Some new suspicion goads him. At yon gate

I stopp'd Calippus, as with eager haste

He bent his way to seek thee.—Oh! my sovereign,

My King, my injur'd master, will you pardon

The wrongs I've done thee?

[Kneels to Evander.

[

Evander

Eva. Virtue such as thine,

From the fierce trial of tyrannic pow'r,

Shines forth with added lustre.

Phil. Oh! forgive

My ardent zeal? there is no time to waste.

You must withdraw; trust to your faithful friends.

Pass but another day, and Dionysius

Falls from a throne usurp'd.

Eva. But ere he pays

The forfeit of his crimes, what streams of blood[Pg 37]

[Pg 37]

Shall flow in torrents round! Methinks I might

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