PR 3605 M9g 1772 MURPHY GRECIAN DAUGHTER THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES 3605 1 University of California At Los Angeles The Library FormL 3605 J77& This book is DUE on the last date stamped below ?ormL-9-10m-3,'27 THE Grecian Daughter. ;: THE Grecian Daughter: A T R A G E D Y: ' iii As it is adted at the THEATRE-ROYAL I N DRURY-LANE. T ra? uvutitv otf) av r GKne fpark j > But lies meet lies and juftle in the dark. J Our bard within has often felt the dart Sent from our quiver, kvelPd at his heart. I've prefs'd him, ere he plays this defp'rate game, To anfvver dli, and vindicate his name. But he, convinc'd that all but truth muft die, Leaves to its own mortality the lie. Would any know, while parties fight pellmell, How he employs his pen ? his play will tell. To that he trufts j that he fubmits to you, Aim'd at your tend'reft feelings, moral, new. The fcenes, he hopes, will draw the heart-felt tear; Scenes that ceme home to ev'ry bofom here. If this will do, I'll run and buy it ftraightj 1 Stay Let me fee ; I think I'd better wait- yes j I'll lie fnug, till you have fix'd it's fate. J E P I LOG U E. Written by a F R I E N D, And Spoken by Miss YOUNGE. X HE GRECIAN DAUGHTER'S compliments to all; JSegs that for Epilogue you will not call j For leering, giggling would be out of feafon, Ami hopes by me you'll hear a little reafon. A father rais'd from death, a nation fav'd, A tyrant's crimes by female fpirit brav'd, That tyrant flabb'd, and by her nervelefs arm, \Vhjle Virtue's fpell furroynding guards could charm ! Can EPILOGUE. 7 Can fhe, this facred tumult in her breaft, Turn Father, Freedom, Virtue, all to jeft ? Wake you, ye fair ones, from your Ayeet repofe, As wanton zephyrs wake the fleeping rofe j Difpel thofe clouds, which o'er your eyelids crept, Which our wife Bard miftook, and fwore you wept. Shall (he to MACARONIES life reftore, Who yawn'd, half dead, and curs'd the tragic BORE ? Difmifs 'em, fmirking, to their nightly haunt, Where dice and cards their moon-ftruck minds enchant f Some muffled, like the witches in Macbeth, Brood o'er the magic circle, pale as death ! Others, the cauldron go about about And Ruin enters, as the Fates run out ! Bubble, bubble, Toil and trouble, Paffions burn, And bets are double ! Double! double! Toil and trouble, rn, And all is bubble ! But jefb apart, for fcandal forms thefe t^lej, > Falfehood be mute let Juftice hold her fcales : Britons were ne'er enilav'd by evil powr's ; . j, ,,. To peace, and wedded love, they give their midnight hoursj From flumbers pure, no rattling dice can wake 'em ! Who make the iaws, were never known to break 'em. 'Tis falfe, -ye fair, whatever fpleen may fay, That you down ffolly's tide are borne away ; You never wifh at deep diflrefs to fneer ; For eyes, tho' bright, are brighter thro' a tear. Should it e'er be this Nation's wretched fate To laugh at all that's good, and wife, and great ; Arm'd at all points, let Genius take the field, And on the ftage afflicled Virtue fhield, Drive from the land each bafe unworthy paffion, Till Virtue triumph in defpite of Fafliion. Dramatis Perfbnae. EVANDER, Mr. BARRY. PHILOTAS, Mr. REDDISH. MELANTHON, Mr. AICKIN. PHOCION, Mr. J. AICKIN. DIONYSIUS, Mr. PALMER. ARCAS, Mr. HURST. GREEK HERALD, Mr. PACKER. CALIPFUS, Mr. INCHBALD. GREEK SOLDIER, Mr. DAVIES. OFFICER, Mr. WHEELER, EUPHRASIA, Mrs. BARRY. ERIXENE Mifs PLATT. Scene, SYRACUSE. THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: n ACT I. Enter MELANTHON, and PHILOTAS. Melan. \ ET, yet a moment; hear, Philotas, hear me, Philo. No more; it muft not be. Melan. Obdurate man ! Thus wilt thou fpurn me, when a king diftrefs'd, A good, a virtuous, venerable king, The faiher of his people, from a throne Which long witb ev'ry virtue he adorn'd, Torn by a ruffian, by a tyrant's hand, Groans in captivity ? in his own palace Lives a fequefter'd prifoner? Oh ! Philotas, If thou haft not renounc'd humanity; Let me behold my fovereign ; once again Admit me to his prefence, le' me fee My royal mafter. Philo. Urge thy fuit no further j Thy words axe fruitlefs ; Dionyfius' orders Forbid accefs ; he is our Ibv'reign now; 'Tis his to 2've the law, mine to obey. B Mtlan. 2 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Melon. Thou can'ft not mean it his to give the Jaw \ Detefted fpoiler ! his ! a vile ufurper ! Have we forgot the elder Dionyfius, Surnam'd the Tyrant ? To Sicilia's throne The monfter waded thro' whole feasof blood. Sore groan'd the land beneath his iron rod, Till rous'd at length Evander came from Greece, Like Freedom's Genius came, and fent the tyrant Stript of the crown, and to his humble rank Once mote reduc'd, to roam, for vile fubfiftence, A wandering fophift, thro' the realms of Greece. Philo. JVlelanthon, yes; full clearly I remember The fplendid day, when all rejoicing Sicily Hail'd her deliverer. Melon. Shall the tyrant's fon Deduce a title from the father's guilt ? Philotas, thou wert once the friend of goodnefs ; Tho'i art a Greek ; fair Corinth gave the birth j I mark'd thy gro'^rjig youth ; 1 need not tell, With what an equal fway Evander reign'd, How juft, how upright, generous and good ! From ev'ry region bards and fages came ; Whate'er of fcience antient Egypt ftor'd, All that the Eaft had treafur'd; all that Greece Of moral wifdom taught, and Plato's voice, VVas heard in Sicily. Shall Dionyfius Extinguiih ev'ry virtue in the land, Bow to hi 'j yoke the necks of freeborn men, And here perpetuate a tyrant's reign ? Pbilo. Whate'er his right, to him in Syracufe All bend the knee ; his the fupreme dominion, And death and torment wait his fovereign nod. Mel But foon that pow'r fliall ceafe : behold his walls Now clofe encircled by the Grecian bands; Timoleon A TRAGEDY. 3 Timoleon leads them on ; indignant Corinth Sends her avenger forth, array'd in terror, To hurl ambition from a throne ufurp'd, And bid all Sicily refume her rights. Phi/o. Thou wert a ftatefman once, Melanthon ; now, Grown dim with age, thy eye pervades no more The deep-laid fchemes which Dionyfius plans. Know then, a fleet from Carthage even now Stems the rough billow, and, e'er yonder fun, That now declining feeks the Weftern wave, Shall to the (hades of night refign the world, Thou'lt fee the Punic fails in yonder bay, Whofe waters wafli the walls of Syracufe. Melon. Art thou a ftranger to Timuleon's name ? Intent to plan, and circumfpecl: to fee All poflible events, he rufhes on Refiftlefs in his courfe ! Your boafted mafter . 4 Scarce ftands at bay ; each hour the ftrq4 blockade Hems him inclofer, and ere long thuu'it view Oppreflion's iron rod to fragments fliiver'd ! The good Evander then Phils. Alas, Evander ! Will ne'er behold the golden time you look for. Melon. How ! not behold it ! Say, Philotas, fpeak j Has the fell tyrant, have his felon murderers Phllo. As yet, my friend, Evander lives. Melon. And yet Thy dark balf-hinted purpofe Lead me to him If thou haftmurder'd him Phils. By Heav'n he lives. Me/an. Then blefs me with one tender interview. Thrice has the fun gone down, fince laft thefe eyes Have feen the good old king ; fay, why is this ? B ^ Wherefore 4 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Wherefore debar'd his prefence? Thee, Philotas, The troops obey that guard the royal pris'ner j Each avenue tothee is open ; thou Can'ft grant admittance j let me, let me fee him. Pbilo. Entreat no more ; the foul of Dionyfius Is ever wakeful ; rent with all the pangs That wait on confcious guilt. Melon. But when dun night Phi/o. Alas ! it cannot be But mark my words. Let Greece urge on her general aflault. Difpatch fome friend, who may o'er- leap the walls, And tell Timoleon, the good old Evander Has Kv'd three days, by Dionyfius' order, Lock'd up from ev'ry fuftenance of nature, And life, now wearied out, almoft expires. Malan. If any fpark of virtue dwell within thee, Lead me, Philotas, lead me to his prifon. Philo. The tyrant's jealous care hath mov'd him thence. Melan. Ha ! mov'd him, fay'ft thou ? Pbilo. At the midnight hour, Silent convey'd him up the fteep afcent, To where the elder Dionyfius form'd, On the {harp fummit of the pointed rock, Which overhangs the deep, a dungeon drear : Cell within cell, a labyrinth of horror, Deep cavern 'd in the cliff, where many a wretch, Unfeen by mortal eye, has groan'd in anguifh, And died obfcure, unpitied, and unknown. Melan. Clandeftine murJerer ! Yes, there's the fcene Of horrid maffacre. Full oft I've walk'd, When all things lay in fleep and darkne r s hufii'd, Yes, oft I've walk'd the lonely fulien beach, And hear'd the mournful found of many a corfe Plupg'd AT R AGED Y. s Plung'd from the rock into the wave beneath, That murmur'd on the Chore. And means he thus To end a monarch's life ? Oh ! grant my pray'r, My timely fuccour may protedt hjs days; , The guard is yours Pbilo. Forbear ; thou plead'ft in vain ; I muft nor yield ; it were aflur'd deftruftion ; Farewell, d'fpatch a meflage to the Greeks j I'll to my ftation j now thou know'ft the worft. [Exit. MELAN THON. Oh ! loft Evander ! Loft Euphrafia too ! How will her gentle nature bear the (hock Of a dear father, thus in ling'ring pangs A prey to famine, like the verieft wretch Whom the hard hand of mifery hath grip'd ! In vain fhe'll rave with impotence of forrow ; Perhaps provoke her fate : Greece arms in vain ; All's loft ; Evander dies. Enter CALIPPUS. Calip. Where is the king ? Our troops, that fallied to attack the foe, Retire difordered ; to the eaftern gate The Greeks purfue ! Timoleon rides in blood ! Arm, arm, and meet their fury. Melon. To the citadel Direft thy footfteps ; Dionyfius there Marflials a chofen band. Calip. Do thou call forth "^hy hardy yetrans ; hafte, or all is loft. [Exit. [Warlike muftc. MEJ.ANTHON. 6 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: MELANTHON. Now, ye juft Gods, now look propitious down ; Now give the Grecian fabre tenfold edge, And fave a virtuous king. [Warlike mufic. Enter EUPHRASIA. Euphra. War on ye heroes, Ye great aflerters of a monarch's caufe ! Let the wild tempeft rife. Mclanthon, ha! Did'ft thou not hear the vaft tremendous roar ? Down tumbling from it's bafe the eaitern tow'r, Burft on the tyrant's ranks, and on the plain Lies an extended ruin. Melon. Still new horrors Increafe each hour, and gather round our heads. Eupbra. The glorious tumult lifts my tow'ring foul, Once more, Melanthon, once ag^in, my father Shall mount Sicilia's throne. Melon. Alas ! that hour Would come with joy to cv'ry honeft heart, Would {bed divineft blefiings from its wing} But no fuch hour in all the round of time, I fear, the fates averfe will e'er lead on. Eupbra. And ftill, Melanthon, ftill does pale defpair Deprefs thy fpirit ? Lo ! Timoleon comes Arm'd with the pow'r of Greece; the brave, the juft. God-like Timoleon ! ardent to redrefs, He guides the war, and gains upon his prey. A little interval fhall fet the vidlor Within our gates triumphant. Mr/ax. ATRAGEDY. 7 Melon. Still my fears For bode for thee. Would thou had ft left this place, When hence your hufband, the brave Phocion fled, Fled with your infant fon. Euphra. In duty fix'd, Here I remain'd, while my brave gen'rous Phocion Fled with my child, and from his mother's arms Bore my fweet little one. Full well thou know'ft The pangs I fuffer'd in that trying moment ; Did I not weep ? Did I not rave and Quick, And by the roots tear my difheveU'd hair? Did I not follow to the fea-beat (bore, Refolv'd with him and with my blooming boy Te truft the winds arid waves ? Melan. Deem not, Euphrafia, I e'er can doubt thy conftancy and love. Eupbra. Melanthon, how I loved, the Gods who faw Each fecret image that my fancy form'd, The Gods can witnefs how I lov'd my Phocion. And yet I went not with him. Could I do it ? Could Ifdefert my father ? Could I leave The venerable man, who gave me being, A viclim here in Syracufe, nor ftay To watch his fate, to vifit his affliction, To cheer his prifon hours, and with the tear Of filial virtue bid ev'n bondage fmile ? Melan. The pious aft, whate'er the fates intend, Shall merit heartfelt praife. Eupbra. Yes, Phocion, go, Go witb my child, torn from this matron breafr, This breaft that ftill fhould yield it's nurture to him, Fly with my infant to fome happier fhore. If he be fafe, Euphrafia dies content. Till 8 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Till that fad clofe of all, the tafk be mine To tend a father with delighted care, To fmooth the pillow of declining age, See him fink gradual into mere decay, On the laft verge of life watch ev'ry look, Explore each fond unutterable wifli, Catch his laft breath, and clofe his eyes in peace. Melon. I would not add to thy afflictions ; yet My heart mifgives ; Evander's fatal period Euphra. Still is far offj the Gods have fent relief, And once again I fhall behold him king. Melan* Alas ! This dream of hope at length may wakert To deep defpair. Eupbra. The fpirit-ftirring virtue That glows within me, ne'er fhall know defpair. No, I will truft the Gods. Defponding man! Haft thou not heard with what refiftlefs ardour Timoleon drives the tumult of the war ? Haft thou not heard him thund'ring at our gates ? The tyrant's pent up in his laft retreat j Anon thou'lt fee his battlements in duft, His walls, his ramparts, and his tow'rs in ruin j Deftru&ion pouring in on ev'ry fide, Pride and oppreffion at their utmoft need, And nought to fave him in his hopelefs hour. [A faurijb of trumpets. Melan. Ha ! the fell tyrant comes Beguile his rage, And o'er your furrows caft a dawn of gladnefs. Enter DIONYSIUS, CALIPPUS, OFFICERS, &c. Di. The vain prefumptuous Greek ! His hopes of conqueft, Like a gay dream, are vanifh'd into air. Proudly elate, and fluih'd with eafy triumph O'er ATRAGEDY. 9 O'er vulgar warriors, to the gates of Syracufe He urg'd the v/ar, tili Dicnyfius* arm Let flau^hcer loofe, add taught his daftard train To feck their fafety by inglorious flight. Euphra. O Dionyfius, if diftrafting fears Alarm this throbbing bofom, you will pardon A frail and tender fex. Should ruth'.efs war Roam through cur ftreets, and riot here in blood, Where (hall the loft Euphrafu find a {belter ? In vain (he'ii kneel, and clafp the facred altar. let me then, in mercy let me feek The gloomy manfion, where my father dwells ; 1 die content, if in his arms I perifh. Dion. Thou lovely trembler, hufli thy fears to reft. The Greek recoils ; like the impetuous furge That dafbes on the rock, there breaks, and foams, And backward rolls into the fea again. All fliall be well in Syracufe : a fleet Appears in view, and brings the chofen fons Of Carthage. From the hill that fronts the harbour, 1 favv their canvas fwelling with the wind, While on the purple wave the weftern fun Glanc'd the remains of day. Euphra. Yet till the fury Of war fubfide, the wild, the horrid interval In fafety let me foothe to dear delight In a lov'd fathrr's prefence ; from his f:ght, For three long days, with Ipecious fei^n'd excufe Your guards debar* j ne. Oh ! while yet he lives, Indulge a daughter's love ; worn out with a^e Soon muft he feal his eyes in cndlefs night, And with his converfc charm my ear no more. C Dion, io THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Dion. Why thus anticipate misfortune ? Still Evaader mocks the injuries of time. Calippus, thoL furvey the city round ; Station the c^ntinels, that no furprife Invade the unguarded work?, while droufy nighf Weighs down the foldiei's eye. Afflicted fair, Thy couch invites thee. When the tumult's o'er$ Thou'lt fee Evander with redoubled joy. Though now unequal to the cares of empire His age fcquefler him, yet honours high Shall gild the ev'ning of his various day. Euphra For this benignity accept niy thanks. They gufh in tears, and my Lcart pours it's tribute. Dion. Perdiccas, e;e the morn's revolving light Unveil the face of things, do thcu difpatch, A wcl)-o3r'd galley to Hamilcar's fleet; At the north point of yonder promontory Let fome kledted officer inftruft him To moor his iliips, and iflue on the land. Then may Tirnoleon tremble; vengeance then Shall overwhelm his camp, purfue his bands With fatal havoc to the ocean's margin, And caft their limbs to glut the vulture's famine In mangled heaps upon the naked doie. [Exit Dhnyfas. EUPHRASIA, MlLANTHON. Euphra. What do I hear ? Melanthon, can it it be ? If Carthage comes, if her perfidious fons Lift in his caufe, the dawn of freedom's gone. Afc/.Woc,bitt'rdl woe impends; thow would'tf not think-- Euphra. How! fpeak! unfold Melon. My tongue denies it's office. I Eupbr*, ATRAGEDY. n Eupbra. How is my father ? Say, Melanthon Melan He, Perhaps he dies this moment. Sin;.^ Timoleon Firft form'd his lines round this beleaguer'd city, No nutriment has touched Evander's lips. In the deep caverns of the rock imprifon'd He pines in bitt'reft want. Eupbra* To that abode Of woe and horror, that laft ftage of life, Has the fell tyrant mov'd him ? Melon. There fcquefter'd, Alas ! he foon muft perifh. Eupbra. Well, my hatr^ Well do your vital drops forget to flow. Melon. Enough his fword has reek'd with public {laughter ; Now dark infiduous deeds muft thin mankind. Eupbra. Oh ! night, that oft haft heard my piercing flirieks Difturb thy. awful filence; oft has heard Each ftroke thefe hands in frantic forrow gave From this fad breaft refounding, now no more I mean to vent complaints ; I mean not now With bufy mem'ry so retrace the wrongs His hand hath heap'd on our devoted race. I bear it all ; with calmeft patience bear it; Refign'd and wretched, defperate and loft. Melan. Defpair, alas ! is all the fad refourcs Our fate allows us now. Eupbra. Yet why defpair ? Is that the tribute to a father due ? C 2 Blood 12 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Blood is his due, Melanthon ; yes, the blood, The vile, black blood, that fills the tyrant's veins, Would graceful look upon my dagger's point. Come, vengeance, come, (hake off this feeble fex, Sinew my arm, and guide it to his heart. And thou, O filial piety, that rul'ft My woman's breaft, turn to vindictive rage j AfTume the port of juftice ; (hew mankind Tyrannic guilt hath never dar'd in Syracufe, Beyond the reach of virtue. Melon. Yet beware ; Controul this fienzy that bears down your reafon. Surrounded by his guards, the tyrant mocks Your utmoft fury j moderate your zeal, Nor Jet him hear thefe tranlports of the foul, Thefe wild upbraidings. Eupkra. Shall Euphrafia's voice Be hufh'd to filence, when a father dies ? Shall not the mr.niler hear his deeds accurfl ? ghall he not tremble, when a daughter comes, Wild with her griefs, and terrible with wrongs, I 1 i free in defpair, all nature in her caufe Alarm'd and rouz'd to vengeance? Yes, Melanthon, The man of blood fhall hear me ; yes, my voice Sail mount aloft upon the whirlwind's wing, Pierce yen blue vault, and bring the thund'rer down. Melanthon come j my wrongs will lend me force ; The wcaknefs of my fex is gone ; this arm Feels tenfold flrength; this arm fhall (hall do a deed For Heav'n and earth, for men and Gods to wonder at This arm fhali vindicate a father's caufc. M4D OF THE FjRST ACT. TRAGEDY. 13 ACT II. 4 wild romantic Scene amid/I overhanging Rocks ; a Cavern en one Side. AR c AS, with a Spear in his Hand. JL H E gloom of night fits heavy on the world ; And o'er the foler.in fcenc lucri ihLnffs reigns, As 'twere a PHI e of nature ; on the beach No murmuring b'I!ow breast ; the (-recian tents Lie funk in deep . no gleaning fires are feen ; All Syracufe is hulh'd ; no ftir abroad, Save ever and anon the daftiing oar, That beats the fallen wave. And hark ! Was that The groan of anguilh from Evander's cell, Piercing the midnight gloom ? it is the found Of buftling prows, that cleave the briny deep. Perhaps at this dead hour Hamilcar's fleet Rides in the bay. Enter PHI LOT AS, from the Cavern. Philo. What ho ! brave Areas I ho ! Areas, Why thus defert thy couch ? Philo. Methought the found Of diftant uproar chas'd affrighted fleep. Areas. At intervals the oar's refounding firoke Comes 14 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER; Comes ecchoing from the main. Save that report, A death-like filence thro' the wide expanfe Broods o'er the dreary coaft. Pbllo. Do thou retire, And feek repofe ; the duty of thy watch Is now perform'd ; I take thy port. Areas. How fares Your royal pris'ner ? Pbilo. Areas, fhall I own A fecret weaknefs ? My heart inward melts To fee that fuffering virtue. On the earth, The cold, dank earth, the royal victim lies ; And while pale famine drinks his vital fpirit, He welcomes death, and fmiles himfelf to reft. Oh ! would I could relieve him ! Thou withdraw j Thy wearied nature claims repofe j and now The watch is mine. Areas. May no alarm diflurb thee. [Exit. PHILDTAS. Some dread event is lab'ring into birth. At clofe of day the fullen fky held forth Unerring fignals. With difaftrous glare The moon's full orb rofecrimfon'd o'er with blood - 3 And lo ! athwart the gloom a falling ftar Trails a long tracl: of fire ! What daring ftep Sounds on the flinty rock ? Stand there ; what ho ! Speak, ere thou dar'ft advance. Enter TRAGEDY. knter EUPHRASIA, with a Lantborn in her Hattf. Euphra. Thou need'ft not fear ; It is a friend approaches. Philo. Ha ! what mean Thofe plaintive notes ? Eupbra. Here is no ambufh'd Greek, No warrior to furprize thee on the watch. An humble fuppliant comes Alas ! my ftrength Exhaufted quite forfakes this weary frame. Pbilo. What voice thus piercing thro* the gloom of night- What art thou? Speak, unfold thy purpofe ; fay, What wretch, with what intent, at this dead hour Wherefore alarm'ft thou thus our peaceful watch ? Eupbra. Let no miftruft affright thee. Lo ! a wretch^ The verieft wretch that ever groan'd in anguifh, Comes here to grovel on the earth before thee, To tell her fad, fad tale, implore thy aid, For fure the pow'r is thine, thou canft relieve My bleeding heart, and foften all my woes. Pbilo. Ha ! fure thofe accents -(takn the light fr em her. Eupra. Deign to liften to me. Pbilo. Euphrafia ! Euphra Yes ; the loft, undone Euphrafia ; Supreme in wretchednefs; to th' inmoft fenfe, Here in the quickeft fibre of the h^T,, Wounded, transfix'd, and totur'd to diffraction. PhiUt Why, princefs, thus anticipate the dawn ? Still fleep and filence wrap the weary world ; The iS THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: The Q.ais in mid career ufurp the pole ; The Grecian bands, the winds, the waves are hufh'd ; All things are mute around us; all but you Reft in oblivious flumber from their cares. Eitpbra. Yes, all at peace ; I only wake to tnifery. Phila. How didft thou gain the fummit of the rock ? Eupbra. Give me my father j here you hold him feiter'd $ Oh ! give him to me; in the fond purfuit All pain and peril vanifli ; love and duty Infpu'd the thovg'it; defpair itfelfgave courage ; I climb' d ths hard afcent ; with painful toil Surni-unted craggy cliffs, anil pointed rocks; What will not mi'.eiy attempt r If ever The touch of nature throbVvl within your bieaft, Admit me to Er?.nder;..in ;hefe caves I know he pines in wsnt; let me convey Some charitable fuccojr to a father. Phi/o. Alas! Euphufi. 1 ., would I dar'd comply. Euphra. It will be virtue in thee. Thou, like me, Wert born in Greece: Oh ! by oar common parent Nay ftay; thou fhalt not fly: Philotas ftay You have a father too ; think were his lot Hard as Evander's ; if, by felon hands Chain'd to tl.e earth, with flow confuming pangs He felt (harp want, and with an afking eye Implor'd relief, yet cruel men denied it, Would'ft thou not buift thro' adamantine gates, Thro* walls and rocks, to fave him ? Think, Philotas, Of thy own aged fire, and pity mine. Think of the agonies a daughter feels, When thus a parent wants the common food, The A TRAGEDY. J? The bounteous hand of nature me.int for all. Philo. ' Fwere heft withdraw thee, princefsj thy aififtance tvander wants not ; it is fruitlefs all ; Tby tears, thy wiid entreaties, are in vain. Euphra. Ha ! thou haft murder'd him ; he is no more; I underftand thee; butchers, you have fhed The precious drops of life ; yet, e'en in death, Let me behold him; let a daughter clofe With duteous hand a father's beamlefs eyes ; Print her Jaft kifles on his honour' d hand, And lay him decent in the fhroud of death. Philo. Alas! this frantic grief can nought avail. Retire, and feek the couch of balmy fleep, In this dead hour, this feafon of repofe. Enphra. And doit thou then, inhuman that thou art, Advife a wretch like me to know repofe ? This is my laft abode; thefe caves, thefe rocks, Shall ring for ever with Euphrafia's wrongs ; All Sicily (hall hear me ; yonder deep bhall echo back an injur'd daughter's caufe; Here will I dwell, and rave, and fhriek, and give Thefe fcatter'd locks to ail the pafng winds j Call on Evander loft ; and, pouring curfes. And cruej gods, and cruel ftars invoking, Stand on the Jiff in madnefs and defpair. Pbllc. Vet calm this violence ; reflect, Euphrafia, With what fevere enforcement Dionyfius Exacts cbe-iience to his dread command. If here thou'rt found Euph'-a. Here is Euphrafia's manfion, (falls on th<> ground.} Her fix'd eternal home; inhuman favages, Here ftretch me with a father's murder'd corfej D Then iS THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Then heap your rocks, your mountains on my head ; It will be kindnefs in you ; I (hall reft Intomb'd within a parent's arms. Philo. ByHeav'n, My heart in pity bleeds. Euphra Talk'ft thou of pity ? Yield to the gen'rous inftindt ; grant my pray'r ; Let my eyes view him, gaze their laft upon him, And (hew you have fome fenfe of human woe. Philo. Her vehemence of grief o'erpow'rs me quite. My honeft heart condemns the barb'rous deed, And if I dare Eupbra. And if you dare ! Is fhat The voice of manhood ? Honeft, if you dare ! 'Tis the flave's virtue ! 'tis the utmoft limit Of the bafe coward's honour. Not a wretch, There's not a villain, not a tool of pow'r, But, filence intereft, extinguish fear, And he will prove benevolent to man. The gen'rous heart does more; will dare do all That honour prompts. How doft thou dare to murder? Refpedl the gods, and know no other fear. Pbilo. Oh ! thou haft conquer 'd. Yes, Euphra/Ia, go Behold thy father Ettpbra. Raife me, raife me up j I'll bathe thy hand with tears, thou gen'rous man! Pbilo. Yet mark my words; if aught of nourifhment Thou would'ft convey, my partners of the watch Will ne'er confent Eupbra. I will obferve your orders : On any terms, h ! let me, let me fee him. Pills. A TRAGEDY. 19 Philo. Yon Jamp will guide thee thro' the cavern'd way. Euphra. My heart runs o'er in thanks; the pious acl Timoleon fhall reward ; the bounteous gods, And thy own virtue fhall reward the deed. : ; . [Goes into the cave. PHILOTAS. Prevailing, pow'rful virtue! Thou fubdu'ft The ftubborn heart, and mould'ft it to thy purpofe. Would I could fave them ! But tho' not for me The glorious pow'r to flicker innocence, , Yet for a moment to afiuage its woes, Is the beft fympathy, the pureftjoy Nature intended for the heart of man, When thus fhe gave the focial gen'rous tear. [Exit. Scene the Inftde of the Cavern. Enter ARCAS and EUPHRASIA. drcas. No j on my life I dare not. Euphra. But a fmall, A wretched pittance ; one poor cordial drop To renovate exhaufted drooping age. I afk no more. Areas. Not the fmalleft ftore Of (canty nourifhment muft pafs thefe walls. Our lives were forfeit elfe : a moment's parley Is all I grant j in yonder cave he lies. Evander (within the cell.) Oh ! ftruggling nature ! let thy conflict end. Oh ! give me, give me reft. 20 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Eupbra. My father's voice! It pierces here ; it cleaves my very hearf. I fhall expire, and never fee him more. Areas. Repofe thee, princefs, here, (draws a couch.) here reft thy limbs, Till the returning blood fiiall lend thee firmnefs. Euphra. The caves, the rocks, 're-echo to his groans, And is there no relief? Areas. All I can grant You (hall command. 1 will unbar the dungeon, Unloofe the chain that binds him to the rock, And leave your interview without rcftraint. (Opens a cell in the back fcene.) Eupbra. Hold, hold my heart ! Oh ! how fhall I fuftain The agonizing fcene ? (rifes.) I muft behold him; Nature, that drives me on, will lend me force, s that his maufion ? Area!. Take your laft farewell. His vigour feems not yet exhaufkd quite. You muft be brief, or ruin will enfue. [Exit* Evan, (ra'-fing himfelf.) Oh ! when fhall I get free ? Thefc ling'ring pangs . Euplra. Behold, ye pow'rs, that fpeclacle of woe ! Evan. Difpatch me, pitying gods, and fave my child .' I burn, I burn; alas ! no place of reft ; (Rifts and comes out. A little air; once more a breath of air ; Alas! I faint; I die. Eupbra. Heart-piercing fight ! Let me fupport you, Sir. Evan. Oh' lend your arm.-- Whoe'er thou art, I thank thee That kind breeze Comes A TRAGEDY. aj Comes gently o'er my fenfes -Lead m forward- And is there left one charitable hand To reacii it's f'iccour to a wretch like me ? Euphra. W el! may'ft thouafk it. Oh! my breaking heart! The hard of death is on him. Evan. Still a little, A little onwaH to the air conduct me; 'Tis well ; I thank thee ; thou art kind and good, And much i wonder at this gen'rous pity. Euphra, Do you not know me, Sir ? Evan. Methinks I know That voice art thou alas ! my eyes are dim ! Each object fwinis before me No, in truth I do not know thee. Euphra. Not your cwn Euphrafia ? Evan. Art thou my daughter ? Euphra Oh! my honour'd Sire ! Evan. My daughter, myuphrafia ! come to clofe A father's eyes ! Giv'n to my lait embrace ! Gods ! do I hold her once again ? Your mercies Are without number -(falls on the couch.) This excefs of blifs O'erpow'rs it kills Euphrafia could I hope it? I die content Art thou indeed my daughter? Thou art my hand is moiften'd with thy tears I pray you cio not weep thou art my child I thank you gods ! in my laft dying moments You have not left me 1 would pour my praife You read my heart you fee what pafles there. Euphra. Alas he faints j the gufhingtideof tranfport Beijrs down each feeble fenfe Reftore him Heaven ! Evan. 22 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Evan. Alf, my Euphrafia, all will foon be well. Pafs but a moment, and this bufy g'obe, Its thrones, its empires, and its buttling millions, Will feem a fpeck in the great void of ipace. Yet while I ftay, thou darling of my age Nay dry thofe tears Euphra. I will my father. Evan. Where, I fear to alk it, where is virtuous Phocion? Eupkra. Fled from the tyrant's pow'r, Evan. And left thee here Expos'd and helplefs ? Euplyra. He is all truth and honour ; He fled to fave my child, Evan. My young Evander ! Your boy is iJafe Euphrafia ? Oh ! my heart- Alas ! quite gone j worn out with miferyj Oh ! weak, decay'd old man ! Eupbra. Inhuman wretches \ Will none relieve his want r A drop of water Might fave his life ; and ev'n that's deny'd him. Evan. Thefe ftrong emotions Oh \ that eager air - It is too much Affift mej bear me hence; And lay me down in peace. Eupbra. His eyes are fix'd ! And thofe pale quiv'ring lips ! He clafps my hand What, no afliftance ! Monflers will you thus Let him expire in thefe weak i'eeble arms ? Enter TRAGEDY. 13 Enter PbUg, Thofe wild, tfcofe piercing fhrieks will give th* alarm. Eupbra. Support him ; bear him hence ; 'tis all I afk. Evan. (As be is corned off,} O Death ! where art thou ? - Death, thou dread of guilt, Thou wilh of innocence, affliction's friend, Tir'd nature calls thee Come, in mercy come, And lay me piiiow'd in eternal reft. My child where art thou ? Give me reach thy hand- Why doft thou weep? - My eyes are dry - Alas ! Quite parch'd my lips quite parch'd they cling to- gether. Eupbra. Now judge, ye Pow'rs, in the whole round of time, If e'er you view'd a fcene of woe like this. [Extunl. Enter ARC AS. Areas. The grey of morn breaks thro' yon eaftern clouds. 'Twere time this interview fhould end j the hour Now warns Euphrafia hence ; what man could dare, I have indulg'd - Philotas ! - ha! the cell Left void ! - Evander gone ! - What may this mean f Philotas, fpeak. Enter PHILOTAS. Pb'ilo. Oh ! vile, deteftcd lot Mere to obey the favage tyrant's will, And 24 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: And murder virtue, that can thus behold It's executioner, and fmile upon him. That piteous fight ! Areas. She muft withdraw Philotas ; Delay undoes us both. The reftlefs main Glows with the blufh of day. Timoleon's fleet, That pafs'd the night in bufy preparation, Makes from the fliore. On the high craggy point Of yonder jutting eminence I mark'd Their haughty ftreamers curlirtg to the wind. He feeks Hamilcar's fleet. The briny deep Shall foon be dyed with blood. The fierce alarm Will rouze our flumb'ring troops. The time requires Without or further paufe, or vain excufe, That (he depart this moment. Phi/o. Areas, yes ; My voice (hall warn her of th' approaching danger. [Exit. Areas. Would fhe had ne'er adventur'd to our guard. 1 dread th' event; and .hark! the wind conveys In clearer found the uproar of the main, The fates prepare new havock ; on th' event Depends the fate of empire. Wherefore thus Delays Euphrafia ? 'Ha ! what means, Philotas, That fudden hafte, that pale diforder'd look ? /hra. I have reliev'd him Oh ! the joy's too great j * Tis fpeechlefs rapture ! Evan. Bleflings, bleffings on thee ! Eupbra. My father ftill fhall Kve. Alas ! Philotas, Could I abandon that white hoary head, That venerable form ? Abandon him To perifh here in mifery and famine ? Philo. Thy tears, thou miracle of goodnefs ! Have triumph'd o'er me; thefe round gufhing drops Atteft your conqueft. Take him, take your father; Convey him hence ; 1 do releafe him to you. Evan. What faid Philotas ! Do I fondly dream ? Indeed my fenfes are imperfect; yet Methought I heard him ! Did he fay releafe me ? Philo. Thou art my king, and now no more my pris'ner j Go with your daughter, with that wond'rous pattern Of A TRAGEDY. 27 Of filial piety to after times. Yes, princefs, lead him forth ; I'll point the path, Whofe foft declivity wili guide your fteps To the deep vale, which thefe o'erhanging rocks Encompafs round. You may convey him thence To fome fafe fhelter. Yet a moment's paufe j I muft conceal your flight from ev'ry eye. Yes, I will fave 'em Oh ! returning virtue ! How big with joy one moment in thy fervice ! That wretched pair ! I'll perifh in their caufe. [Exit. EUPHRASIA, EVANDER. Evan. Whither, oh! whither fhall Evander go ? I'm at the goal of life ; if in the race Honour has follow'd with no ling'ring flep, But there fits fmiling with her laurel'd wreath, To crown my brow, there would I fain make halt. And not inglorious lay me down to reft. Euphra. And will you then refufe, when thus the Gods Afford a refuge to thee ? Evan. Oh ! my child, There is no refuge for me. Euphra. Pardon, Sir : Euphrafia's care has form'd a fafe retreat ; There may'ft thou dwell ; it will not long be wanted j Soon fhall Tirholeon, with refiftlefs force, Burft yon devoted walls. Evan. Timoleon ! Euphra. Yes, The brave Timoleon, with the pow'r of Greece ; Another day fhall make the city his. 2 8 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Evan. Timoleon come to vindicate my rights ! Oh ! thou fhalt reign in Sicily! My child Shall grace her father's throne. Indulgent Heav'n ! Pour down your bleffings on this beft of daughters ; To her and Phocion give Evander's crown ; Let them, oh ! let them both in virtue wear it, And in due time tranfmit it to their boy ! Enter PHI LOT AS Pbilo. All things are apt; the drowfy fentirjel Lies hufti'd in fleep ; I'll marfhal thee the way Down the fleep rock. Eupbra. Oh ! Let us quickly hence. Evan. The blood but loiters in thefe frozen veins. Do you, whofe youthful fpirit glows with life, Do you go forth, and leave this mould'ring corpfe. To me had Heav'n decree'd a longer date, It ne'er had fuffer'd a fell monger's reign, Nor let me fee the carnage of my people. Farewel, Luphrafia ; in one lov'd embrace To thefe remains pay the laft obfequies, And leave me here to fink to filent duft. Euphra. And will you then, on felf-deftrucl ion bent, RejecT: my pray'r, nor truft your fate with me ? Evan. Truft thee ! Euphrafia ? Truft in thee my child ? Tho' life's a burden I could well lay down, Yet ? will prize it, fince beftow'd by thee. Oh r thou art good ; thy virtue foars a flight Fc.r the wide world to wonder at ; in thee, Hear it all nature, future ages hear it, 7 he father finds a parent in his chil J. EWD OF THE SKCOND ACT. ATRAGEDY. 29 ACT III. Scene a Rampart near the Harbour. Enter MELANTHON aud PHII,OTAS. Melon. AND lives he ftill ? Philo, He does j and kindly aliment Renews the fprings of life. Melon. And doth he know The glorious work the deftinies prepare ? Philo. He is inform'd of all. Melon. That Greek Timoleon Comes his deliverer, and the fell ufurper Pants in the laft extreme ? Philo. The glorious tidings Have reach/d his ear. Melon. Lead on, propitious PowV, Your great defign ; fecond the Grecian arms, And whelm the fons of Carthage in the deep. Philo. This hour decides their doom ; and, lo! Euphrafia Stands on the jutring rock, that rock, where oft Whole days fhe fat in penfive forrow fix'd, And fwell'd with dreaming tears the reftlefs deep. There, now with other fentiments elate, She views Timoleon with victorious prow Glide thro' the waves, and fees the fcatter'd navy Qf Carthage fly before him. 3 o THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Melon. Bleft event ! Evander, if thou mock'ft me not, (hall live Once more to fee the juftice of the Gods. But wilt thou ftill protect my royal matter ? Wilt thou admit me to his wifh'd-for prefence? Pbilo. Let it fuffice that no aflaffin's aim Can now aflault him I muft hence, Melanthon ; I now muft mingle with the tyrant's train, And, with a femblance of obfequious duty, Delude fufpicion's eye My friend, farewel. [Exit. MELANTHON. If he deceive me not with fpccious hopes, I (hall behold the fov'reign, in whofe fervice Thefe temples felt the iron cafque of war, And thefe white hairs have filver'd o'er my head. Enter E'UPHRASI A. Eupbra. See there j behold 'emj lo ! the fierce encounter; He rufhes on ; the ocean flames around With the bright flafh of arms j the echoing hills Rebellow to the roar. Melon. The Gods are with us, And victory is ours. Eupbra. High on the ftern The Grecian leaders ftarid j they flem the furge ; Launch'd from their arm the miffive lightnings fly, And the Barbajic fleet is wrapt in fire. And lo ! yon baric, down in the roaring gulph ; And there, more, more are perifhing Behold ! They plunge for ever loft. Melan. So perifh all, Who ATRAGEDY. 31 Who from yon continent unfurl their fails, To fhake the freedom of this fea-girt ifle ! Euphra. Did I not fay, Melanthon, did I not Prefage the glories of Timoleon's triumph ! Where now are Afric's fons? The vanquifh'd tyrant Shall look aghaft ; his heart (hall flit ink appall'd, And dread his malefa&ions ! Worfe than famine, Defpair (hall fatten on him ! Enter DioNYSlUS, CALIPPUS, &V. Dion. Bafe deferters ! Curfe on their Punic faith ! Did they once dare To grapple with the Greek ? Ere yet the main Was ting'd with blood, they turn'd their /hips averfe. May ftorms and tempefts follow in their rear, And dafh their fleet upon the Lybian fhore ! Enter CALIPPUS. Calip. My liege, Timoleon where the harbour opens Has ftorm'd the forts, and ev'n now his fleet Purfues its courfe, and fleers athwart the bay. Dion. Ruin impends j and yet, if fall it muft, I bear a mind to meet it, undifmay'd, Unconquer'd ev'n by Fate. Calip. Through ev'ry ftreet Defpair and terror fly. A panic fpreads From man to man, and fuperftition fees Jove arm'd with thunder, and the Gods againft us. Dion. With facred rites their wrath muft be appeai'd. Let inftant victims at the altar bleed ; Let incenfe roll its fragrant clouds to Heav'n, And 32 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER; And pious matrons, and the virgin trainj In flow proceffion to the temple bear The image of their Gods. Eupbra. Ha ! Does the tyrant Dare with unhallow'd ftep, with crimes and guilt, Approach the facred fane ? Alas ! my father, Where now thy fan&uary ? What place fliall hide Thy perfecuted virtue ? (dfede.) Dion. Thou, Euphrafia, Lead forth the pious band. This very moment Iflue our orders. Euphra. With confenting heart Euphrafia goes to waft her pray'rs to Heav'n. [Exit. Dion. The folemn facrifice, the virgin throng, Will gain the popular belief, and kindle In the fierce foldiery religious rage. Away, my friends, prepare the folemn pomp. [Exit CALIPPUS, &c. Philotas, thou draw near : how fares your prifoner ? Has he yet breath'd his laft ? Philo. Life ebbs apace j Tomorrow's fun fees him a breathlefs corfe. Dion. Curfe on his ling'ring pangs ! Sicilia's crowa No more ihall deck his brow ; and if the fand Still loiter in the glafs, thy hand, my friend, May fhake it thence. Philo. It (hall, dread Sir ; that tafk Leave to thy faithful fervant. Dion. Oh! Philotas, Thou little know'ft the cares, the pangs of empire. The ermin'd pride, the purple that adorns A con- ATRAGEDY. 33 A conqueror's breaft, but ferves, my friend, to hide A heart that's torn, that's mangled with remorfe. Each objeft round me wakens horrid doubts ; The flatt'ring train, the fentinel that guards me, The flave that waits, all give fome new alarm, And from the means of fafety dangers rife. Ev'n victory itfelf plants anguifli here, And round my laurels the fell ferpent twines. Pbilo. \Vould JDionyfius abdicate his crown, And fue for terms of peace ? Dion. Detefted thought ! No, though ambition teems with countlefs ills, It ftill has charms of pow'r to fire the foul. Tho' horrors multiply around my head, I will oppofe them all. The pomp of facrifice But now ordain'd, is mockery to Heav'n. 'Tis vain, 'tis fruitlefs ; then let daring guilt Be my infpirer, and confummate ajl. Where are thofe Greeks, the captives of my fwofd, Whofe defp'rate valour rufh'd within our walls, Fought near our perfon, and the pointed lance Aim'd at my breaft ? Phi/o. In chains they wait their doom. Dion. Give me to fee 'em ; bring the flaves before me. Pbilo. What, ho ! Mejamhon, this way lead your prifoners. Enter MELANTHON with Greek Officers and Soldiers* Dion. A/Taflins and not warriors ! do ye come, When the wide range of battle claims your fword, Thus do you come againfl a fingle life To wage the war ? >id not our buckler ring all your darts in one collected volley P $howr'<| 34. THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Showr'jd on my head ? Did not your (words at once Point at my breaft, and thirft for regal blood ? Greek Of. We fought thy life. 1 am by birth a Greek, An open roe "in arms I meant to flay The foe of human kind. With rival ardour We took the field ; one voice, one mind, one heart; All leagu'd, all covenanted : in yon camp Spirits there are who aim, like u?, -at glory. Whene'er you fally forth, whene'er the Greeks Shall fcale your walls, prepare thee to encounter A like aiTau't. By me the youth of Greece Thus notify the war they mean to wage. Dion. Thus then I warn them of my great revenge, W'ftoe'er in battle fhall become our pris : ner, In torment meets his doom. Greek Of. Then wilt thou fee, How vile the body. to a mind that pants For genuine glory. Twice three hundred Greeks Have fworn, like u's, to hunt thee thro' the ranks ; Ours the fiift lot ; we've fail'd ; on yonder plain Appear in arms, the faithful band will meet thee. Dion. Vile flave, no more. Melanthon drag 'em hence To die in mifery. Impal'd alive The winds (nail parch them on the craggy cliff. Selected from the reft let one depart A meflenger to.Greece, to fell the fate Jier cho'en fons, her firft adventurers, met. [Exit. JhY.V'f. Unhappy men ! how Piiall my care protect Your forfeit lives ?- Phi]otas, thou conduct them To the Jeep dungeon's gloom. In that recefs, fMidir the wild tumult of eventful war, A TRAGEDY. 3 - We may ward off the blow. My friendsj farevvel ; That officer will guide your fteps. [All follow PHILOTAS, except PHOCION. Pbo. DYguis'd Thus in a foldier's g?,rb he knows me not. Melanthon ! Melon. Ha ! Thofe accents ! Phccion here ? Pbo. Yes, Phocion here ! Speak, quickly tell me, fay How fares Euphrafia ? Melon. Ha ! beware ; Philota?, CondudT: thefe pris'ners hence j this foldier here Srnll bear the tidings to Timoleon's camp. Pho. Oh ! fatisfy my doubts ; how fares Euphrafia? Melon. Euphrafia lives, and fills the anxious moment^ With ev'ry virtue. Wherefore venture hither ? Why with rafli valour penetrate our gates ? Pko. Gould I refrain ? Oh ! could I tamely wait Th' event of lingering war ? With patience count The lazy-pacing hours, while here in Syracufe The tyrant keeps all that my heart holds dear ? For her dear fake, all danger finks before me j For her I burft the barriers of the gr.tc, Where the deep cavern'd rock affo.'ds a paffage. A hundred chofcn Greeks purfu'U my fieps, W T e forc'd an entrance; the devoted guard Fell victims to our rage ; but in that moment Down from the walls fuperior numbeis came. The tyrant led them on. We rufli'd upon him, flf we could reach his heart, to end the war* But Heav'n thought otherwiie. Melanthon, fay," I fear to afk it, lives Evander ftili ? Mddn. Alas, he lives imprifon'd in the rock. F 2 Thou 36 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Thou muft withdraw thee hence ; regain once more Timoleon's camp ; alarm his flumb'ring rage: Aflail the walls : thou with thy phalanx feck The f'ibterraneous path ; that way at night The Greeks may enter, and let in deftrudiort To the great work of vengeance. Pho Would'ft thou have me Bafely retreat, while my Euphrafia trembles Here on the ridge of peril ? She perhaps May fall unknown, unpity'd, undiftinguifh'd Amidft the gen'ral carnage. Shall I leave her To add that beauty ta the purple heap? No ; I will feek her in thefe walls acrurft, Ev'n tn the tyrant's palace; fave rhat life, My only fource of joy, that life, whofe lofs Would make all Greece complotter in a murder. And damn a righteous caufe. Melon. Yet hear the voice Of fober age. Should Dionyfius' fpies Detect thee here, ruin involves us all ; 'Twere beft retire, *nd feek Timoleon's tents ; Tell him, difn;.:* and terror fill the city; Ev'n now in Syracufe the tyrant's will Ordains with pomp oblations to the Gods. His deadly hand ftill hot with recent blood, The monfter dares approach the facred altar j Thy voice may roufe Timoleon to th' a/Fault, And bid him ftorm the works. Pho. By Heav'n I will j My breath (hall wake his rage; this very night, When flcep fits heavy on the flumb'ring eity, Then Greece unflieaths her fword, and great revenge Shall A TRAGEDY. 37 Shall ftalk with death and horror o'er the ranks Of flaughter'd troops, a facrifice to freedom ! But firft let me behold Euphrafia. Melon. Huih Thy pent-up valour ; to a fecret haunt I'll guide thy fteps ; there dwell, and in apt timft I'll bring Kuphraiia to thy longing arms. Pho. Wiltthou? Melan. By Heav'n I wil! ; another afc Of defperate fury might endanger all. The tyrant's bufy guards are pofted round 5 Jn filence follow; thou (halt fee Euphrafia. Pho. Oh! lead me to her; that exalted virtue With firmer nerve {hall bid me grafp the javelin, Shall bid my fword with more than lightning's fwiftnefs Blaze in the front of war, and glut its rage With blow repeated in the tyrant's veins. [Exeunt. Scene a Temple^ with a Monument in the Middle. Enter EUPHRASIA, ERIXENE, and other Female Attendants. Euphra. This way, my virgins, this way bend your Ikps. Lo ! the fad fepulchre where, hears'd in death, The pale remains of my dear mother lie. There, while the vi&ims at yon altar bleed, And with your pray'rs the vaulted roof refounds, Ther$ let me pay the tribute of a tear, A weeping pilgrim o'er Eudocia's afhes. Erix. Forbear, Euphrafia, to renew your forrow?. Euphra,. My tears have dried their fource ; then let me here Pay C 9 1 7 * t> V I 38 THEGRECIANDAtJGHTERf Pay this fad vifit to the honour'd clay That moulders in the tomb. Thefe facred viands I'll burn an ofFring to a parent's fhade, And fprinkle with this wine the hallow'd mould. That puty paid, I will return, my virgins. [Sha goes inlo tie tomb, Erix. Look down, propitious Pow'rs ! behold that virtue,: And heal the pangs that defolate her foul. Enter PHIL o T AS. Phi/o. Mourn, mourn, ye virgins ; rend your fcatier'd garments ; Some dread calamity hangs o'er our heads. In vain the tyrant would appeafe with facrifice Th' impending wrath of ill-requited Heav'n. Ill omens hover o'er us : at the altar The victim dropt, e'er the divining feer Had gor'd his knife. The brazen ftatues trembled, And from the marble, drops of blood diftil'd. Erix. Now, yejuftGods, if vengeance you prepares Now find the guilty head. Pbilo. Amidft the throng A matron labours with th' infpiring God ; She flares, fhe raves, and with no mortal found Proclaims aloud, " Where Phcebus am I borne ? *' I fee their glitt'ring fpears ; I fee them charge j " Bellona wades in blood ; that mangled body, Joy and wonder rife In- mix'd emotions ! Though departing hen.ce, After the ftorms of a tempeftuous life, Tho' I was entering the wifh'd-for port, Where all is peace, all blifs, and endlefs joy, Yet here contented I can linger ftill To view thy goodnefs, and applaud thy deeds, Thou author of my life ! Did ever parent Thus call his child befp e ? My heart's too full, My old fond heart runs o'er ; it akes with joy. Euphra. Alas, too much you over-rate your daughter 5 Nature and duty call'd me Oh ! my father, How didft thon bear thy long, long fuff'rings ? How Endure their barb'rous rage ? Evan. My foes but did To this old frame, what Nature's hand mufl do. In the worft hour of pain, a voice ftill whifper'd me *' Rouze thee, Evander; felf- acquitting conference " Declares thee blamelefs, and the gods behold thee.'* I was but going hence by mere decay To that futurity which Plato taught, Where the immortal fpirit views the planets Roll round the mighty year, and wrapt in b!ifs Adores th' ideas of th' eternal mind. Thither, oh ! thither was Evander going, But thou recall'ft me; thou !~ A TRAGEDY. 41 . Timolcon too Invites thee back to life. Evan. And does he ftill tJrge on the fiege ? Eupbra. His active genius comes To fcourge a guilty race. The Punic fleet Half loft is fwallow'd by the roaring lea. The fhatter'd refufe feek the Lybyian fhore, To tear the news of their defeat to Carthage. Evan. Thefeare thy wonders Heaven! Abroad thy fpirit Moves o'er the deep, and mighty fleets are vanifh'd. Euphra. Ha ! hark ! what noife is that \ It comes this way. Some bufy footftep beats the hallow'd pavement. Oh! Sir, retire Ye Pow'rs ! Philotas ! ha! Enter PHILOTAS. Pbilo. Forthee, Euphrafia, Dionyfius calls. Some new fufpicion goads him. At yon gate I ftopt Calippus, as with eager hafte He bent this way to feek thee. Oh ! my fovereign, My king, myinjur'd matter, will you pardon The wrongs I've done thee ? (Kneeh to Evander.) Evan. Virtue fuch as thine, From the fierce trial of tyrannic pow'r, Shines forth with added luftre. Phile. Oh! forgive My ardent zeal there is no time to wafte. You muft withdraw Truit to your faithful friends. G Paft 41 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Pafs but another day, and Dionyfius Falls from a throne ufurp'd. Evan. But ere he pays The forfeit of his crimes, what ftrearr.s of blood Shall flow in torrents round ! Methinks I might Prevent this wafte of nature ; P11 go forth, And to my people (hew their rightful king. Euphra. Banifh that thought; forbear; the rafh attempt Were fatal to our hopes ; opprefs'd, difmay'd, The people losk aghaft, and wan with fear None will efpoufe your caufe. Evan. Yes all will dare To act like men ; their king, I gave myfelf To a whole people. I made no referve ; My life was their's ; each drop about my heart Pledg'd to the public caufe; devoted to it; That was my compact ; is the fubjedYs lefs ? If they are all debas'd, and willing flaves, The young but breathing to grow grey in bondage, And the old finking to ignoble graves, Of fuch a race no matter who is king. And yet I will not think it ; no ! my people Are brave and gen'rous ; I will truft their valour, [going. Euphra. Yet ftay ; yet be advis'd. PLilo. As yet, my liege, No plan is h'x'd, and no concerted meafure. The fates are bufy : wait the vaft event. Truft to my truth and honour. Witnefs, Gods, Here in the temple of Olympian Jove Philotas f -wears . Evan. A TRAGEDY. 43 Evan. Forbear : the man like thee, Who feels the beft emotions of the heart. Truth, reafon, juftice, honour's fine excitements, Afts by thofe laws, and wants no other fan&ion. Euphra. Again, th' alarm approaches ; fure deftru&ion To thee, to all will follow: hark ! a found Comes hollow murmuring thro' the vaulted ifle, It gains upon the ear. Withdraw, my father; All's loft if thou art feen. Pbilo. Andlo! Calippus Darts with the lightning's fpeed acrofs the ifle. Evan. Thou at the Senate-houfe convene my friends; Melanthon, Dion, and their brave aflbciates, Will {hew that liberty has leaders ftill. Anon I'll meet 'em there : my child farewel; Thou fhalt direct me now. Eupbra. Too cruel fate ! The tomb is all the manfion I can give ; My mother's tomb ! Philo. You muft be brief j th' alarm Each moment nearer comes. In ev'ry found DeftrucYion threatens. Ha ! by Heaven this way Calippus comes Let me retard his fpeed. [Exit. EUPHRASIA coming forward. How my diftra&ed heart throbs wild with fear? What brings Calippus? Wherefore? Save me Heaven ! Enter CALIPPUS. Calip. This lonely mufing in thefe drear abodes Alarms fufpicion : the king knows thy plottings, Thy rooted hatred to the ftate and him. G2 His 44 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER; His fov'reign will commands thee to repair This moment to his prefence. Eupbra. Ha ! what means The tyrant? I obey (Exit CaUppus.} and, oh! ye Pow'rs Ye minifters of Heaven, defend my father ; Supporthis drooping age j and when anon Avenging Juftice fhakes her crimfon fteel, Oh ! be the grave at leaft a place of reft j That from his covert in the hour of peace Forth he may come to blefs a willing people, And be your own juft image here on earth. ENP OF THE THIRD ACT. ACT A TRAGEDY. 45 ACT IV. Enter MELANTHON and PHILOTAS. Melon. Aw AY; no more; pernicious, vile difle.nbler! Philo. Wherefore this frantic rage ? Melon. Thou can'ft not varnifti With thy perfidious arts a crime like this. 1 climb'd the rugged cliff; but, oh ! thou traitor, Where is Evander ? Thro' each dungeon's gloom I fought the good old king the guilt is thine j May vengeance wait thee for it. Philo. Still, Melanthon, Let prudence guide thee. Melon. Thou haft plung'd thee down Far as the loweft depth of hell-born crimes j Thou haft out-gone all regifters of guilt ; Beyond all fable haft thou fmn'd, Philotas. Philo. By Heav'n thou wrong'ft me. Did'ft thou know, old man Melon. Could not his rev 'rend age, could not his virtue, His woes unnumber'd, foften thee to pity ? Thou haft deftroy'd my king. Philo. Yet wilt thou hear me ? Your king ftill lives. Melon. Thou, vile deceiver 'Lives ! Cut where ? Away ; no more. I charge thee, leave me. Phi/o, We have remov'd him to a place of fafety. 46 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Melan. Remov'd ! Thou traitor! what dark privacy Why move him thence ? The dark aflafiin's ftab Has clos'd his days calm unrelenting villain ! I know it all. Philo. By ev'ry Pow'r above Evander lives j in kfety hves. Laft night When in his dark embrace flcep wrapt the world, Euphrafia came, a fpeUcle of woe ; Dar'd to approach our guard, and with her tears, With vehemence of grief, ftie .couch'd my heart. 1 gave her rather to her. Melan. How, Philotas ! If thou dn'ft not deceive me Philo. No, byHeav'n! By ev'ry Pow'r above But hark ! thofe notes Speak Dionyfms near Anon, my friend, I'll tell thee each particular ; thy king Mean while is fafe but lo ! the tyrant comes; With guilt like his I muft equivocate, And teach ev'n truth and honour to difiemble. Enter DioNvsius, CALIPPUS, &c. Dion. Away each vain alarm ; the fun goes down, Nor yet Timoleon iffues from his fleet. There let him linger on the wave-worn beach ; Here the vain Greek (hall find another Troy, A more than He&or here. Tho' Carthage fly, Ourfelf ftill Dionyfius hec remains. And means the Greek to treat of terms-of peace ? By Heav'n, this panting bofom hop'd to rmet His boafted phalanx on the embattled plain. And doth he now, on peaceful councils bent, pifpatch his herald ? Let the flave approach, Enitr A'TRAGEDY. 47 Enter the HERALD. Dion. Now fpeak thy purpofej what doth Greece impart ? Herald. Timoleon, Sir, whofe great renown in arms Is equall'd only by the fofter virtues Of mild humanity that fway his heart, Sends me his deligate to offer terms, On which ev'n foes may well accord ; on which The fiercelt nature, tho' it fpurn at juftice, May fympathize with his. Dion. Unfold thy myftery ; Thou fhalt be heard. Herald. The gen'rous leader fees, With pity fees, the wild deftrutive havoc Of ruthlefs war ; he hath furvey'd around The heaps of (lain that cover yon-ier field, And, touch'd with gen'rous fcnfe of human woe, Weeps o'er his victories. Dion. Your leader weeps ! Then let the author of thofe ills thou fpealc'ft ef, Let the ambitious fador of cieftru&ion, Timely retreat, and clofe the fcene of blood. Why doth affrighted peace behold his ftandard Uprear'd in Sicily ? a id wherefore here The iron ranks of war, from which the fhepherd Retires appall'd, and leaves the blafted hopes Of halt the year, while clofer to her breaft The mother clafps her infaat ? Herald. 'Tis not miue To plead Timoicon's caufe ; not mine the office To juftify the ftrong, the righteous motived That urge him to the war : tjis only fcopc Mv 48 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER; My deputation aims at, is to fix An interval of peace, a paufe of horror, That they, whofe bodies on the naked fhore Lie welt'ring in their blood, from either hoft May meet the laft fad rites tJ nature due, And decent lie in honourable graves. Dion. Go tell your leader, his pretexts are vain Let him, with thofe that live, embark forGreecei And leave our peaceful plains ; the mangled JimbS Of thofe he murder'd, from my tender care Shall meet due obfequies. Herald. The hero, Sir, Wages no war with thofe, who bravely die. 'Tis for the dead I fupplicate ; for them We fue for peace; and to the living too Timoleon would extend it, but the groans Of a whole people have unfneath'd his Avoid. A fingle day will pay the funeral rites. To morrow's fun may fee both armies meet Without hoftility, and all in honour; You to inter the troops, who bravely fell j We, on our part, to give an humble fod To thofe, who gain'd a footing on the iflej And by their death have conquer 'd. Dion. Be it fo ; I grant thy fuit : foort as to-morrow's dawn Illume the world, the rage of wafting war In vain (hall thirft for blood : but mark my words; If the next orient fun behold you here, That hour fhall fee me terrible in arms Deluge yon plain, and let deftruclion loofe. Thou know'il my laft refolve, and now farewe!. Some careful officer co^duft him forth. [.Wf Herald. By A TRAGEDY* 49 By Heav'n, the Greek hath offered to my fword An eafy prey ; a facrifice to clut My great revenge. Calippus let each foldier This night refign his wearied limbs to reft, That ere the dawn, with renovated ftrength, On the unguarded, unfufpc fling foe, Difarm'd, and bent on fuperftitious rites, From ev'ry quarter we may rufh undaunted, Give the invaders to the deathful fteel, And by one carnage bury all in ruin. My valiant friends, hafte to your feveral pofts, And let this night a calm unruffled fpirit Lie hufli'd in fleep Away, my friends, difperfe. Philotas, waits Euphrafia as we order'd ? Phih. She's here at hand. Dion Admit her to our prefer.ce. Rage and defpair, a thoufand waning paffions, All rife by turns, and piece-meal rend my heart. Yet ev'ry means, all meajures muft be tried, To fweep the Grecian fpoiler from the land, And fix the crown unfhaken on my brow. Enter EuPHRAsiA. Euphra. What fudden caufe requires Euphrafia's prefence ? Dion. Approach, fair mourner* and difpel thy fears. Thy grief, thy tendet duty to thy father, Has touch'd me nearly. In his lone retreat Refpecl, attendance, ev'ry lenient cr.re Tofoothe afflic^ion^ and extend his life, Evander has commanded. Euphra. Vile diffcmbler ! Detefted homicide ! (Jfide) And has thy heart Felt for the wretched ? H Dion. 5 o THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Dion. Urgencies offtate Abridg'd his liberty, ; but to his perfon All honour hath been paid. Eupbra. The righteous Gods Have mark'd thy ways, and will in time repay Juft retribution. Dion. If to fee your father, If here to meet him in a fond embrace, Will calm thy breaft, and dry thofe beauteous tears, A moment more fhall bring him to your prefence. Eupbra. Ha ! lead him hither ! Sir, to move him now> Aged, infirm, worn out with toil and years No, let me feek him rather If foft pity Has touch'd your heart, oh ! lend me, fend me to him. Dion, Controul this wild alarm j with prudent care Philotas {hall conduct him ; here I grant The tender interview. Eupbra. Difaftrous fate ! Ruin impends ! This will difcover all; I'll perim firft ; provoke his utmoft rage. (Afide.) Tho' much I languifli to behold my father, Yet now it were not fit approaching night At the firft dawn of day 'Dion. This night, thivery hour, You both miift meet j the time forbids delay. Together you may ferve the ftate and me. Thou fee'ft the havock of wide wafting war ; And more, full well you know, are ftill to bleed. Thou may'ft prevent their fate. Eupbra. Oh ! give the means, And I will bids thee for it. D'l6tl. ATRAGEDY. 51 Dion. From a Greek, Torments have wrung the truth. Thy hufband, Phocion Eupbra. Oh ! fay, fpeak of my Phocion. Dion, He ; 'tis he Hath kiiviled up this war ; with treacherous arts Jnflam'd the ftates of Greece, and now the traitor Comes with a foreign aid to wreft my crown. Eupbra. And does my Phocion fhare Timoleon's glory ? Dion. With him inverts our walls, and bids rebellion Eredl her ftandard here. Euphra. Oh ! blefs him Gods ! Where'er my hero treads the paths of war, Lift on his fide j againft the hoftile javelin Uprear his mighty buckler j to his fvord Lend the fierce whirlwind's rage, that he may come With wreaths of triumph, and with conquefl crown'J, And his Euphrafia fpring with rapture to him, Melt in his arms, and a whole nation's voice Applaud my hero with a love like mine ! Dion. Ungrateful fair ! Has not our fovereign vviil On thy defcendant's fix'd Sicilia's crown ? Have I not vow'd protection to your boy ? Euphra. From thee the crown ! From thee ! Euphrafia's children Shall on a nobler bails found their rights, On their own virtue, and a people's choice. Dion. Mifguided woman ! Eupbra. Aflc of thee protection ! The father's valour fhall protect his boy. Dion. Rufh. not on fure deftrudion ; ere too late Accept our proftor'd grace. The terms are thefe ; H 2 Inflate 52 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Inftant fend forth a meflage to your hufband ; Bid him draw off his Greeks ; unmoor his fleet, And meafure back his way. Full well he knows You and your father are my hoftages j And for his treafon both may anfwer. Eupbra. Think'ft thou then So meanly of my Phocion ? Doft thou deem him Poorly wound up to a mere fit of valour, To melt away in a weak woman's tear ? Oh ! thou doft little know him ; know'ft but little Of his exalted foul. With gen'rous ardour Still will he urge the great, the glorious plan, And gain the ever honour'd bright reward, Which fame intwines around the patriot's brow, And bids for ever flourifh on his tomb, For nations free'd and tyrants laid in duft. Dion. By Heav'n, this night Evander breathes his lad, Eupbra, Better for him to fink at once to reft, Than linger thus beneath the gripe of famine, In a yile dungeon fcoop'd with barb'rous fkill Deep in the flinty rock ; a monument Of that fell malice, and that black fufpicion That mark'd your father's reign ; a dungeon drear Prepar'd for innocence ! Vice liv'd fecure, It flounfh'd, triumph 'J, grateful to his heart; 'Twas virtue only could give umbrage ; then, In thai black period, to be grc-at and good Was a ftate crime; the pow'rs of genius then Were a conilru&ive treafon. Dion. Ha ! beware, Nor with vile calumny provoke my rage. A TRAGEDY. 53 Eupkra. Whate'er was laudable, \yhate'er was worthy, Sunk under foul oppreffion : freeborn men Were torn in private from their houfehold gods, Shut irom the light of Heaven in cavern 'd cells, Chain'd to the grunfel edge, and left to pine In bitternefs of foul ; while in the vaulted roof The tyrant fat, and through a fecret channel Collected ev'ry found - f heard each complaint Of martyr'd virtue : kept a regifter Of fighs and g-oans by cruelty extorted ; Noted the honeft language of the heart ; Then on the victim's wreak'd his murd'rous rage, For yielding to the feelings of their nature. Dion. Obdurate woman ! obftinate in ill ! Here ends all parley. Now your father's doom Is fix'd ; irrevocably fix'd j this night Thou fhalt behold him, while inventive cruelty Purfues his wearied life through every nerve. 1 fcorn all dull delay. This very night Shall fate my great revenge, [Exit. Evpbra. This night perhaps Shall whelm thee down, no more to blaft creation. My father, who inhabit'ft with the dead, Now let me feek thee in the lonely tomb, And tremble there with anxious hope and fear. [Exit. Sfene the Infede of the Temple. Enter PHOCION and MELANTHON. Pho. Each ftep I move, a grateful terror (hakes My frame to difTolution. Melon, 54 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Melan. Summon all Thy wonted firmnefs ; in that dreary vault A living king is number'd with the dead. I'll take my pod, near where the pillar'd ifle Supports the central dome, that no alarm Surprize you in the pious aft. [Exit. Pho. If here They both are found ; if in Evander's arms Euphrafia meets my fearch, the fates atone For all my fufF'rings, all affliclions paft. Yes I will feek them ha! the gaping tomb Invites my fteps now be propitious Heaven ! [Ht; enters the Tomb. Enter EUPHRASIA. AH hail ye caves of horror ! In this gloom Divine content can dwell, the heartfelt tear, Which, as it falls, a father's trembling hand Will catch, and wipe the forrows from my eye. Thou Pow'r fupremc! whofe all-pervading mind Guides this great frame of things; who now behold'ft me, Who in that cave of death art full as perfect As in the gorgeous palace, now, while night Broods o'er the world, I'll to thy facred fluine, And fupplicate thy mercies to my father. Who's there? Evander r Anfwer quickly fay Enter PHOCION from be Tomb. Pbo. What voice is that ? Meianthon ! Euphra. Ha! thofe founds ! Speak of Evanclerj tell me that he lives, Or loft Euphrafia dies, A TRAGEDY. 55 Pho. Heart-fwelling tranfport ' Art thou Euphrafia ? 'Tis thy Phocion, love ; Thy hufband comes.- Eupbra. Support me; reach thy hand Pho Once more I clafp her in this fond embrace ! Eupbra. What miracle has brought thee to me ? Pbo. Love Urg'd me on, and guided all my ways. Eupbra. Oh ! thou dear wanderer ! But wherefore here, Why in this place of woe? My tender little one, Say is he fafe ? Oh ! fatisfy a mother ; Speak of my child, or I go wild at once ; Tell me his fate, and tell me all thy own. Pho. Your boy is fa fe, f Euphrafia j lives to reign In Sicily ; Timoleon's guardian care Protects him in his camp ; difpel thy fears; The Gods once more will give him to thy arms. Eupbra. My father lives fepulchred ere his time. Here in Eudocia's tomb ; let me conduct thee - Pho. I came this moment thence Eupbra. And faw Evander ? Pb-j. Alas ! I found him not. Eupbra. Not found him there ! Have there fell murderers Oh ! [faints away, Pbo I've been too raih ; revive, my love, revive; Thy Phocion calls ; the Gods will guard Evander, And fave him to reward thy matchlefs virtue. Enter EVANDER and MELANTHON. Evan. Lead me, Melamhon, guide my aged fteps ; Where is he ? Let me fee him, 56 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER; Pho. My Euphrafia ; Thy father lives j thou venerable man ! Behold ! 1 cannot fly to thy embrace. Eupbra. Thefe agonies muft end me Ah ! my father ! Again I have himj gracious Pow'rs ! again I clafp his hand, and bathe it with my tears. Evan. Euphrafia ! Phocion too ! Yes, both are here > Oh ! let me thus, thus ftrain you to my heart. Pho. Protected by a daughter's tender care, By my Euphrafia fav'd ! That fweet reflection Exalts the blifs to rapture. Euphra. Why my father, Why thus adventure forth ? The ftrong alarm O'erwhelm'd my fpirits. Evan. I went forth, my child, When all was dark, and awful filence round, To throw me proftrate at the al tar's foot, To crave the care of Heaven for thee and thine. Melanthon there., ^. . Enter PHILOTAS. Eupbra. Philotas !- -ha ! what means - Philo. Inevitable ruin hovers o'er you : The tyrant's fury mounts into a blaze j Unfated yet with blood, he calls aloud For thee, Evander j thee his rage hath order'd This moment to his prefence. Evan- Lead me to him : His prefence hath no terror for Evander. Euphra. Horror ! It muft not be. PAfo A TRAGEDY. 57 Philo. No; never, never: I'll perifh rather. But the time demands Our utmoft vigour j with the light'ning's fpeed Decifive, rapid. With the fcorpion flings Of conference lafh'd, defpair and horror feize him, And guilt but ferves to goad his tortur'd mind To blacker crimes. His policy has granted A day's fufpenfe from arms ; yet even now His troops prepare, in the dead midnight hour, With bafe furprize, to ftorm Timoleon's camp. Evan. And doth he grant a falfe infidious truce^ To turn the hour of peace to blood and horror ? Euphrd. I know the monfter well : when fpecious feeming Becalms his looks, the rankling heart within Teems with deftrudtion. Like our own mount jEtna, When the deep mows inveft his hoary head, And a whole winter gathers on his brow, Looking tranquility ; ev'n then beneath The fuel'd entrails fummon all their rage, Till the affrighted fhepherd round him fees The fudden ruin, the vulcano's burft, Mountains hurl'd up in air,, and molten rocks, And all the land with defolation cover'd. Me/an. Now, Phocion, now, on thee our hope depends: Fly to Timoleon I can grant a pafsport Rouze him to vengeance 5 on the tyrant turn His own infidioHS arts, or all is loft. Pbo. Evander thou, and thou, my beft Euphrafia, Both fhall attend my flight. Melon. They muft remain ; Th' attempt would hazard all. I Eupbra. 5 8 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Eupbra. Together here We will remain, fafe in the cave of death ; And wait our freedom from thy conqu'ring arm. Even. Oh ! would the Gods roll back the flreatnof time, And give this arm the finew that it boafled At Tauromenium, when its force refiftlefs Mow'd down the ranks of war ; I then might guide The battle's rage, and, ere Evander die, Add ftill another laurel to my brow. Eupbra. Enough of laurell'd victory your fword Hath reapM in earlier days. Evan. And (hall my fword, When the great caufe of liberty invites, Remain inactive, unperforming quite ? Youth, fecond youth rekindles in my veins : Tho,' worn with age, uis arm will know it's office ; Will fliew that vidory has not forgot Acquaintance with this hand. And yet O fhamc f It will not be : the momentary blaze Sinks, and expires. 1 have furviv'd it all j Surviv'd my reign, my people, and myfelf. Eupbra. Fly, Phocion,fiy ; Melanthon will conduit thee. Melon. And when th' aflault begins, my faithful cohorts Shall form their ranks around this facred dome. Pbo. And my poor captive friends, my brave companions Taken in battle, wilt thou guard their lives? Melon. Trull to my care : no danger (hall afiail them. Pho. By Heav'n, the glorious expectation fwel Is This panting bofom ! Yes, Euphn-fia, yes ; Awhile I leave you to the care of Jt-leaven , Fell Dionyfius tremble ; ere the dawn Timolcon A TRAGEDY. 59 Timoleon thunders at your gates The rage, The pent-up rage of twenty thoufand Greeks, Shall burft at once ; and the tumultuous roar Alarm th' aftonifa'd world. The brazen gates Afunder {hall be rent; the tow'rs, the ramparts, Shall yield to Grecian valour ; death and rage Thro' the wide city's round fliall wade in gore, And guilty men awake to gafp their laft. Melanthon, come. Evan. Yet, ere thou go ; ft, young man, Attend my words : tho' guilt may ef<: provoke, As now it does, juft vengeance on it's head, In mercy punifh it. The rage of 'daughter Can add no trophy to the vigor's triumph: Bid him not fhed unnecefTary blood. Conqueft is proud, inexorable, fierce ; It is humanity ennobles all : So thinks Evander, and fo tell Timoleon, Pho. Farewel j ^the midnight hour fhall give you freedom. [Exit with Melantlon and P : /.!otai. Euphra. Ye guardian Deities, watch all his ways. Evan. Come, my Euphrafia, in this interval Together we will feek the facred altar, And thank the God, whofe prefence fills the dome, For the beft gift his bounty could beftow, The virtue he has giv'n theej there we'll pour Our hearts in praife, in tears of adoration, For all the wond'rous goodnefs lavifh'd on us. END OF THE FOURTH ACT. \^ ACT 60 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: ACT V. Enter DIONVSIUS and CALIPPUS. Dion. XL R E the day clos'd, while yet the bufy eye Might view their camp, their ftations and their guards, Their preparations for approaching night, Did'ft thou then mark the motions of the Greeks ? Catip. From the watch -tour I faw them : all things fpoks A foe fecure, and difcipline relax'd. Their arms thrown idly by, the foldiers ftray'd To one another's tents j their fteeds no more S'tood near at hand caparifon'd for war ; And from the lines numbers pour'd out, lofec The fpot, where the befieg'd had fallied forth, And the fierce battle rag'd ; to view the (lain That lie in heaps upon the crimfon beach. There thf fond brother, the afflicted father, And the friend, fought fome veftige of the face Of him who died in battle ; night came on ; Some flowly gain'd their tents ; difpers'd around Whole parties Joiter'd, touch'd with deep regret ; War, and its train of duties, all forgot. Dion. Their folly gives them to my fword : are all My orders iflued ? Catip. All. Dion. The troops retir'd To gain recruited vigour from repofe ? A TRAGEDY. 61 Calip. The city round lies hufh'd in fleep. Dion. Anon jLet each brave officer, of chofen valour, Forfake his couch, and with delib'rate fpirij:, Meet at the citadel. An hour at furtheft Before the davrn, 'tis fix'd to ftorm their camp; And whelm their men, their arms, and fteeds, and tents, In one prodigious ruin. Hafte, Calippus, Fly to thy poft, and bid Euphrafia enter. [Exit Galipput. Evander dies this night : Euphrafia too Shall be difpos'd of. Curfe on Phocion's fraud, That from my pow'r withdrew their infant boy. In him the feed of future kings werecrufh'd, And the whole hated lirie at once extinguifh'd. Enter EUPHRASIA. Dion. Once more approach and hear me ; 'tis not now A time to wafte in the vain war of words. A crifis big with horror is at hand. I meant to fpare the ftream of blood, that foon Shall deluge yonder plains. My fair propofals Thy haughty fpirit has with fcorn rejected. And now, by Heav'n, here, in thy very fight, Evander breathes his laft. Euphra. The truce you've granted Sufpends the rage of war : meantime fend forth The orators of peace with olive crown'd. Timoleon, good and juft, and ever willing To conquer rather by perfuafive truth, Than by devouring /laughter, will agree In friendly parley to afiert his rights, And compromize the war. Dion. fa THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER^ Dion. And muft I fue For terms of peace ? To an invader fue ? Since you, the fiend of Syracufe and Greece, Since you thus urge me on to defp'rate daring, Your father firft of him I'Jl be aflur'd Your father meets his fate. fLuphra. If yet there's wanting A crime to fill the meafure of thy guilt, Add that black murder to the dreadful iift ; With that complete the horrors of thy reign. Dion. Woman, beware: Philotas is at hand, And to our prefence leads Evander. All Thy dark complottings, and thy treach'rous arts, Have prov'd abortive. Euphra. Ha! What new event ? And is Philotas falfe ? Has he betra/d him ? [Afide. Dion. Evander's doom is feal'd What ho ! Philotas I Now fhalt thou fee him die in pangs before thee. Enter PHI LOT AS. Euphra, How my heart finks within me ! Dion. Where's your pris ? ner ? Ph'ilo. Evander is no more. Dion. Ha ! Death has robbed me Of half my great revenge. Philo. Worn out with anguifh I faw life ebb apace. With ftudied art We gave each cordial drop Alas! in vain; He heav'd a figh ; invok'd his daughter's name, Smil'd and expir'd. Dion. A TRAGEDY. 63 Dion. Bring me his hoary head. Philo. You'll pardon, Sir, my over-hafty zeal. I gave the body to the foaming (urge Down the fteep rock defpis'd, Dion. Now rave and fhriek, And rend your fcatter'd hair. No more Evander Shall fway Sicilia's fceptre. Eupbra. Mighty Gods ! The harden 'd heart, the man elate with pride View with compaflion ! To the bad extend Some portion of your mercy ; crimes and blood Have made their fouls a feat of defolation, Of woe, defpair and horror ! Turn to them An eye of pity : whom your bounty form'd To truth, to goodnefs, and to gen'rous deeds, On them no more from your bright ftores of blifs You need difpenfe : their virtue will fupport them. Dion. Now then thoufeel'ft my vengeance. Eupbra. Glory in it; Exult and triumph. Thy worft fhaft is fped. Yet ftill th' unconquer'd mind with fcorn can view the ; With the calm funihine of the breaft beholds Thy pow'r unequal to fubdue the foul, Which virtue form'd, and which the Gods protect. Dion. Philotas, bear her hence; fhe fhall not live; This moment bear her hence ; you know the reft ; Go, fee our will obey'd ; that done, with all A warrior's fpced attend me at the citadel ; Thej-e meet the heroes, whom this night I'll lead To freedom, victory, to glorious havock, To the deftruc~tion of the Grecian name, [Exit. Etyhra. 64 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Eupbra. Accept my thanks, Philotas ; generous man \ Thefe tears atteft th' emotions of my heart. But oh ! fhould Greece defer Pbilo. Difpel thy fears ; Phocion will bring relief; or fhould the tyrant AfTault their camp, he'll meet a marftiall'd foe. Let me conduit thee to the filent tomb. Eupbra. Ah ! there Evander, naked and difarm'd, Defencelefs quite, may meet fome ruffian ftroke. Philo. Lo ! here's a weapon ; bear this dagger to h? In the drear monument (hould hoff ile fteps Dare to approach him, they muft enter fingly ; This guards the pafiage ; man by man they die. There may'ft thou dwell amidft the wild commotion. Eupbra. Ye pitying Gods, protect my father then f [Exeunf* Scene the Citadel. CALIPPUS and fever al Officers. firji Officer. What neweventthusfummons' us together ? Catip. 'Tis great occafion calls ; Timoleon's ardor Comes rufliing on ; his works rife high in air, Advance each day, and tow'r above our walls. One brave exploit may free us Lo ! the king. Enter Diortvsius. Dion. Ye brave aiTociates, who fo oft have fhar'd Our toil and danger in the field of glory, My fellow-warriors, what no god could promife, Fortune A T R A G E D Y. 65 Fortune hath giv'n us. In his dark embrace Lo ' fleep envelops the whole Grecian camp. Again ft a foe, the outcafb of their country, Freebooters roving in purfuit of prey, Succefs by war, or covert ftratagerh Alike is glorious. Then, my gallant friends,' What need of words ? The gen'rous call of freedom^ Your wives, your children, your invaded rights, All that can fteel the patriot breaft with valour, Expands and rouzes in the fwelling heart. Follow th' impulfive ardour ; follow me, Your king, your leader ; in the friendly gloom Of night afTault their camp; your country's love, And fame eternal, fhall attend the men Who march'd through blood and horror, to redeem From the invader's pow'r, their native land. Calip. Lead to the onfet ; Greece fhall find we bear Hearts prodigal of blood, when honour calls, Refolv'd to conquer or tb die in freedom. Dion. Thus I've refoiv'd : when the declining moort Hath veil'd her orb, our filent march begins. The order thus : Ca!ip,)U?, thou lead forth Iberia's fons with theNumidian bands, And line the fhore. Perdiccas, be it thine To march thy cohorts to the mountain's foot, Where the wood fkirts the valley ; there make halt Till biave Amyntor ftretch aJon^ the vale. Ourfelf, with the embodied cavalry Clad in their mail'd cuirafs, will circle round To where their camp extends its furtheft line ; Unnumber'd torches there fhall blaze at once, The fignal of the charge ; then, oh ! my friends, On every lide let the wild uproar loofe, K Bid 66 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Bid maflacre and carnage ftalk around, Unfparing, unrelenting; drench your (Words In hoftile blood, and riot in deftrudtion. Enter an Officer. Dion. Ha ! fpeak ; unfold thy purpofe. Offi. Inftant arm ; To arms, my liege j the foe breaks in upon us j The fubterraneous pafs is theirs ; that way Their band invades the city funk in fleep. Dion. Treafon's at work ; detefted, treach'rous villains ! Is this their promis'u truce ? Away, my friends, Rouze all the war ; fly to your fev'ral pofts, And inftant biing all Syracufe in arms. [Exeunt. Warlike Mufic. Enter MELANTHON. Ca/ip. Melanthon, now collect your faithful bands. Melan. Do thou purfue the King j attend his fteps : Timoleon lords it in the captive city. [Exit CALIPPUS. Enter PHI LOT AS. Melon. Philotas, vengeance has begun its work. Philo. The Gods have fent relief ; difmay, and terror, And wild amaze, and death in ev'ry (hape, Fill ihe affiighted city. Melon. Tyrant, now Th' inevitable hour of fate is come. Philotas, round the dome that holus Evander We will arrange our men ; there fix our poft, And guard that fnot, till, like feme God, Timoleoa Still the wild uproar, and bid flaughtci ceafe. [Exent, ATRAGEDY. 6; Scene another Part of the City. Enter DIONYSIUS. Why deep the coward flares ? All things confpire ; The Gods are leagu'd \ I fee them raze my tow'rs ; My walls and bulwarks fall, and Neptune's trident From its foundation heaves the folid rock. Pallas directs the ftorm ; her gorgon ihield Glares in my view, and from the fleet (he calls Her Greeks enrag'd In arms I'll meet 'em all. What, ho ! my guards Arife, or wake no more. Enter CALJPPUS. Calip. This w,ay, my liege j our friends, a valiant band, Aflemble here. Dion. Give me to meet the Greek. Our only fafety lies in brave defpair, [Exeutit, Scene the Infide of the Temple. A Monument in the Middle. EUPHRASIA, ERIXENE, and Female Attendants. Euphra. Which way, Erixene, which way, my virgins, Shall we direct our fteps ? What facred altar Clafp on our knees ? Erlx. Alas ! the horrid tumult Spreads the deftru&ion wide. On ev'ry fide The victor's (houts, the groans of murder'd wretches^ In wild confufion rife. Once more defcend Eudocia's tomb j there thou may'ft find a flicker. Eupbra. Anon, Erixene, I mean to vifit, Perhaps for the laft time, a mother's urn. This dagger there, this inftjument of dsajb^ 68 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER: Should Fortune profper the fell tyrant's arms, This dagger then may free me from his pow'r, And that drear vault intomb us all in peace. [Puts up the dagger, Hark ! how the uproar fwells ! Alas what numbers In Dionyfius' caufe (hall yield t v throats To the deftru&ive fword ! Aloft I climb'd The temple's vaulted roof; the fcene beneath Is horrible to fight ; our domes and palaces Biaz>e to the fky ; and where the flames forbear, The Greeks enrag'd brand ifh the gleaming fword. From the high roofs, to'fhun the raging fire, Wretches precipitate their fall. But oh ! No paute, no mercy ; to the edgeo'th' fword They give their bodies ; butcher'd, gafli'd with wounds They dir in mangled heaps, and with their limbs Cover the fanguine pavement. Erix. Hark! Euphra. The Din Of arms with clearer found advances. Ha ! That fudden burft ! Again ! They rufh upon us ! The portal opens Lo ! fee there The foldier Enters j war invades the facred fane ; No altar gives a fan&uary now. [War-like mufic. Enter D I o N Y s i u s and C A L I P P u s , with fiver at. Soldiers. Dion. Here will I mock their fiege ; here Hand at bay, And brave 'em to the laft. Calip. Our weary foes Defift from the purfuit. Dion. Tho' ail betray me, Tho' evVy God confpire, I will not yield. A TRAGEDY. 69 If I muft fail, the temple's pond'rous roof, The manfion of the Gods combin'd againft me Shall firft be crufti'd, and lie in ruin with me, Euphrafia here ! Detefted, treach'rous woman ! For my revenge preferv'd ! By Heav'n 'tis well ; -Vengeance awaits thy guilt, and this good fword Thus fe Is thee to atone the bleeding vi&ims j,rit has maflacred. Caiip. (Holding Dionyjius's arm") My liege forbear; Her life preferv'd may plead your caufe with Greece, And mitigate your fate. Dion. Prefumptuous flave ! -My rage is up in arms By Heav'n fhe dies.-: Enter Ev ANDER from the Tomb. Evan. Open, thou cave of death, and give me way. Horror ! forbear ! Thou murd'rer hold thy hand ! The Gods behold thee, horrible aflaflin ! Reftrain the blow ; it were a flab to Heav'n ; All nature (hudders at it ! Will no friend Arm in a caufe like this a father's hand? Strike at this bofom rather. Lo ! Evander Proftrate and groveling on the earth before thee; He begs to die ; exhauft the fcanty drops That lag about his heart ; but fpare my child. Dion. Evander ! Do my eyes orice more behold him ? May the fiends feize Philotas ! Treach'rous flave ! ' Tis well thou liv'fr ; thy djath were poor revenge From any hand but mine. (0/ers tojirike. Eupbra. No, tyrant, no; (Rufting before EVANDER. I have provok'd your vengeance ; through this bolom Open a paflage ; firft on me, on me Exhauft 70 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER; Exhauft your fury ; ev'ry Pow'r above Commands thee to refpet that aged head j His wither'd frame wants blood to glut thy rage; Strike here j thefc veins are full j here's blood enough ; The purple tide will gufli to glad thy fight. Dion. Amazement Wafts and freezes ev'ry pow'r ! They fhall not live. Ha ! the fierce tide of war {A fiourijh of trumpets. This way comes rufhing on. (Goes to the top of the Ji age. Eupora. (Embracing Ev ANDER.) Oh ! thus, my fath :r, We'll perifti thus together. Dion. Bar the gates ; Clofe ev'ry paflage, and repel their force. Evan. And muft I fee thee bleed ? Oh ! for a fword! Bring, bring me d-ig^crs ! Euphra. Ha! Dion. (Comber down thejlage] Guards feize the flavc, And give him to my rage. Evan. (Seizd b) the guards) Oh ! fpara her, fpare her. Inhuman villains ! Euphra. Now one glorious effort ! (Afide. Dion. Let me difpatch j thou traitor, thus my arm Euphra. A daughter's arm, fell monfter, flrikes the blow. Yes, firft fhe (Irikes ; an injur'd daughter's arm Sends thee devoted to th' infernal gods. (&tt,bs him.') Dion. Detefled fiend ! 'J^hus by a woman's hand \ (He falb.) Euphra. Yes, tyrant, yes ; in a dear father's caufe A woman's vengeance tow'rs above her fex. A TRAGEDY. 71 Dion. May curfesblaft thy arm ! May ./Etna's fires Convulfe the land ; to its foundation (hake The groaning ifle ! May civil difcord bear Her flaming brand through all the realms of Greece ; And the whole race expire in pangs like mine ! (Dies.) Euphra. Behold, all Sicily behold ! The point Glows with the tyrant's blood. Ye flaves, (to the guards) look there j Kneel to your rightful king : the blow for freedom Gives you the rights of men ! And, oh ! my father, My ever honour'd fire, it gives thee life. Evan. My child ; my daughter ; fav'd again by thee ? (He embraces her, A jlnurijh of trumpets. Enter PHOCION, MELAN T T;HON, PHILOTAS, &V. Pho. Now let the monfter yield.- My beft Euphrafia ! Euphra. My lord ! my Phocion ! welcome to my heart. Lo ! there the wonders of Euphrafia's arm ! Pho. And is the proud one fall'n ! The dawn {hall fee him A fpe&acle for public view. Euphrafia! Evander too! Thus to behold you both Evan r To her direct thy looks ; there fix thy praife, And gaze with wonder there. The life I gave her- Oh ! (he has us'd it for the nobleft ends ! To fill each duty ; make her father feel The pureft joy, the heart-diflblving blifs To have a grateful child, But has the rage Of Slaughter ceas'd ? Phs. 72 THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER Pho. It has. Evan. Where is Timoleon ? Pho. He guards the citadel j there gives his orders To calm the uproar, and recall from carnage His conqu'ring troops. Eupbra. Oh .' once again, my father, Thy fway fhall blefs the land. Not for himfelf Timoleon conquers ; to redrefs the wrongs Of bleeding Sicily the hero comes. Thee, good Melanthon, thee, thou gen'rous man, His juftice (hall reward Thee too, Philotas, Whofe fympathizing heart could feel the touch Of foft humanity, the hero's bounty, His brighteft honours, fhall be lavifli'd on thee. Evander too will place you near his. throne ; And fhew mankind, ev'n on this fhore of being, That virtue flill fhall meet its fure reward. Plrilo. I am rewarded : feelings fuch as mine Are worth all dignities - y my heart repays me. Evan. Come, let us leek Timoleon ; to his care I will commend ye both : for now, alas ! Thrones and dominions now no more for me. To her I give my crown. Yes, thou, Euphrafia, Shalt reign in Sicily. And oh ! ye Pow'rs, Jn that bright eminence of care and peril, Watch over all her ways ; conduct and guide The goodnefs you infpir'd, that fhe max prove, If e'er diftrefs like mine invade the land, A parent to her people ; ftretch the ray Of filial piety to times unborn, That men may hear her unexampled virtue, And learn to emulate THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER FINIS, POSTSCRIPT. A H E Traced v, here offered to the. Public, is founded on a paflage In VALERIUS MAXIM us*. We are told by that author, " That a woman of ingenuous birth was " convicted before the PR^TOR of a capital crime, and " delivered over to the TRIUMVIR to be put to death ia " pr'aon- The jailer received her into his cuflody, but, ' touched with companion, did not proceed immediately .* to execute the fentence. His humanity went fp far as to * adn.it the daughter of the unhappy criminal into the ' goal ; but not without a previous fearch, hft any " nouri(hment fhould be fecretly conveyed. To ftnrve, ** the prifoner to death was his defign. Several days <* patTed. when it became matter of wonder how the poor " woman fubfiftfed fo lung. The jailer's curipfity was " excited : he watched the daughter narrowly, and faw l her give her breaft to the famifhed mother, and \vith her milk fupply the cravings of nature. Touched by c the novelty of fo affect ing a fight, he made his report to <{ the TRIUMVIR, from whom it reached the PRAETOR, '* and, the whole matter being rcierrcd to the JUDICIAL, " MACISTRAI ES, the mother received a free pardon. "What will not filial piety undertake? What p!.:ce *' will it not penetrate? What will it not dev'ife, when ** in a dungeon it finds unheard of means to prcferve a t; parent's life? Is there, in the couife of human affairs, ' a fcene fo big with wonder, as a mother nourifhed ac " the daughter's breaft? The incident might, auh firit * view, be thought repugnant to the order of nature, if " TO LOVE OUR PARENTS Were not the FIR6T LAW *< damped by the hand of Nature on the human Thus far VALERIUS MAXIMUS: He goes on i: 'i-^ o place, and tells a Greek tale, in which the heroine performs ie fame a6l of piety to a father in the declir.e 01 i.tc ie purpofes of the drama, the latter ; -jry has b..ii preferred. The painters long fince feized the lubjed; L ar.d * Vide Viler. M^x, lib. 5, c. 4, de Pletate In Parentei. 7. POSTCRIPT. and by them it has been called ROMAN CHARITY. The Author has taken the liberty to place it in the reign o r i.'ioNYSius the Younger, at the point of time when TIMOLEON laid fiege to SYRACUSE. The general effect, it was thought, would be better produced, if the whole had an air of real hiitory. ' Atque ita mentititr^ fie verh falfa remifcet t Primo ne medium^ media ne difcrefiet imum. The Author does not wifh to conceal that the fubje&of this I ragedy has been touched in fome foreign pieces : but he thinks it has been only touched. TheZfiLMiRE of Monf. BELLOY begins after the daughter has delivered her father out of prifon. The play indeed has many beauties ; and if ihe fentiments and bufmefs of that piece coincided with the efigno' THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER, the Author would not have blufhed to walk in the lame trad!;. Buta new fable was absolutely neceflary: and, perhaps in the prefent humour of the times, it is not unlucky that DO more than three lines could be adopteci from Monf. BELLOY. Every writer, who makes up a ftory with characters and incidents already hackneyed on the Englifh ilage, and invents nothing, cries out with an air of triumph, That he has not borrowed from the wits of FRANCE. In the Ifie of Man, it is faid, there is an epitaph in thefe words : " He who lies here interred., wai ' never out of this if. and." The poor man was to be pitied : a fimilar inlc iptio.i upon the tomb (tone of a modern poet, would, perhiips, do as little honour to the memory of the dece ;fed. The Author cannot difmifs his Play, without declaring that, though in love with the fu^ject, he has not fatisfied even his own ideas of the drama he laments that he had neither time nor ability to make it better. To heighten it with additional beauties was referved for the decorations with which the zeal of Mr. GARRICK has embellished th -citation ; for the admirable performance of Mr. BA ; and, above all, for the enchanting powers and th, 'us of :virs. BARRY. J, .'Coin's /, &b. 29, 1772* This Day is publifhed, Price is. 6d. A New Edition, being the THIRD, of Z E N O B I A ; A Tragedy, written by the Author of this Play, and per- formed with Univerfal Applaufe, at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, Printed for W. GRIFFIN, at Garrick's Head, in Catharine" Street, Strand. 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