Ours the first lot; we've fail'd; on yonder plain

Appear in arms, the faithful band will meet thee.

Dio. Vile slave, no more. Melanthon, drag 'em hence

To die in misery. Impal'd alive,

The winds shall parch them on the craggy cliff.[Pg 32]

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Selected from the rest, let one depart

A messenger to Greece, to tell the fate

Her chosen sons, her first adventurers met.

[Exit Dionysius.

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Dionysius

Mel. Unhappy men! how shall my care protect

Your forfeit lives? Philotas, thou conduct them

To the deep dungeon's gloom. In that recess,

'Midst the wild tumult of eventful war

We may ward off the blow. My friends, farewell:

That officer will guide your steps.

[All follow Philotas, except Phocion.

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