No plan is fix'd, and no concerted measure.

The fates are busy: wait the vast event.

Trust to my truth and honour. Witness, gods,

Here, in the temple of Olympian Jove,

Philotas swears——

Eva. Forbear: the man like thee,

Who feels the best emotions of the heart,

Truth, reason, justice, honour's fine excitements,

Acts by those laws, and wants no other sanction.

Eup. Again th'alarm approaches; sure destruction

To thee, to all, will follow:—hark! a sound

Comes hollow murm'ring through the vaulted aisle.

It gains upon the ear. Withdraw, my father;

All's lost, if thou art seen.

Phil. And lo! Calippus[Pg 38]

[Pg 38]

Darts with the lightning's speed across the aisle.

Eva. Thou at the senate house convene my friends.

Melanthon, Dion, and their brave associates,

Will show, that liberty has leaders still.

 Prev. P 61/101 next