IREN E; A TRAGEDY. ACT I SCENE I. DEMETRIUS and LEONTIUS in Turkish Habits. A LEONTIUS. ND is it thus Demetrius meets his friend, Hid in the mean disguise of Turkish robes, With fervile fecrecy to lurk in fhades, And vent our fuff'rings in clandeftine groans? DEMETRIUS. Till breathlefs fury refted from destruction LEONTIU S. Yet Greece enjoys no gleam of tranfient hope, The The laft corruption of degenerate man! Urg'd by th' imperious foldier's fierce command, The groaning Greeks break up their golden caverns Pregnant with ftores, that India's mines might envy Th' accumulated wealth of toiling ages. DEMETRIUS. That wealth, too facred for their country's ufe! LEONTIUS. Reproach not mifery.-The fons of Greece, Why should they fear?-That power that kindly spreads The clouds, a fignal of impending fhow'rs, DEMETRIUS. A thousand horrid prodigies foretold it. Can Can brave Leontius call for airy wonders, Which cheats interpret, and which fools regard? LEONTIUS. Well might the weakness of our empire fink DEMETRIUS. And yet, my friend, what miracles were wrought Did roaring whirlwinds fweep us from the ramparts ? 'Twas vice that shook our nerves, 'twas vice, Leontius, That froze our veins, and wither'd all our powers. LEONTIU S. Whate'er our crimes, our woes demand compaffion. Each night, protected by the friendly darkness, Quitting my close retreat, I range the city, And weeping, kifs the venerable ruins : DEMETRIUS. -How chang'd, alas!-Now ghaftly defolation In triumph fits upon our fhatter'd fpires; Now fuperftition, ignorance, and error, LEONTIUS. From ev'ry palace burst a mingled clamour, Arose to heav'n, and pierc'd my bleeding breast, DEMETRIUS. Afpafia! fpare that lov'd, that mournful name: Dear hapless maid-tempeftuous grief o'erbears My reasoning pow'rs-Dear, hapless, loft Afpafia! LEONTIUS. Sufpend the thought. DEMETRIUS. All thought on her is madness: Yet let me think-I fee the helpless maid, LEONTIU S. Awake, Demetrius, from this difmal dream, wisdom; Call to your aid your courage, and your Think on the mighty pow'r of awful virtue; DEMETRIUS. DEMETRIU S. O Providence! extend thy care to me, LEONTIUS. Some virgin-martyr, Perhaps, enamour'd of refembling virtue, DEMETRIUS. From those bright regions of eternal day, O! foothe my foul, and teach me how to lose thee. LEONTIU S. Enough of unavailing tears, Demetrius ; DEMETRIUS. To what I know not: But hope, yet hope, to happiness and honour; |