_Dio._ Woman, beware: Philotas is at hand, And to our presence leads Evander. All Thy dark complottings, and thy treach'rous arts, Have prov'd abortive. _Eup._ Ha!--What new event? And is Philotas false?--Has he betray'd him? [_Aside._ _Dio._ What, ho! Philotas! _Enter PHILOTAS._ _Eup._ How my heart sinks within me! _Dio._ Where's your pris'ner? _Phil._ Evander is no more. _Dio._ Ha!--Death has robb'd me Of half my great revenge. _Phil._ Worn out with anguish, I saw life ebb apace. With studied art We gave each cordial drop, alas, in vain; He heav'd a sigh, invok'd his daughter's name, Smil'd, and expir'd. _Dio._ Bring me his hoary head! _Phil._ You'll pardon, sir, my over-hasty zeal. I gave the body to the foaming surge, Down the steep rock despis'd. _Dio._ Now rave and shriek, And rend your scatter'd hair. No more Evander Shall sway Sicilia's sceptre. Now then, thou feel'st my vengeance. _Eup._ Glory in it; Exult and triumph. Thy worst shaft is sped. Yet still th'unconquer'd mind with scorn can view thee; With the calm sunshine of the breast can see, Thy pow'r unequal to subdue the soul, Which virtue form'd, and which the gods protect. _Dio._ Philotas, bear her hence; she shall not live; This moment, bear her hence!--you know the rest:-- Go, see our will obey'd; that done, with all A warrior's speed, attend me at the citadel;-- There meet the heroes, whom this night shall lead To freedom, victory,--to glorious havoc, And the destruction of the Grecian name. [_Exit._ _Eup._ Accept my thanks, Philotas;--generous man! These tears attest th'emotions of my heart. But, oh! should Greece defer---- _Phil._ Dispel thy fears; Phocion will bring relief; or should the tyrant Assault their camp, he'll meet a marshall'd foe. Let me conduct thee to the silent tomb. _Eup._ Ah! there Evander, naked and disarm'd, Defenceless quite, may meet some ruffian stroke. _Phil._ Lo here's a weapon; bear this dagger to him. In the drear monument, should hostile steps Dare to approach him, they must enter singly; This guards the passage; man by man they die. There may'st thou dwell amidst the wild commotion. _Eup._ Ye pitying gods, protect my father there! [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _The Citadel._ _Enter CALIPPUS, and several OFFICERS: DIONYSIUS meeting them._