely thou may'ft greet the Tyrian j 
 To whom, whene'er I pleafe, I can unriddle, [djide. 
 
 Lye. Oh ! horrid, monftrous Villany ! my Soul 
 Shrinks inward at the complicated Crimes : 
 But can'ft thou think, I will commit this Murder ? 
 
 Eur. I leave it to thyfelf, I am untouch'd 
 In this Affair, fhc cannot me accufe. 
 
 Lye. By Hercules^ fhe fhall ; have I been made 
 Thy Property, the Tool of thy Ambition ? 
 Remorfe and Vengeance both have feiz'd my Soul : 
 I will this Moment to the Governor, 
 To him declare the utmoft that I know.
 
 6^ The Fall of SAGUNTUM, 
 
 And by my Penitence deferve my Pardon. 
 Eur. Thou canft not mean it ? 
 Lye. That thou fhalt foon perceive. 
 
 Eur. Curfe on the puny Traitor, half-ftrain'd Villain ! 
 
 Wilt thou, in Raflinefs, thus at once deftroy 
 What we've with Care and immenfe Hazard brought 
 Juft to a Grids, and mature for Birth ? 
 
 Lye. Thou talk'ft to Stones j I am determin'd, fee. 
 
 [Going. 
 
 Eur. Yet let me ftay thee. (holding him.} 
 
 Lye. < - 'Tis in vain ; what, Ho I- 
 My Brethren, Brethren, Murder! 
 
 Eur. - Thou do'ft well, 
 
 Thus to inftrucl: me j take with thee that and that, 
 
 (Stabs him. 
 
 This too were right. {As he goes to flab bimfelfc enter 
 Priefts, who feize and frment him. 
 
 Lye. Secure the horrid Villain > 
 Secure him from himfelfj that Death's too light 
 For Crimes like his : Convey me to my Cell ; 
 Fly Some with your beft Speed, and find out Theron ; 
 To him, if my Breath lafts, I will unfold 
 A Tale that fhall inflame and freeze his Blood. 
 
 [Exity carry' d by Priefts. 
 
 SCENE changes to the Governor's Palace. 
 Enter SICORIS and TIMANDRA^ 
 
 Sic. Vain our Endeavours, vain is all Defence, 
 'Tis Oppofition to the Will of Hcav'n ; 
 The partial Fates have doom'd Saguntutri's Walls, 
 And Hercules himfelf cannot protect 
 His City > down then level with the Earth, 
 Sink, noble Piles, fo that in Fame you rife 
 More great by Fall, ennobled by your Ruin : 
 But, Oh, my Child! when I behold thy Tears, 
 
 The
 
 'The fall of SAGUNTUM. 
 
 The Liv'ry of thy fofter Sex's Nature, 
 My Soul too foftens, and I catch thy Fears. 
 
 ftm. Alas ! my Father, for myfelf alone 
 Flow not the firft, nor do the latter chill 
 My Heart ; while I behold you fafe, I fear, 
 I tremble for my Brother $ and whom more, 
 Forgive me Modefty, I love, for Fabius : 
 If Murrus fall, I fhould bewail his Fate j 
 If Fabius ) I fhall be his Murderer. 
 
 Sic. Should Fate determine thus, yet were their 
 
 Wounds 
 
 Glorious 5 in fuch a Catife well would they die j 
 Thus, had their Years been mine, would I have faH'nj 
 Nor, like a doddard Oak with faplefs Arms 
 Expos'd to Winds, have waited the flow Ax. 
 Then dry thy Tears, and imitate thy Mother, 
 A Heroine, flie ftill arm'd me for the Fight. 
 
 T'im. But had my Mother by Love's pow'rful Ties 
 Won you to arm, and urg'd you to the Field ; 
 What would have been (had {he, what I have, feen) 
 Her Dread of Soul, and agonizing Fears ? 
 But file's at Peace, and haplefs I; furvivc 
 To know the Lofs of Lover, Father, Country. 
 
 Sic. Prepare thy Breaft then to fuftain the Shock 
 For fee ! the Meflenger of Fate approaches. 
 
 Enter T H E R o N. 
 
 Thy Looks do more than fpeak j my Son is dead. 
 Oh, pow'rful Nature ! Manhood, by thy Leave : 
 While to his Shade I pay this fmall Oblation. {JVeep^ 
 
 Tber. His Foes already have perform'd that Office, 
 And from their mangled Limbs wept purple Streams. 
 Sent to the gloomy Fields of Stygian Jove, 
 They grin, and flit before his dreaded Shade. 
 
 Tim. And art thou fali'n, dear Youth ? and am I left, 
 The laft fhort Comfort of my Father's Age ? 
 Poor, good old Man ! how are thy pious Cares, 
 
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 6 4 The Fall of S A G u N T u M; 
 
 That form'd in Virtue's School two noble Sons, 
 To full Maturity of Worth and Honour, 
 Thus difappointed by the cruel War ? 
 Who (hall fupply their Offices of Duty ? 
 Who from the Foe guard thy defencelefs Years ? 
 
 There is but One j perhaps, that One is not j 
 
 I dread, and yet muft know : refolve me, Theron j 
 Speak, for thou know'ft, that which 1 dare not afk. 
 
 Ther. I underftand thy Meaning ; Fabius lives. 
 
 Tim* Now Bleffings on thy Tongue ! but fay, 
 
 where is he ? 
 Why comes he not ? 
 
 Ther. Too foon he will be here, 
 
 A Sight of Horror to thy wounded Eyes ; 
 Yet luch was his Defire, that on thy Bofom 
 He might pour out his Soul, and fink to Reft. 
 
 Tim. Cover me. Hills ! ye Mountains, with your 
 
 Groves, 
 
 Come, pitying, Shadow me with fudden Night ! 
 Oh ! hide me from his Sight j deep at your Roots 
 Beneath the dufky Gloom o'er whelm Timandra. 
 In the dark Caverns let me yell my Griefc, 
 Nor with my Shrieks difhirb his parting Soul. 
 
 Sic. I feel new Grief ; another Son I mourn. 
 
 Ther. Thy Son, indeed, I think > and fure he fought, 
 As if to Murrus he was more than Brother ; 
 Nor was the Youth in Bravery behind him, 
 Or Race of Glory e'er more nobly run. 
 
 Tim. Oh, pompous Circumftance of fatal Woe ! 
 
 Sic. Ah, happy Youths, how glorious are ye fall'n ! 
 
 Ther. As when two able Mowers ready ftand 
 Both at the Ends of their appointed Furrows, 
 With Emulation fir'd, each lufty Swain 
 Advances on his Side ; in Heaps the Corn 
 Falls from the fweeping Scythes, and fpreads the Land. 
 So fell the Tynans, fo with equal Steps 
 Did they pufh on, and gain upon their Foes > 
 At length, with horrid Strides, Marntarick Qtbry^ 
 4 Of
 
 The Fall 0/*SAGUNTUM. 
 
 Of Size enormous, and Gigantick Limbs, 
 Stalk'd forth their Ranks, and with his thund'ring Arm 
 FelPd on his Knees thy Son > the Monfter ftoop'd 
 To pierce his Breaft, when with a noble Blow 
 The Roman fever'd from the Trunk his Head. 
 
 Sic. It was a Godlike Deed, and well became 
 The brave Defcendant of great Hercules. 
 
 Tber. It now was Murrus' Turn j when fierce 
 
 Acerras, 
 
 Leader of their unbridled Horfe, came on. 
 And, wheeling round with oblique Force, at once 
 O'er-run the Roman with his furious Steed j 
 Full at the Courier's Temples Mitrrus threw 
 A whirling Lance, that pierc'd through either Ear ; 
 Mad with the Pain, in Air aloft he rear'd, 
 Then, flqundring back, crufh'd with his Weight the 
 
 Rider.' 
 
 Sic. It joys my Soul, to hear my Son repaid 
 The Debt of Honour. 
 
 Tim. '-But, alas ! in vain. 
 
 Ther. The Gods would have it fo j their Fate was 
 
 nigh, 
 
 For Hannibal^ enrag'd, himfelf advanc'd 
 On MurruS) whom with his protended Spear 
 He ftruck to Earth, never again to rife. 
 This Fabius faw, and with indignant Rage 
 Cry'd, For Reward take this, curil Carthaginian ; 
 With Might collected tofs'd he then his Lance > 
 It flew, it reach'd his Thigh, and, quiv'rihg there, 
 Drank deep the Blood j his Squadrons ftraight pour'd in, 
 When Fabius foon appear'd all o'er one Wound j 
 Curtius and I ruh'd forward to his Refcue, 
 Which, obftinate to win, or die, we forc'd > 
 Then, whilft we made a flow retreating Fight, 
 Our Men bore from the Fi^ld the dying Hero. 
 
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 66 The Fall of S A G u N T u M. 
 
 . Enter a PRIEST, and wbifpcrs T H E R o N. 
 
 How ! in the Temple flab'd ? I follow thee* [Exit Prkf. 
 
 Enter CURTIUS, FABIUS brought in by Soldiers. 
 
 But, lo ! what of itfelf might drive me hence. [Exit. 
 [Timandra runs towards Fabius, but flops Jbort. 
 
 ?im. Oh, Fabius ! oh, my Love ! oh Horror ! 
 
 Horror .' 
 
 Oh, Gorgon Sight, that turns me to a Stone ! 
 My Blood congeals, and ev'ry fHfF'ning Joint 
 Lofes its Senfe, and minifterial Function -, 
 Fix'd to the Earth, like Niobe, 1 ftand 
 A Monument of Woe, a breathing Statue. 
 
 Fab. Once more, Timandra^ am 1 bleft to fee thee, 
 To take a fid Farewell, and breath my laft. 
 
 'Tim. Oh, how fhall I approach thee, Fabius ! how, 
 Behold thy fwimming Eyes that roll in Death ! 
 Do not thy difcontinuous Wounds reproach, 
 And keep at awful Diitance, loft 'Timandra ? 
 Elfe would I clafp thee bleeding as thou art, 
 And give a Loofe to Love, and wild Defpair. 
 
 Fab. Loft be that Thought ! thou wer't but Fate's 
 
 kind Agent 
 
 To clear my Fame, and wake my nodding Virtue 5 
 And Heav'n can witnefs, I alone in Death 
 Regret, that for thy Safety I'm no more. 
 
 Tim* Forbear this Tendcrnefs j oh, ceafe to be 
 Thus wondrous kind, thus exquifitely good ! 
 Thy Generolity but more diffracts me, 
 And finks me lower with oppreflive Grief. 
 Shall then my Safety be thy lateil Care ? 
 Oh, fpare thee that Concern ! 'tis needlefs all. 
 When thou art gone, Defpair will foon point out 
 The Means of Safety, and a Place of Reft. 
 
 Fa!. Expec~t,I charge thee, Heav'n's appointed Time , 
 
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 And fure, I think, thou haft not long to wait 3 
 Then mall thy Soul unfpotted reach the Plains, 
 Where the bleft Shades enjoy their well-earn'd Blifs \ 
 There on the Borders will I wait thy Coming, 
 And hail thee firft from Charon's, fluggiih Boat -, 
 Thence lead to fecret Groves, where faithful Lovers 
 Meet their Reward in never-ending Joys. 
 Draw near, old Man, I would have call'd thee Father ; 
 Yet, e'er I die, receive me as thy Son. [70 Sicoris, 
 CurtiuSj I go, now take me to thy Arms ; 
 For mine, alas ! cannot infold my Friend : 
 Remember well thy Promife, 'tis to live, 
 And, while the Fates permit, defend Timandra. 
 To you, oh Gods ! that from my Country's Name 
 This foul Difhonour may be wafh'd away, 
 Is Fabius's kit Pray'r. [Dies. 
 
 Tim. Alas ! he's gone! 
 His Heart forgets to beat, his Eyes to move, 
 While mine are dry with Grief and ftupid Sorrow j 
 Burir, burft, my Heart ! 'tis that alone can eafe thee. 
 
 [Swoons^ and is carry's/ off* 
 
 Sic. To her Apartment bear the mourning Maid. 
 
 Cur. He had my Promife, Sicoris^ which I'll keep : 
 For, but to guard thy Daughter, Curtius lives. 
 
 Sic. Short then {hall be thy Care, and Stay behind 
 
 him } 
 
 For know, this Night, the People are determin'd, 
 Firing the Town, to hy themfelves in Aflies j 
 To-morrow's riling Sun fhall fee the Tow'rs, 
 He us'd to gild, lie fmoaking on the Ground. 
 
 Cur. Amazing, but moft glorious Refolution ! 
 
 Sic. Convey thou to the Temple thy dead Friend 5 
 There I and ^heron, with our chief Saguntines, 
 Beneath the facred Roof defign to fall. 
 
 Cur. Take up the ill-ftar'd Hero j greatly now 
 Shall his illuftrious Shade defcend, while Fame re- 
 wards 
 His ev'ry noble Action, martial Toil : 
 
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 6$ The Fall of S A G u N T u M. 
 
 And a whole City is his Fun'ral Pile. [Exit with the 
 
 Body. 
 
 Sic. Now to my Child 5 yet oh ! how fhall I break 
 To fuch a tender Heart our dreadful Purpofe ? 
 But Fate, I hope, has arm'd her for the Blow. 
 
 As he goes out, enter a PRIEST to him. 
 
 Prieft. Theron requires thy Prefence at the Temple, 
 And bids me fay, Treafon thy Sentence waits. 
 Sic. How, Treafon, fay'ft thou ! fure that comes 
 
 too late ! 
 But my own Cares muft to the publick yield. 
 
 [Exit 'with the Priefl. 
 
 SCENE changes to the For am. 
 Enter an U N D E R-P R i E s T and SAGUNTINES. 
 
 'Prie. Hither I've call'd you to fee Juftice done > 
 He, who before abus'd your credulous Ears, 
 Would, on this Night, have giv'n you up to Ruin. 
 
 i ft Sag. Oh, Crime unparallel'd ! 
 
 id Sag. Oh, horrid Monfter ! 
 
 3d Sag. We'll rend him Limb from Limb, and each 
 
 Saguntine 
 In his torn Carcafs glut their great Revenge. 
 
 Enter C u RT i u s with the Body of FA B i u s. 
 
 Cur. See there, Saguntines / fee the Traitor Fabius, 
 Him, whom your mean Sufpicions bafely wrong'd : 
 Behold his rium'rous Wounds, and then, perforce, 
 You muft confers there was One noble Roman. 
 i&Sag. Afham'd, we own his Worth, thine too 
 
 we know. 
 
 id Sag. Oh, had thy Country lent us but her Aid ! 
 3d Sag. And furc we well deferv'd it at her Hands ! 
 
 Cur.
 
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 Cur. Their brave Reproaches ft ing me to the Soul. 
 
 Enter from tbefimfk SICORIS with EURYDAMAS bound* 
 
 Sic. Oh thou, for whom my Tongue can find no 
 
 Name ! 
 
 Say, what could move thee to fuch monftrous Crimes? 
 To wanton Villanies, luxuriant Evils ! 
 Was not thy Country's Ruin ample Mifchief ? 
 But that with curfed Arts thou fhouldft feduce 
 Thy near related Friend, train'd up in Virtue, 
 To perpetrate a Deed, mult ihock his Nature. 
 
 Eur. For That, perhaps, I had a fecret Reafonj 
 But trouble me no more with idle Queflions 5 
 J'm in thy Pow'r, and I expect my Fate : 
 Yet there, at leaft, my Plots have anfwer'd well. 
 
 [pointing to the Body. 
 
 Cur. Oh, execrable Villain ! doit thou boaft 
 A Plot too in his Death ! Oh, fet him free, 
 Saguntines ! Sicoris^ give him to my Sword. 
 
 Sic. Supprefs thy Rages that were to make his 
 
 Death 
 
 Noble, not ignominious as he merits. 
 Hence, drag him to the Tow'r overlooks the Gate, 
 Which his perfidious Hands fhould have unbarr'd j 
 There give th'appointed Signal, and when they, 
 Elate with Hope, and eager Expectation 
 Of well-concerted Fraud, and Syrian Guile, 
 Approach our Walls, and think the City theirs, 
 Hurl him precipitated on their Heads ; 
 Now let them learn Sagunfum's fteady Juftice, 
 Her Patience, Fortitude, and unexampled Bravery, 
 Her more than human Constancy to Friends : 
 For us, my Countrymen, we may with Pride exult, 
 (The Partner of his Crime, tho' late, repenting,) 
 One fingle Traitor did thefe Walls contain, 
 And him our juft Revenge has found j nor ihall 
 
 His
 
 7o The Fall of S A G u N T u M. 
 
 His caitiff Duft, in the laft glorious Scene, 
 Which, big with Horror, Fate now opens on us, 
 Mingling with ours, pollute the honeft Heap. 
 
 Ear. How I contemn the Death, to which I go ! 
 Thy little Malice, and this wife Harangue ! 
 A fingle Traitor, faidft thou ! fingle Patriot ! 
 Who would from Ruin have preferv'd his Country. 
 Farewel, ye virtuous Ideots ! in Reward 
 Of all your Suff rings, ler the Romans fay, 
 The faithful Fools deferv'd a better Fate. 
 
 \is carry* doff. 
 
 Sic. To his own Home, nowev'ry one repair, 
 Take from his Family a laft Embrace, 
 Invoke the Gods, then fet it in a Blaze. 
 
 i Sag. We are prcpar'd. 
 
 Omn Ob, Governor, farewel. 
 
 [Exeunt Sag. 
 
 Sic. Now, Hercules^ look down, and own a People, 
 That, in their noble Deaths, have thee in View. 
 
 Enter TH E R o N, leading C A N D A c E. 
 
 Exchange Forgivenefs with me, injur'd Queen 5 
 Fatal t'each other have our Houfes prov'd : 
 Pity a Father, that's oblig'd to mourn 
 A Son's moft horrid Action, not his Death : 
 What only Reparation I can offer, 
 Is Liberty 5 this Moment thou art free 5 
 Without our Walls thou {halt be fafe conducted. 
 
 Can. My Soul difdains it : Shall the ftain'd Candace 
 Bear Violation to her Friends, and o'er 
 Her warlike Maids reign their polluted Queen ? 
 Forbid it, Modefty ! forbid it, Jove, 
 My glorious Anccftor ! That, too, forbids, 
 
 [pointing to the Body. 
 
 That difmal Spectacle : Oh, cruel Youth ! 
 How wan ! how cold ! ftill wer't thou fo to me : 
 This foall be kinder than its Mailer was, 
 
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 And give me Peace. Now, gracious ^mmon^ take 
 Thy injur'd Daughter, and avenge her Wrongs. 
 
 [ Snatches the Siuord of Fabius, flabs 
 
 herfelfj and falls* 
 
 Curt. There fled her furious Soul. 
 Ther. It was well aim'd, 
 
 Home to the Heart, a fure, and fpeeding Blow. 
 Sic. Take up the Bodies, bear them to the Temple. 
 
 [ They are carry^d of. 
 
 \ 
 
 Enter an Attendant of T i M A N D R A. 
 
 Attend. Ah ! Sir, your Daughter, feiz'd by fudden 
 
 Madnefs, 
 
 Broke from the Arms of her attending Virgins, 
 mid ruffling from the Palace, as fhe paft, 
 From a Saguntine Hand, prepar'd for Ruin, 
 She fnatch'd a flaming Torch, and hither bends. 
 
 Enter TIM*ANDRA diftraRed) with a Torch in her 
 
 Hand. 
 
 Tim. Where, where's the Bridegroom ? where is 
 
 the dear Man ? 
 
 Speak, thou his Friend, for I am come to claim him. 
 My Father here ! O facred Sir ! your Blefling j 
 Thefe are my Nuptials, This the Torch of Hymen. 
 The Temple open ! then he waits me there. 
 Cur. He does, indeed ! but dead. 
 Tim. Why then I'll fire 
 (The lofty Pile, and make it his vaft Urn j 
 o gently creeping fleal me to his Side, 
 nd mount together in the glorious Flames. 
 
 \_Exit running into the Temple. 
 Sic. Alas ! poor Girl ! the Gods I think inlpire, 
 n foft Companion to thee, this kind Frenzy. 
 "ow, Theron^ let's embrace j thy Arm too, Roman ; 
 
 [to Curt. 
 
 nee more : 'tis well j proceed we to the Temple. 
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 fher. Yet hold ! - - - what's This that ftarts and 
 
 bounds within me ? 
 
 That tears, and ftruggling thus dilates my Brcaft ? 
 'Tis Infpiration ! 'tis our glorious God ! 
 That deigns this- Honour to his dying Servant ; 
 Who, with my Bofom, has enlarg'd my Mind, 
 And gives me now to fee into hereafter : 
 
 And thus the Profpect flands 5 Behold ! Behold ! 
 
 From thefe (ad Ruins, flaming to the Skies, 
 
 A new Saguntum^ Phoenix like, arife 5 
 
 Her Sons, like us, {hall Liberty maintain, 
 
 And in their Faith inviolate Remain : 
 
 But when as circling Years have rcll'd their Round, 
 
 O'er various Realms fhall Tyranny abound j 
 
 A mighty Nation then fhall Heav'n ordain 
 
 To curb th'Oppreflbr, and to break his Chain 5 
 
 A gen'rous People, that delight to fave, 
 
 Pleas'd from the Tyrant to fet free the Slave, > 
 
 Polite as Romans, and as Romans brave. ^ j 
 
 Hail, glorious Warriours ! wellcome to our Shore j 
 
 With Joy I hear your future Engines roar j 
 
 With thefe combin'd fhall mighty Deeds be done, 
 
 I fee Iberia's Empire foon o'errun : 
 
 But, ah ! what Star malign would fhcw its Face ? 
 
 Shall the fame Fortune fhll attend our Race ? 
 
 *Tis pair. : a fickning Cloud obfcures the Reft, 
 
 And the relenting God forfakes my tortur'd Bread. 
 
 Sic. Whate'er it be thy myftick Words imply, 
 If plung'd by Fate thefe lad Extremes we try, 
 And conftant in our Leagues, and Liberty we die j 
 Sagtrittutifs gen'rous Fires fhall blaze with Fame, 
 And latePoitcrity record her Name. 
 
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