To that futurity which Plato taught.

Thither, oh! thither was Evander going,

But thou recall'st me; thou!

Eup. Timoleon too

Invites thee back to life.

Eva. And does he still

Urge on the siege?

Eup. His active genius comes

To scourge a guilty race. The Punic fleet,

Half lost, is swallow'd by the roaring sea.

The shatter'd refuse seek the Lybian shore,

To bear the news of their defeat to Carthage.

Eva. These are thy wonders, Heaven! Abroad thy spirit

Moves o'er the deep, and mighty fleets are vanish'd.

Eup. Ha!—hark!—what noise is that!

Some busy footstep beats the hallow'd pavement.

Oh! sir, retire—Ye pow'rs!—Philotas!—ha!

Enter Philotas.

Philotas

Phil. For thee, Euphrasia, Dionysius calls.

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