That glows within me, ne'er shall know despair.

No, I will trust the gods. Desponding man!

Hast thou not heard with what resistless ardour

Timoleon drives the tumult of the war?

Hast thou not heard him thund'ring at our gates?

The tyrant's pent up in his last retreat;

Anon thou'lt see his battlements in dust,

His walls, his ramparts, and his tow'rs in ruin;

Destruction pouring in on ev'ry side,

Pride and oppression at their utmost need,

And nought to save him in his hopeless hour.

[A flourish of Trumpets.

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Mel. Ha! the fell tyrant comes.—Beguile his rage,

And o'er your sorrows cast a dawn of gladness.

Enter Dionysius, Calippus, Officers, &c.

Dionysius

Calippus

Officers

Dio. The vain presumptuous Greek! His hopes of conquest,

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