[The soldiers advance and surround the people; they seize PHOCION. ION rushes from the back of the stage, and throws himself between ADRASTUS and PHOCION. Pho. [To ADRASTUS.] Yet I defy thee. Ion. [To PHOCION.] Friend! for sake of all, Enrage him not,-wait while I speak a word[To ADRASTUS.] My sovereign, I implore thee, do not stain This sacred place with blood; in Heaven's great name I do conjure thee-and in hers, whose shade Is mourning for thee now! Adras. Ion. Nay, yet an instant !-let my speech have power Long fever'd and sophisticate, the gods May give thee space for penitential thoughts; Wilt thou lie stiff and weltering in thy blood- Adras [Exeunt ADRASTUS, ČRYTHES and Soldiers. Ion. (who stands apart leaning on a pedestal). 'Tis seal'd! Me. Let us withdraw, and strive By sacrifice to pacify the gods! (MEDON, AGENOR, and Councillors, retire: they leave CTESIPHON, PHOCION, and ION. IoN still stands apart, as rapt in meditation. Ctes. 'Tis well: the measure of his guilt is fill’d. Where shall we meet at sunset? Pho In the grove, Which with its matted shade imbrowns the vale, Ctes. Thither Will I bring friends to meet thee. Shall we speak To yon rapt youth? Pho. At sunset we will meet.-With arms? Ctes. [Pointing to IoN. His nature is too gentle. A knife At sunset! One sacrificial knife will serve. Pho. [Exeunt CTESIPHON and PHOCION severally. ION comes forward. Ion. Owretched King, thy words have seal'd thy doom! Why should I shiver at it, when no way, Save this, remains to break the ponderous cloud [Exrt. ACT III. SCENE I-A Terrace of the Temple. CLEMANTHE, ION. Cle. Nay I must chide this sorrow from thy brow, Or 'twill rebuke my happiness;-I know Too well the miseries that hem us round; And yet the inward sunshine of my soul, Unclouded by their melancholy shadows, Bathes in its deep tranquillity one imageOne only image, which no outward storm Can ever ruffle. Let me wean thee, then, From this vain pondering o'er the general woe, Which makes my joy look guilty. Ion. No, my fair one, The gloom that wrongs thy love is unredeemed By generous sense of others' woe: too sure It rises from dark presages within, And will not from me. Cle. While a heart beats in Argos?—hast thou not The sweetest peace? and can thy generous nature, Remain itself unbless'd! Ion. in myriad shapes fantastic; dismal vaults In black succession open, till the gloom Afar is broken by a streak of fire That shapes my name-the fearful wind that moans Before the storm articulates its sound; And as I pass'd but now the solemn range Of Argive monarchs, that in sculptured mockery As conscious marble; while their ponderuos lips- And, as I live to tell thee, murmur'd "Hail! Cle. These are fancies, Which thy soul, late expanded with great purpose, Shapes, as it quivers to its natural circle In which its joys should lurk, as in the bud The cells of fragrance cluster. Bid them from thee, And strive to be thyself. Ion. I will do so! I'll gaze upon thy loveliness, and drink Its quiet in;-how beautiful thou art!— My pulse throbs now as it was wont;Which owns so fair a glass to mirror it, Cannot show darkly. -a being, Cle. Ion. It must! it must! Cle. Yes; for no empty talk of public wrongs Assails him now; keen hatred and revenge Are roused to crush him. Ion. Not by such base agents May the august lustration be achieved: He who shall cleanse his country from the guilt For which Heaven smites her, should be pure of soul, Guileless as infancy, and undisturb'd By personal anger as thy father is, When, with unswerving hand and piteous eye, Cle. 'Tis thyself Whom thy strange language pictures-Ion ! thou- Cle. No;-save from the wild picture that thy fancy- Ion. So do I! And yet I almost wish I shudder'd more, For the dire thought has grown familiar with me— Could I escape it? Cle. Twill away in sleep. Ion. No, no! I dare not sleep-for well I know That then the knife will gleam, the blood will gush, The form will stiffen!--I will walk awhile In the sweet evening light, and try to chase Cle. Let me Go with thee. O, how often hand in hand Than playmates ;-surely we are not grown stranger Ion. Cle. [Exit ION. Farewell then! How fearful disproportion shows in one |