Ex. CCXXXIV.-S CENE FROM ION. ION, TIMOCLES, AGENOR, MEDON. TALFOURD. [ION nobly resolves to meet ADRASTUS, notwithstanding the king's decree forbidding entrance to his person.] Enter ION to TIMOCLES and AGENOR. Ion. I seek thee, good Timocles, to implore If I have ventured with unmannered zeal If I am weary of the flutterer life, Has the grave No terrors for thee? Hast thou sundered quite Those nice regards, dear habits, pensive memories, Is hope quenched in thy bosom? Thou art free, Standest apart untempted;-do not lose The great occasion thou hast plucked from misery, But use it nobly! Tim. What, to strike? to slay? Ion. No!-not unless the audible voice of Heaven Call thee to that dire office; but to shed On ears abused by falsehood, truths of power To grace the noble fervor of an hour;— To thrill the world with echoes!-But I talk The duties of my youth; pray you forgive me. Agen. Welcome to the morn! The eastern gates unfold, the priest approaches; Medon. God of light and joy, Once more delight us with thy healing beams! Ion. Say'st thou in blood? Medon. Yes, Ion !—why, he sickens at the word, Yet holds his crimson revel, whence the roar Flaunting o'er shapes of anguish, made them ghastlier. He mocks and him, the wretchedest of all? Tim. And canst thou pity him? Dost thou discern, Amidst his impious darings, plea for him? Ion. Is he not childless, friendless, and a king? He's human; and some pulse of good must live Within his nature-have ye tried to wake it? Medon. Yes; I believe he felt our sufferings once; The reckless of his court to share its stores, Tim. And I Ion. O, sages, do not think my prayer Ion. Forgive me, if I seemed To doubt that thou wilt mourn me if I fall; But that high promptings, which could never rise Thus boldly for the mission. Medon. My brave boy! It shall be as thou wilt. I see thou art called Ion. Now. Medon. If thou wouldst have it so, thou shalt. Your prayers wait on my steps. The arm of Heaven [Excit.] [Exeunt.] Ex. CCXXXV.—SCENE FROM VIRGINIUS. LUCIUS, VIRGINIUS. KNOWLES. [Lucius comes to inform VIRGINIUS that his daughter is claimed as a slave by CLAUDIUS.] Enter LUCIUS to VIRGINIUS. Luc. 'Tis well you 're found, Virginius! Luc. You are wanted In Rome. Vir. On what account? Luc. On your arrival You'll learn. Vir. How! is it something can't be told At once? Speak out, boy! Ha! your looks are loaded Can not unburden them? Your brother left Luc. He is both safe and well. Vir. What then? What then? Tell me the matter, Lucius. Luc. I have said It shall be told you. Vir. Shall! I stay not for That shall, unless it be so close at hand It stop me not a moment-'Tis too long Virginius.-hear me then with patience. I am patient. Lic. Your Virginia [Going.] Vir. Stop, my Lucius! I am cold in every member of my frame! If 'tis prophetic, Lucius, of thy news, Give me such token as her tomb would, Lucius— I'll bear it better.-Silence. Luc. You are still Vir. I thank thee, Jupiter! I am still a father! Vir. What, is she sick? Luc. No. Vir. Neither dead nor sick! All well! No harm! Nothing amiss! Each guarded quarter safe, That fear may lay him down and sleep, and yet This sounding the alarm! I swear thou tell 'st A story strangely.-Out with 't! I have patience For any thing, since my Virginia lives, And lives in health! Luc. You are required in Rome, To answer a most novel suit. Vir. Whose suit? Luc. The suit of Claudius. Vir. Claudius! Luc. Him that 's client To Appius Claudius, the Decemvir. Vir. What! That pander! Ha! Virginia! you appear Beside lasciviousness! His suit! What suit ? Luc. He has claimed Virginia. Vir. Claimed her! Claimed her! On what pretence? Luc. He says she is the child Of a slave of his, who sold her to thy wife. Vir. Go on;-you see I'm calm. Luc. He seized her in The school, and dragged her to the Forum, where Appius was giving judgment. Vir. Dragged her to The Forum! Well?—I told you, Lucius, I would be patient. |