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PERSONS of THE DRAMA.

M E. N. MAHQM ET, Emperor of the Turks, Mr. BARRY. CA LI BASSA, First Visier, Mr. BERRY. MUSTAPHA, A Turkish Aga, Mr. Sow DEN. ABDALLA, An Officer, Mr. HAvARD.

HASAN, R

Turkish Captains, CARAZA, 5

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Mr. BURTON.

DEMETRIUS), |Mr. GARRICK.

Greek Noblemen,

LEONTIUS, $ & Mr. Blakes.

MURZA, An Eunuch, - Mr. KING.
W O M E. N.

ASPASIA,

'Greek Ladies. IRENE, $

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Mrs. PRITCHARD.

ATTEN DANTs on IRENE.

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A C T I.
SCENE I.
DEMETRIUS and LEONTIUs, in Turkish Habits.

LEONTIUS.
ND 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 suffrings in clandestine groans?

IDEMETRIUS.
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.

LEoNTIUs.
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,

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The last corruption of degenerate man!
Urg'd by th’ imperious soldier's fierce command,
The groaning Greeks break up their golden caverns
Pregnant with stores that India's mines might envy,
Th’ accumulated wealth of toiling ages. -

DEM ETRIUS. 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 publick safety.

LEONTIUS. 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 Pow'r that kindly spreads The clouds, a signal of impending show’rs To warn the wand'ring linnet to the shade, Beheld without concern expiring Greece, And not one prodigy foretold our fate. DEMETRIUS. A thousand horrid prodigies foretold it. A feeble government, eluded laws, A factious populace, luxurious nobles, And all the maladies of sinking states. When publick Villany, too strong for justice, Shows his bold front, the harbinger of ruin, C /8-il

Can brave Leontius call for airy wonders,
Which cheats interpret, and which fools regard 2
When some neglected fabrick nods beneath
The weight of years, and totters to the tempest,
Must Heav'n dispatch the messengers of light,
Or wake the dead; to warn us of its fall P

- LEON TIUS,
Well might the weakness of our empire sink
Before such foes of more than human force ;
Some Pow'r invisible, from Heav'n or Hell,
Conducts their armies, and asserts their cause.

- PEMETRIUS. And yet, my friend, what miracles were wrought Beyond the pow'r of constancy and courage Did unresisted light'ning aid their cannon, Did roaring whirlwinds sweep us from the ramparts; 'Twas vice that shook our nerves, ’twas vice, Leontius, That froze our veins, and wither'd all our pow'rs.

LEON TI U. S.
Whate'er our crimes, our woes demand compassion,
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 pray’r; and wander through the streets,
Where commerce lavish’d uncxhausted plenty,
And jollity maintain'd eternal revels.-

IDE, METRIUS.
—How chang'd, alas!—Now ghastly Desolation
In triumph sits upon our shatter'd spires;

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Now superstition, ignorance, and errour,
Usurp our temples, and profane our altars.

LEON TIUS.

From ev’ry palace bursts 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 Heav'n, and pierc'd my bleeding breast,
I felt thy pains, and trembled for Aspasia.

B EMETRIUS.

Aspasia spare that lov'd, that mournful name:
Dear hapless maid—tempestuous grief o'erbears
My reasoning pow'rs—Dear, hapless, lost Aspasia

LEON TIUS, . Suspend the thought.

DEMETRIUs.

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!

LEON TIUS.

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.

IDE, M E

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