d mind with scorn can view thee;
With the calm sunshine of the breast can see,
Thy pow'r unequal to subdue the soul,
Which virtue form'd, and which the gods protect.

_Dio._ Philotas, bear her hence; she shall not live;
This moment, bear her hence!--you know the rest:--
Go, see our will obey'd; that done, with all
A warrior's speed, attend me at the citadel;--
There meet the heroes, whom this night shall lead
To freedom, victory,--to glorious havoc,
And the destruction of the Grecian name. [_Exit._

_Eup._ Accept my thanks, Philotas;--generous man!
These tears attest th'emotions of my heart.
But, oh! should Greece defer----

_Phil._ Dispel thy fears;
Phocion will bring relief; or should the tyrant
Assault their camp, he'll meet a marshall'd foe.
Let me conduct thee to the silent tomb.

_Eup._ Ah! there Evander, naked and disarm'd,
Defenceless quite, may meet some ruffian stroke.

_Phil._ Lo here's a weapon; bear this dagger to him.
In the drear monument, should hostile steps
Dare to approach him, they must enter singly;
This guards the passage; man by man they die.
There may'st thou dwell amidst the wild commotion.

_Eup._ Ye pitying gods, protect my father there!

[_Exeunt._

SCENE II.

_The Citadel._

_Enter CALIPPUS, and several OFFICERS: DIONYSIUS meeting them._

_Dio._ Ye brave associates, who so oft have shar'd
Our toil and danger in the field of glory,
My fellow warriors, what no god could promise,
Fortune hath giv'n us. In his dark embrace
Lo! sleep envelops the whole Grecian camp.
Against a foe, the outcasts of their country,
Freebooters, roving in pursuit of prey,
Success by war or covert stratagem
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 steel the patriot breast with valour,
Expands and rouses in the swelling heart.
Follow th'impulsive ardour; follow me,
Your king, your leader: in the friendly gloom
Of night, assault their camp; your country's love,
And fame eternal, shall attend the men
Who march'd through blood and horror, to redeem,
From the invader's pow'r, their native land.

_Cal._ Lead to the onset; Greece shall find we bear
Hearts prodigal of blood, when honour calls,
Resolv'd to conquer or to die in freedom.

_Dio._ Thus I've resolv'd: When the declining moon
Hath veil'd her orb, our silent march begins.
The order thus:--Calippus thou lead forth
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