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SCENE III.
Demetrius, Cali, Leontius, Abdalla.Leontius.
Our Bark unseen has reach'd th' appointed Bay,
And where yon Trees wave o'er the foaming Surge
Reclines against the Shore: Our Grecian Troop
Extends its Lines along the sandy Beach,
Elate with Hope, and panting for a Foe.
Abdalla.
The fav'ring Winds assist the great Design,
Sport in our Sails, and murmur o'er the Deep.
Cali.
'Tis well—A single Blow compleats our Wishes:
Return with speed, Leontius, to your Charge;
The Greeks disorder'd by their Leader's Absence,
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Leontius.
Suspected still?—What Villain's pois'nous Tongue
Dares join Leontius' Name with Fear or Falshood?
Have I for this preserv'd my guiltless Bosom,
Pure as the Thoughts of infant Innocence?
Have I for this defy'd the Chiefs of Turkey,
Intrepid in the flaming Front of War?
Cali.
Hast thou not search'd my Soul's profoundest Thoughts?
Is not the Fate of Greece and Cali thine?
Leontius.
Why has thy Choice then pointed out Leontius,
Unfit to share this Night's illustrious Toils?
To wait remote from Action, and from Honour,
An idle List'ner to the distant Cries
Of slaughter'd Infidels, and Clash of Swords!
Tell me the Cause, that while thy Name, Demetrius,
Shall soar triumphant on the Wings of Glory,
Despis'd and curs'd, Leontius must descend
Through hissing Ages, a proverbial Coward,
The Tale of Women, and the Scorn of Fools?
Demetrius.
Can brave Leontius be the Slave of Glory?
Glory, the casual Gift of thoughtless Crouds!
Glory, the Bribe of avaricious Virtue!
Be but my Country free, be thine the Praise;
I ask no Witness, but attesting Conscience,
No Records, but the Records of the Sky.
Leontius.
Wilt thou then head the Troop upon the Shore,
While I destroy th' Oppressor of Mankind?
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What can'st thou boast superiour to Demetrius?
Ask to whose Sword the Greeks will trust their Cause,
My Name shall echo through the shouting Field;
Demand whose Force yon Turkish Heroes dread,
The shudd'ring Camp shall murmur out Demetrius.
Cali.
Must Greece, still wretched by her Children's Folly,
For ever mourn their Avarice or Factions?
Demetrius justly pleads a double Title,
The Lover's Int'rest aids the Patriot's claim.
Leontius.
My Pride shall ne'er protract my Country's Woes;
Succeed, my Friend, unenvied by Leontius.
Demetrius.
I feel new Spirit shoot along my Nerves,
My Soul expands to meet approaching Freedom.
Now hover o'er us with propitious Wings,
Ye sacred Shades of Patriots and of Martyrs;
All ye, whose blood tyrannick Rage effus'd,
Or Persecution drank, attend our Call;
And from the Mansions of perpetual Peace
Descend, to sweeten Labours once your own.
Cali.
Go then, and with united Eloquence
Confirm your Troops; and when the Moon's fair Beam
Plays on the quiv'ring Waves, to guide our Flight,
Return Demetrius, and be free for ever.
[Exeunt Dem. and Leon.
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