IRENE.

ACT I. SCENE I.

DEMETRIUS and LEONTIUS in Turkish Habits.

Leontius.

AND is it thus Demetrius meets his friend,
Hid in the mean disguise of Turkish robes,
With servile secrecy to lurk in shades
And vent our suff'rings in clandestine groans

?

Dem. Till breathless fury rested from destruction These groans were fatal, these disguises vain : But now our Turkish conquerors have quench'd Their rage, and pall'd their appetite of murder; No more the glutted sabre thirsts for blood, And weary cruelty remits her tortures,

Leo. Yet Greece enjoys no gleam of transient hope, No soothing interval of peaceful sorrow;

The lust of gold succeeds the rage of

conquest, The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! The last corruption of degenerate man!

Urg'd by th' imperious soldier's fierce command,.

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The groaning Greeks break up their golden caverns Pregnant with stores, that India's mines might envy Th' accumulated wealth of toiling ages.

Dem. That wealth, too sacred for their country's

use!

That wealth, too pleasing to be lost for freedom!
That wealth, which granted to their weeping prince,
Had rang'd embattled nations at our gates :
But thus reserv'd to lure the wolves of Turkey,
Adds shame to grief, and infamy to ruin.
Lamenting av'rice now too late discovers
Her own neglected, in the public safety.

Leo. Reproach not misery.-The sons of Greece,
Ill-fated race! so oft besieg'd in vain,
With false security beheld invasion.

Why should they fear?-That Power that kindly spreads

The clouds, a signal of impending showers,
To warn the wand'ring linnet to the shade,
Beheld, without concern, expiring Greece,
And not one prodigy foretold our fate.

Dem. A thousand horrid prodigies foretold it.
A feeble government, eluded laws,

A factious populace, luxurious nobles,
And all the maladies of sinking states.
When public villany, too strong for justice,
Shows his bold front, the harbinger of ruin,
Can brave Leontius call for airy wonders,
Which cheats interpret, and which fools regard!
When some neglected fabric nods beneath

The weight of years, and totter to the tempest,
Must Heaven dispatch the messengers of light,
Or wake the dead to warn us of its fall?

Leo. Well might the weakness of our empire sink
Before such foes of more than human force;
Some power invisible, from heaven or hell,
Conducts their armies and asserts their cause.

Dem. And yet, my friend, what miracles were wrought,

Beyond the power of constancy and courage
Did unresisted lightning aid their cannon?

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Did roaring whirlwinds sweep us from the ramparts ? "T was vice that shook our nerves, 't was vice,

Leontius,

That froze our veins, and wither'd all our powers. Leo. Whate'er our crimes, our woes demand com

passion.

Each night protected by the friendly darkness,
Quitting my close retreat, I range the city,
And weeping, kiss the venerable ruins :

With silent pangs I view the tow'ring domes,
Sacred to prayer, and wander through the streets;
Where commerce lavish'd unexhausted plenty,
And jollity maintain'd eternal revels.-

Dem. How chang'd, alas !—Now ghastly desolation In triumph sits upon our shatter'd spires, Now superstition, ignorance and error, Usurp our temples, and profane our altars.

Leo. From ev'ry palace burst a mingled clamour, The dreadful dissonance of barb'rous triumph,

Shrieks of affright, and wailings of distress.
Oft when the cries of violated beauty

Arose to heaven, and pierc'd my bleeding breast, I felt thy pains, and trembled for Aspasia.

Dem. Aspasia! spare that lov'd, that mournful

name:

Dear hapless maid-tempestuous grief o'erbears My reasoning powers-Dear, hapless, lost Aspasia! Leo. Suspend the thought.

Dem. All thought on her is madness:

Yet let me think-I see the helpless maid,
Behold the monsters gaze with savage rapture,
Behold how lust and rapine struggle round her.

Leo. Awake, Demetrius, from this dismal dream, Sink not beneath imaginary sorrows:

Call to your aid your courage, and your wisdom;
Think on the sudden change of human scenes;
Think on the various accidents of war;
Think on the mighty power of awful virtue;
Think on that Providence that guards the good.
Dem. O, Providence! extend thy care to me,
For courage droops, unequal to the combat,
And weak philosophy denies her succours.
Sure some kind sabre in the heat of battle,
Ere yet the foe found leisure to be cruel,
Dismiss'd her to the sky.

Leon. Some virgin martyr,

Perhaps, enamour'd of resembling virtue,
With gentle hand restrain'd the streams of life,

And snatch'd her timely from her country's fate.

Dem. From those bright regions of eternal day,
Where now thou shin'st among thy fellow-saints.
Array'd in purer light, look down on me :

In pleasing visions, and assuasive dreams,
O! sooth my soul, and teach me how to lose thee.
Leo. Enough of unavailing tears, Demetrius;
I came obedient to thy friendly summons,

And hop'd to share thy counsels, not thy sorrows;
While thus we mourn the fortune of Aspasia,
To what are we reserv'd?

Dem. To what I know not:

But hope, yet hope, to happiness and honour;
If happiness can be without Aspasia.

Leo. But whence this new-sprung hope?

Dem. From Cali Bassa:

The chief, whose wisdom guides the Turkish counsels, He, tir'd of slavery, though the highest slave, Projects at once our freedom and his own;

And bids us thus disguis'd await him here.

Leo. Can he restore the state he could not save? In vain, when Turkey's troops assail'd our walls, His kind intelligence betray'd their measures; Their arms prevail'd, though Cali was our friend. Dem. When the tenth sun had set upon our sorrows, At midnight's private hour a voice unknown Sounds in my sleeping ear, Awake, Demetrius, Awake, and follow me to better fortunes;' Surpriz'd I start, and bless the happy dream; Then rousing know the fiery chief Abdallah, Whose quick impatience seiz'd my doubtful hand,