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Apply'd with vigour, soon will open ways. He passes, where his own distinguish'd form
Ser'n hundred patives can Gerästus arm,

No ornament excels. In gold the shapes
Who will not fight to rivet on their necks

Of wreaths and garlands, crescents, stars, and suns, A galling yoke more fast. The whole defence, Hung round the columns; on the pavement broad, Our oligarchal tyrants bave to boast,

Engraven tripods, vases, statues, busts Are poor barbarians, scarce three hundred strong, Of burnish'd brass and silver were dispos'd, Sav'd from the wrecks of those advent'rous ships, In graceful order. Pictures, where the lips Which round Eubæa's rude Capharean cape Seem speaking, limbs to act, and looks express Had been detach'd thy navy to surround

The various passions, which in varying hues In Artemisium's conflict." Now apart

Exalt the human aspect, or degrade, Themistocles to Hyacinthus spake,

Enrich the walls. Orion writhes bis bulk, While in his care he lodg'd a casket sealid, Transfix'd by arrows from th’insulted queen Which held the talent promis'd to his sire: Of chastity. Devour'd by rar'nous hounds,

“ This for thy father; tell him, I require His own, Actæon's metamorphos'd head The stipulated bands' immediate march;

Reclines in blood his newly-branching horns. I wish to see them under thy command.

Unbid by Eneus to th' Ætolian feast, Thou know'st Diana's celebrated fane

There on her vengeful Calydonian boar At Amarynthus; if thou canst, young friend, Looks Phoebe down, while red her crescent darts Be there before me.” Pleas'd, the youth departs. A flame of anger through disparting clouds. As in excursion from their waxen homes

Compellid to lave her violated limbs, A hive's industrious populace obey

Disrob'd Calisto on the fountain's brink The tinkling sound, which suminons all to swarm; There weeps in vain her virgin vow profan'd. So, when the trumpet's well-known voice proclaims Here deeds of mercy smile. Appeas'd, the queen To arms, the Styrians, round the banner'd staff, Folds in the mantle of a silver mist Which Lampon rais'd, are gather'd. There enjoin'd Pale Iphigenia, from the holy knife To reassemble at a stated hour,

At Aulis wasts, and substitutes the doe Their clinking armour in their homes they cleanse; A full-atoning victim. Here she quits They whet their spears and falchions to chastise Her Tauric dome, unhospitably stain'd Gerästian rapine. Ere the morning breaks, With blood of strangers. O'er th' entrusted keel Four hundred join Themistocles. He bends Of sad Orestes, who her image bears, To Amarynthus, seat of Dian pure,

To chase the Furies from his haunted couch, His rapid course. Her edifice sublime,

A guardian bland she hovers. Through its length Which overtops her consecrated bow'r,

Magnificent the midmost isle conveys
The second noon discovers. Just arriv'd,

The terminating sight, where deep and wide
Carystian helmets round the temple shine, A luminous recess, half-circling, shows
By Hyacinthus and Nicanor led,

Pilasters chisellid, and a sumptuous freeze.
Joint captains. Staid Nicanor was the friend An elevated pavement, yet below
Return'd from Oreus, who the tidings brought The sight, whose level skims a surface broad
Of poor Cleora's fate. Th’ Athenian hails Of marble green, sustains the goddess form
The young commander: “ Gladly do I find In Parian whiteness, emblem of her state,
Thy speed surpassing mine ; but swift explain, In height five cubits. Purity severe
Who is the priestess in this pure abode?"

O'ershades her beauty. Elegantly group'd “ Then Hyacinthus: “ She, Eudora nam'd, Without confusion, Dryads, Oreads round, For sanctity of manners, rank, and birth,

With nymphs of lakes and fountains fill the space. Through this well-peopled island is renown'd; Lo! not unlike the deity she serves, Authority her hand-maid. Her rich fane

Eudora stands before her, and accosts With sumptuous off'rings shines; the wealthiest Th’advancing hero thus : " I trust, thy soul Her intercession at the thrones of Heav'n (towns Some great, some righteous enterprise conceives, Obsequious court, and dread her brow severe. Else nothing less might justify the din Of elevated stature, awful port,

Of arms around me, and these banners proud She from Briareus, worshipp'd in our walls, Fix'd in my presence on religious ground Proud origin derives. She twangs the bow, Inviolably sacred. I would know, The javeliu lances through the tusky boar, Themistocles, thy purpose.” He one knee Chas'd o'er the temple's wide domain of wood; Obsequious bends; his lips approach the hem Tall nymphs attend her, while the eyes abash'd Of her pontific robe, nor she forbids. Of her own vassals shun her stately step.

He then replied: "I should not have besought Ah! couidst thou win her favour !" “ Haste," Thy condescension, priestess, had my soul replies

Less than a righteous enterprise conceiv'd, The ready chief, “ to great Eudora say,

Deserving sanction from thy holy, pure, Themistocles of Athens humbly sues

All-influencing wisdom; to thy reet To kiss the border of her ballow'd stole."

I bring my standard, and my sword devote He calls; the martial hamess from his limbs Spontaneous to thy service. While I cast Attentive slaves unclasp; ablution pure

My wond'ring eyes on this enrich'd abode, From limpid streams effaces ev'ry stain

On thee, its chief embellishment, and know Of his laborious march; a chlamys flows

That impious neighbours in Gerästus rule, Loose from his shoulders. Casting from his brow Foul pillagers and miscreants, horrour thrills The plumed casque, uncover'd he ascends Thy soldier's bosom ; from a town oppress'd, The massy steps of that stupendous fane.

Them to extirpate his vindictive arm In admiration of the glories there,

Themistocles exalts." Eudora look'd Through cedar valves, on argent hinges poisd, Applauding: “Go, and prosper," she rejoind;

« Of this attentive piety, O chief,

Elect Endem's archon ; of the wealth,
Whom glory crowns, thou never shalt repent !" Those wretches gather'd, part to public use,

Dismiss'd, he rested; under twilight grey To suff'rers part distribute. I demand
Renew'd his course. Meridian Phæbus view'd But this requital; you have felt the woes
Compact battalions from their shields and helms Of tyranny ; obtaining from my hand
Shoot flames of terrour on Geræstian woods. Redress, that hand enable to preserve
A guard was station'd, where the narrow path The liberty of others; Greece demands
Gave entrance; thither Hyacinthus led

From you that succour, which this happy day A chosen troop, and fierce in accent spake: She hath by me imparted.” He withdraws

“ Train'd to an qar, vile remnants of a wreck, From acclamations and assenting hearts Drop, ye barbarian vagabonds, those arms To give Eudemus counsel. Night is spent. From your ignoble, mercenary hands;

He swiftly back to Amarynthus flies; Th' invincible Themistocles requires

Each tyrant follows; from his dungeon drawn, Immediate passage.” Dubious paus'd their chief, The Sun, spectator of his chains and shame, A low Pamphylian rower. In contempt

He dreads; in horrour, conscious of his guilt, From his inverted spear a pond'rous blow

He shrinks at day like Cerberus, when dragg'd The youth discharg'd, removing all suspense. By Hercules from Hell. Th' accepted chief, Prone fell the ruffian, like the victim beast, His captives ranging in Eudora's sight, Stunn'd by a brawny sacrificer's blow,

Unfolds their dire variety of crimes, Before an altar's fire. His troop disperse.

Left to her sentence; awful she decides : The Styrians active, by the prudent son

“ He, who oppresses, who enslaves mankind, Of Neocles instructed, beat the wood,

Himself should feel enthralment, shame, and stripes. Wielding the bill and axe in wary dread

Let these to some fell traficker in slaves Of ambush. No resistance checks the march; Be sold, transported in remotest climes The speeding legion penetrates the shades; To witness Greek severity on vice; Thence, rushing dreadful on Geræstus, spreads So by my voice should Xerxes be condemn'd; A blaze of steel. So fiery sparks, conceal'd So shall the monster Demonax. The means Long in some ancient mansion's girding beam, I find, Themistocles, in thee.” Elate There gath’ring force unseen, a passage break To hear this great, authoritative dame, For conflagration to devour a town.

The chief replies: “ Thy mandate is my law, Eudemus joins Themistocles, and thus :

Thy equity is mine." Her stately brow ~ Behold, our miscreant oligarchy rest

Unbending, she concisely questions thus: On supplication, now their sole defence ;

“ How shall Eudora's favour mark thy worth?" The injur'd people follow; hear the cry

“ Thy blessing grant,” he answers, well apprisid, Of imprecation. Sev'n flagitious men,

That asking little best attains to all. By rapine, lust, and homicide deform'd,

“I may do more," she said; “thy ripen'd thoughts Those olive boughs profaning by their touch, Impart hereafter; my extent of aid Come to pollute thy presence.” They approach, Diana must determine. Now farewell.” To whom th’ Athenian, stern in visage, spake : He press'd no further, tow'rds Carystus turn'd

“ Ye little tyrants, who in crimes aspire His march, and reach'd her portals, while the Sun To emulate the greatest, do ye come

Wanted three hours to finish his career. To render up your persons ? else expect

There was a temple to Briareus built, That populace to seize you, and a pile

The son of Titan. In th' enormous shrine Of stones to crush your execrable heads."

His image vast to thirty cubits rose He turns away. The fife and trumpet sound; In darkest marble. Terrour, thick with curls The sev'n surrender mute; Eudemus glad O'erlaid the forehead, thick th' engraven beard Secures them, giv'n to Styra's band in cbarge. The spacious chest o'ershadow'd; fifty shields, Reviv'd Gerästus to her public place,

As many maces of refulgent brass Which heretofore the people wont 10 fill

The hundred hands upheld. Broad steps around In free assembly, as her guardian god

The pedestal ascended, that before Receives the Attic hero. All the way

Th' outstretch'd Titanian feet religious fear
He passes, curses on the tyrants heap'd

Accumulated off'rings might dispose,
He list'ning hears, from children for their sires, So to propitiate the tremendous god.
From wives for husbands, mothers for their sons, In single state before this image stood
The various victims of unlawful pow'r.

Nicomachus, the archon, to receive
Dishonour'd damsels, early robb’d of fame, His son triumphant with Cecropia's chief.
An orphan train, of heritage despoil'd,

They now had pass'd th' expanded gates, and slow Indignant husbands, of their wives depriv'd, Approach'd the shrine in military pomp Their joint upbraidings sound. “ By all the gods,” Along th' extensive aisle. The walls and dome Th’ Athenian bitterly sarcastic spake,

Replied to fifes and trumpets, to the clink « Black spirits, your fertility in vice

Of manacles and fetters, piercing sound, Deserves my wonder; in this narrow spot

Which told the wearer's guilt. Till now unmark'd, You are distinguish'd in the sight of Heav'n A fignire, grim and ghastly, from the crowd By multifarious crimes above the king,

Darts, and a poniard plunging in the breast Who hath all Asia for his ample range.

Of old Nicomachus, himself ascends Be not offended, my Gerästian friends;

The pedestal, and lifting his red steel
Ere I restore your franchise, I will try

On high, between the god's gigantic feet
If chains and dangeons can allay these flames Intrepid takes his station. Terrour dims
Of unexampled wickedness. Thou hear'st, Each gazing eye; th' illusive medium swells
Eudemus. Now, Gerästians, you are free. His size ; in fancy'd magnitude he tow'rs

Another son of Titan. As he stands

His dying limbs, nor groan'd. What thoughts Inteut to speak, Themistocles, alone

were thine, Of all tb'assembly master of himself,

Nicomachus ! To thee are open'd wide Cool gives a sign, when thus th' assassin speaks, Death's portals; cold thy blood begins to flow, In phrase barbaric, and a soften'd look:

Au injur'd son beside thee strives to doubt “ I am that Oxus, whoin suspicion marks That he, who gave him being, now descends A traitor to Cleora. Mistress dear,

To sure damnation for so black a crime; (At this a torrent gushes from his eyes)

But thou remov'st all doubt. Thy sister's ghost Thou knew'st me faithful. Listen, gracious lord, Before thee seems to glide, and point thy way Thion tend'rest consort of the tend'rest wife,

To Erebus; Briareus' hundred hands O Hyacinths! listen to my tale,

To brandish serpents, lashing from his fane 'Thon too wilt owu me faithful:-On the night, A sordid, grovelling parricide to Hell. Thy first of absence from Clcora's bed,

At length, amid confession of thy guilt, No more thy love to bless, assassins forc'd

The Furies snatch thee from the light of Heav'n Kind Glaucè's dwelling; me they bound; my To that eternal gloom. The fainting limbs voice

Of Hyacinthus forth Nicanor bears. They barr'd; the priestess and her blameless maids Religious dread beholds the shrine impure They strangled. Mounted on a rapid steed With homicide; nor knows, what man, what god One bore Cleora; two, robust and fell,

Must be consulted, or what rite perform'd Were my unresting guards. Through trackless To purge from deeds thus ominous the fane; woods

Till recollection prompts a sudden hope, Not far we journey'd; Demonax was near,

That wise, and great, and favour'd from above, Just march'd to waste Eretria's neighb'ring land. Themistocles may succour--He is gone. Conducting me to loneliest shades, my guides In double consternation all disperse. Remain’d awhile conferring. One, I knew, Night drops her curtain on the sleepless town. Was Dacus, Dacus whom thy sire preferr'd In trust to all his menials. Words like these He utter'd : « Thus Nicomachus enjoin'd; Transporting Oxus to obscurest wilds, Destroy, conceal him there. Access by night

BOOK XIV. To Demouax obtain; by earnest suit

Bright morning sheds no gladness on the face From him exact a promise to declare,

Of pale Carystus, who, in visions fram'd That Oxus brought bis danghter, then set free By superstitious fear, all night had seen Was sent rewarded to his Sacian home.

Briareus lift his hundred hands to crush Receive the gold proclaim'd; depart. Be sure His fane polluted, from the base to rend No other name than Oxus pass your lips.'

Each pillar'd mass, and horl the fragments huge
“ This said, they gor'd me with repeated wounds; | Against her tow'rs. Anon is terrour chang’d
I sunk before them; they believ'd me dead. To wonder, which consoles her. Through her gates,
Deep in a pit, o'ergrown with brambles thick, Amid the lustre of meridian day,
They left me. Woodmen, haply passing, heard lu slow procession, solemnly advance
My piercing groans; in pity, to a hut

A hundred youths in spotless tunics white,
They bore me; herbs medicinal, and time, Sustaining argent wands. A vig'rous band
Restord my strength.” His garment he unfolds, Of sacerdotal servitors succeed,
The crimson borrours of his num'rous scars Who draw by turns the silver graven shape
To show. “ Carystians, I my vital breath Of Dian lofty on a wheeling stage
Among the Saces op the Caspian drew.

Of artificial verdure. Virgins tall
A Genius dwells, a native in the lake,

A guard surround her, each in Aowing snow Who, in his function rising from the deep,

Of raiment, gather'd in a rosy knot Reveals foul murder. Purple are his wings, Above one knee. They tread in sandals white, His hue is jet, a diamond his eye,

O’erlac'd by roseate bands ; behind their necks His hair is inextinguishable flame.

Of lily's hue depend their quivers full; (bows, Whatever man, bis visitation warns,

Hands, which can string their tough and pond'rovs Neglects to right the dead, he haunts, he drives Eyes, darting beams severe, discover strength To horrid frenzy. On a whirlwind borne,

Unbroke by wedlock, hearts by love untam'd; To me in momentary flight he came,

Soft light the silver crescents on their beads
In terrours clad uncommon; o'er my couch Diffuse. Eudora follows in her car;
His clatt'ring pinions shook. His mandate high Across her shoulders bangs a quiver large;
I have obcy'd, the foulest murd'rer slain.

Full-fac'd, a crystal moon illumes her hair.
“ Now, mistress dear, sole object of my zeal, Penthesilea's Amazonian arm
Where'er thou art, if Aeeting on some cloud Had scarce the nerves to bend Eudora's bow.
A bright aerial spirit; if below

Her port, her aspect, fascinate the sight; Among the genii of the earth, or seas,

Before her, passing, tow'rs and temples seem Dost trace the caves, where shine carbuncles pure, To sink below her level; she becomes Or pluck the coral in cerulean grots,

The single object eminent; her neck, Thy faithful slave shall follow, still perform Her arms, the vestment shuts from view prophane; With his accustom'd vigilance thy will.”

Low as her feet descends the sacred stole. This said, he struck the poniard through bis Eight purple-harness'd steeds of milky hne, breast,

Her axle draw. Before her footstool sits The blows repeating till he pierc'd the heart, The vanquisher of Serxes; to the reins Then on the crimson'd pedestal reclin'd

Of argent lustre his obsequious band

“ Arise,

Themistocles applies. A hundred guards

Felt by the race of Pelops, and deserv'd ? In burnish'd steel, and plumes like ridges new Thus wouldst thou waken patience in a breast, Of winter's feeces, not unmartial rank'd

Which feels affliction, far surpassing theirs, Behind her wheels; the city's widest space Feels undeserv'd affliction? Whom, 0 Jove! They reach. To all the people, swarming round, By errour, lust, or malice have I wrong'd? In awful state the priestess thus began:

Cut short my blooin-torment me here no more. Impiety and parricide, which spilt

Let Rhadamanthus instantly decide, In Juno's sight her servant Glancè's blood,

If with Cleora I must taste of bliss, Your god, by double homicide profan’d,

Or with a father drink eternal woe. May well dismay Carystus. LO! I come,

Here for a murder'd wife my eyes to stream AMicted city, in thy day of woe

Shall never cease; and-execrable sire! Both to propitiate and conciliate Heav'n.

Not grief, but all which furies can excite, Learn first, no off'ring of a hundred bulls,

Rage, detestation, horrour, I must feel Not clouds of incense, nor exhausted stores For thee, my origin of life-what life! Of richest wine, can moderate bis wrath,

Yet, O thou spirit damn'd, the wretch thy son, Which visits children for the sire's offence,

The wretch, a father's cruelty hath made, And desolates whole nations for the crimes Perhaps might spare a tear-but Gilauce's ghost, Of kings and chiefs; unless by double zeal, Thy righteous, hallow'd sister's ghost, forbids By violence of virtue, man disarm

One drop of pity on thy pains to fallThe jealous thunderer. Happy is your lot; She shrieks aloud, ‘Curse, curse thy father's dust'." The capital offender still survives;

Themistocles now enter'd. At his look, On him inflicted vengeance by your hands, Which carry'd strange ascendancy, a spell Men of Carystus, will from Jove regain,

Controlling nature, was the youth abash'd; And multiply his blessings on yourselves,

As if his just sensations were a shame, Your sons, and daughters. Swear then, old and Or his complaints to reach that hero's ear young,

Were criminal. He falt'ring spake: “ Thon god Swear all before the fresh-polluted shrine; Of Hyacinthus! passion thou dost awe; Ere you remove the carnage from that fane, Thy presence humbles frenzy and despair." Unite your valour by a gen'ral oath,

No,-thy own manly fortitude alone That you will strengthen this Athenian's arm, Shall chase despair and frenzy from thy breast," Whom I from Dian, in the awful name

Serene Themistocles reply'd :
Of all the gods and goddesses, adjure

Thou new-created archon; private cares
To quell the monster Demonax, by Heav'n, To interfere with public, neither men
By Earth detested, parricide and sconrge

Nor gods allow, nor justice, nor the sense
Tyrannic o'er Eubea.” At these words

Of thy own wrongs. Young friend, the noble toil She fix'd an arrow in her mighty bow;

Of mind and body in this righteous cause Then rising, said; “ Against an impious head Will give thee rank with heroes. Thou assist, Incens'd Diana thus her war declares."

Nicanor; share the glory.” By the hand A cloud, low-lianging, instant by the force He led the passive youth. The people met Of springing wind a boreal course began

Their young, their honour'd magistrate in joy; Tow'rds Oreus; thither bent Eudora's eye. Eudora bless'd them; then in solemn zeal Swift from her sounding string through folds obscure The purifying rites perform’d, and left Of that thick vapour, as it fleets away,

Reviv'd Carystus. To her holy seat, The arrow imperceptibly descends

While on the way her goddess radiant shone, To earth. Fortuitous a sulph'rous spark

Themistocles attended; then by dawn Flash'd from the cloud. “A prodigy!” exclaim'd Back to Eretria swiftly press'd his march. Themistocles; “ the holy shaft is chang'd

Not Æolus, the king of winds, could still To Jove's own bolt, and points the forked flame Their gust, nor Neptune smooth his troubled waves, On Demonax.” “Swear, swear,” the people shout; Nor Jove the raging thunderbolt compose A gen'ral exhortation rends the cope

More, than divine Themistocles had tam'd Ethereal. Prompted by the subtle voice

Oppression, terrour, anguish, and despair.
Of her prevailing counsellor, again

This had Gerästus in her evil day,
Eudora solemn: “ You for once, my friends, The panic-aw'd Carystians this had pror'd,
Must supersede the strictness of your laws.

Not less than sad Eretria. Her he finds
Though Hyacinthus has not reach'd the date, Rejoicing, like some widow late forlorn,
Prescrib'd to those who wield the rule supreme, Who in the house of mourning with a train
Elect him archon. Gallant, injur'd youth, Of pining orphans destitute had sat;
Sage, pious, him Diana best approves,

But by a hand beneficent uprais’d,
Him her unerring counsels will inspire.

Ungirds the humble sackcloth from her loins, Me too, her priestess, in your need she lends; Nor longer sprinkles ashes on her head, I will promulge the sacred oath to all;

Amid reviving plenty. Such the change I from pollution will your town redeem."

Among the Eretrians, through the copious aid Unanimous consent is heard. Her car

Sicinus lent, within Chalcidic walls She leaves. Before Briareus, in her words, Still sedulous abiding. Ev'ry face Sons, fathers, youth, and age, enlist their spears. The gladd’ning touch of rosy-tinctur'd health

Meantime th’ Athenian to Nicanor's home Illumines. Now from ruins clear'd, the streets Resorts. He passes to the chamber sad,

By stable feet of passengers are trod ; Whence Hyacinthus utters these complaints: Th’impending season's turbulence to foil,

“ Dost thou, Nicanor, parallel with mine Works, under Cleon's and Tisander's eye The Edipean ours, or the pangs

Begun, the vig'rous ulace, inspir'd

Br their protector's presence, now pursue

For valour, skill, and stratagem renown'd, With industry to match the beaver breed

With all til unsparing elements bis guard?” Laborious and sagacious, who construct

Again the tyrant: “ Mindarus, confine By native art their mansions, to repel

Thy Asiatics, till the roses bud; Congealing air, and hoary drifts of snow

While 1, in howling storms, in damps, or frost In Winter's harsh domains. From day to day Will head my own Eubeans." “ Heav'n forbid !" The toil continued. Early on a morn

The wary Larnachus subjoins: “ My lord, A stranger came, in body all deform’d,

Repose no trust without thy foreign bands In look oblique, but keen; an eastern garb In these new subjects. Gods! th' alluring guile Enwrapp'd his limbs distorted; from his tongue Of that Athenian would dissolve thy ranks, Fell barb'rous accents. He addressid the chief To his own hostile banner would seduce In Grecian phrase, which falter'd on his tongue : Half thy battalions." Demonax again: “ I am a Tyrian trafficker in slaves;

“ Then policy with policy shall war. Returning home from Libya, have been forc'd Among th' Eretrians publish, from their hands By dang'rous winds to this Eubean coast

This virulent Athenian I require For shelter. Watching for a friendly gale, Bound and deliver'd to my will; their wives, I learn'd from fame, that, warrior, thou dost wield Their children else, late captives of my sword, A sword which prospers, and its captives duoms Shall from their state of servitude be dragg'd To servitude.” Themistocles commands

To bleed th' immediate victims of my wrath." The ser'n Gerestian tyrants from his ship,

Then Mindarus: “Should yreat Mardonius hear, Where at the bottom they had gnash'd their teeth That I such inhumanity permit, In chains uns!acken'd. To the merchant then: He would exert his full monarchal pow'r, “ Without a price these miscreants from our My guilty limbs condemning to a cross.” climes

In fury foaming, Demonax exclaims : Remove, the furthest hence will best repay " I am betray'd. Thee, Mindarus, the son The obligation For a master choose

Of that stern prince, who laid Eretria waste, The most ferocious savage on the wilds

Thee, Xerxes, future sov'reign of the world,
Of horrid Scythia, or the Caspian bound.” Appointed my supporter; in this isle
Secure conductors he appoints, 3 band

That I, a branch from his imperial root,
To chaiu them fast aboard. Each irksome step Might grow a splendid vassal of his throne.
They count in curses. O'er Eubea lost,

My cause, his service, now thy heart disowns, Not as their native region, but the seat

Perverse thy sword abandons. Of my friends Of pow'r and crimes triumphantly enjoy'd, Thou best requited, most ingrate! preferr’d They weep, still criminal in tears.

But soon, Once to have been my son, of treasures vast
When from the harbour distance had obscur'd The destin'd heir, my successor in sway,
The well-rou'd bark, the fetters from their limbs Dost thou desert me, and protect my foes?
The merchant orders, who, another tone,

But to Mardonius, to the mighty king,
Another mien assuming, thus began:

I will accuse thee. By th' infernal pow'rs, “ Geræstian lords, redemption you derive Themistocles bath gair'd thee; or thou fear'st From Demonax of Oreus. Me the first

To face that captain on the field of war." Among his council, Lamachus by naine,

His breast the Persian striking, thus in tears : He sent to practice on the wily chief

“ Dost thon recall thy parricide to wound Of Athens, wiles which undermine his own." My inmost bosom? though anothor held

They land at Dium, thence to Oreus march; My dear Cleora by the holiest ties,
Where Demonax admits them, as he sat

I would have struggled with despairing love; In secret council: “ Your disasters known

But sink o'erwhelm’d by horrour of that deed, Obtain d our instant succour. What intends Which, blasting such perfection, calls on Hear'n Themistocles?"' This answer is return'd.

For punishment unbounded. If thou fallist, “ Not less, great prince, Themistocles intends. It is the hand of Horomazes weighs Than thy destruction. Of Eretrian blood

To earth a body overcharg'd with guilt. All who survive, Geræstus, Styra join

Dost thou apbra d me, undeserving man, Against thy throne. Carystus from her walls Forgetting recent service? Who restor'd Will pour battalions, by Eudora fir'd.

Thy sceptre lost? What captain hath reduc'd The Amarynthian priestess hath declar'd

Orobia, Dium, half Eubea's towns, War in Diana's name. The lab'ring hind

But Mindarus? He these achievements past Will quit the furrow; shepherds from their flocks, Regrets, but while appointed by his prince Youths from their sport, the keeper from his herd Will urge his duty to accomplish new. Will run to arms at her commanding voice, Then comes a season for a warrior's toil, So prevalent the sound.” The tyrant turns Themistocles shall see my banner guide To Mindarus the Persian : “ Let us march Twelve thousand spears; shall see my early sword Swift to destroy the serpent in his egg."

To gen'ral battle, or to single fight, To him the Persian: “ Demonax forgets, Defy th' experience of his pow'rful arm.” That winter's rigour chills the soldier's blood. He said, and left the council. All withdrew Dost thou not hear the tempest, while it howls But Lamachus. The tiger, when escap'd, Around us ? Evin Mardonius active, bold,

Or fell hyena from an eager chase Now rests in covert of Thessalian roofs,

Of dogs and hunters, feels not more dismay, Nor fights with nature. Shall my gen’ral hear

Mix'd with a thirst insatiate of revenge, That I conduct the race of hottest climes

Than sbook the monster Demonax, who thus In freezing rain and whirlwinds to assail

To Lamachus: “ Insulted and control'd A strong-wall’d town, protected by a chief By an audacious stranger, do I rule

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