Shall I from known, from certain duty shrink With duty! Perish the false policy Of human wit, which would commute our safety Aras. Dan. Yet think a moment. No; Where evil may be done, 'tis right to ponder; Aras. Think of thy pow'r, thy favour with Darius; Think of thy life's importance to the tribes, Scarce yet return'd in safety. To serve the cause of God. Dan. Sustain his righteous cause. Fit instruments to serve him. Live, oh, live. God will himself He knows to raise Know, Araspes, He does not need our crimes to help his cause; A sinful act, from the prepost'rous plea That good may follow it. For me, my friend, The spacious earth holds not a bait to tempt me. What would it profit me, if I should gain Of fruitful Media, nay, the world's wide empire, Farewell, my friend, time presses. I have stol'n And strengthen thy young faith: let us fulfil And Daniel falls into the deep-laid toils Our prudence spread. Sor. That he should fall so soon, Astonishes e'en me. What! not a day? What! not a single moment to defer Phar. On the instant: Scarce is the deed accomplish'd. As he made For, as in bold defiance of the law, His windows were not clos'd. Our chosen bands, Whom we had plac'd to note him, straight rush'd in, And seiz'd him in the warmth of his blind zeal, Ere half his pray'r was finish'd. Young Araspes, With all the wild extravagance of grief, Prays, weeps, and threatens. Daniel silent stands, With patient resignation, and prepares To follow them. But see, the king approaches. Sor. How's this? deep sorrow sits upon his brow, And stern resentment fires his angry eye. Enter DARIUS. Dar. O deep-laid stratagem! O artful wile! Who slew the friend he lov'd! O Daniel, Daniel! Phar. Great Darius, Let not resentment blind thy royal eyes. In what am I to blame? Who could suspect Who could foresee that Daniel would perforce Dar. Thou, thou foresaw'st it: Thou knew'st his righteous soul would ne'er endure So long an interval of pray'r. But I, Deluded king! 'twas I should have foreseen His steadfast piety. I should have thought Your earnest warmth had some more secret source, Something that touch'd you nearer than your love, Your well-feign'd zeal for me - I should have known When selfish politicians, hackney'd long In fraud and artifice, affect a glow Of patriot fervour, or fond loyalty, - Which scorns all show of interest, that's the moment He had been safe. Thou could'st not bear his bright ness; The lustre of his virtues quite obscur❜d, And dimm'd thy fainter merit. Go, and devise some means to Rash old man ! set me free From this dread load of guilt. Go, set at work Thy plotting genius to redeem the life Of venerable Daniel. Phar. 'Tis too late. He has offended 'gainst the new decree; Has dar'd to make petition to his God, Dar. Impiety! presumption! monstrous law! |