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Arcas. Take your last farewell.
--These ling'ring pangs-
Eva. Despatch me, pitying gods, and save my child; I burn, I burn; alas! no place of rest :
[Rises and comes out. A little air; once more a breath of air ; Alas! I faint; I die.
Eup. Heart-piercing sight! Let me support you, sir.
Eva. Oh! lend your arm. Whoe'er thou art, I thank thee: that kind breeze Comes gently o'er my senses -lead me forward : And is there left one charitable hand To reach its succour to a wretch like me? Eup. Well may'st thou ask it. Oh! my breaking
heart ! The hand of death is on him.
Eva. Still a little, A little onward to the air conduct me; 'Tis well;-I thank thee; thou art kind and good, And much I wonder at this gen'rous pity.
Eup. Dost thou not know me, sir ?
Eva. Methinks I know
Eup. Not your own Euphrasia ?
Eva. My daughter, my Euphrasia! come to close
[Falls on the Couch.
I die content-Art thou indeed my daughter ?
pray you do not weep-thou art my child:
Eup. Alas, he faints! the gushing tide of transport
Era. All, my Euphrasia, all will soon be well.
Eup. I will, my father.
Eup. Fled from the tyrant's pow'r.
Eva. And left thee here
Eup. He is all truth and honour:
Eva. My young Evander!
Eup. Inhuman wretches !
Eup. His eyes are fix'd!
ask. Eva. [As he is carried off.] O Death! where art
thou ? Death, thou dread of guilt, Thou wish of innocence, affliction's friend, Tir'd nature calls thee; come, in mercy come, And lay me pillow'd in eternal rest. My child-where art thou? give me; reach thy hand. Why dost thou weep ?--My eyes are dry-Alas! Quite parch'd, my lips-quite parch’d; they cleave together.
[Exeunt. Enter ARCAS. Arcas. The grey of morn breaks thro' yon eastern
clouds. 'Twere time this interview should end: the hour Now warns Euphrasia hence: what man could dare, I have indulg'd-Philotas!-ha! the cell Left void !_Evander gone!-What may this mean? Philotas, speak.
Arcas. She must withdraw, Philotas;
Phil. Arcas, yes;
Arcas. Ha !-Say what mystery
Phil. Wonder-working virtue !
Arcas. That device
Phil. On the bare earth
A silent tear steals down; the tear of virtue,
Arcas. The tale unmans my soul.
Phil. Ye tyrants hear it,
Arcas. Philotas, for Euphrasia, in her cause
Phil. Oh! her lovely daring
go forth, And first explore each avenue around, Lest the fix'd centinel obstruct your purpose.
[Èxit ARCAS. Phil. I thank thee, Arcas; we will act like men Who feel for others' woes -She leads him forth, And tremblingly supports his drooping age.
[Goes to assist him. Enter EUPHRASIA and EVANDER. Eva. Euphrasia, oh! my child ! returning life Glows here about my heart. Conduct me forward: At the last gasp preserv'd! Ha ! dawning light! Let me behold; in faith I see thee now; I do indeed : the father sees his child. Eup. I have reliev'd him-Oh! the joy's too
great ; 'Tis speechless rapture!
Eva. Blessings, blessings on thee!
Eup. My father still shall live. Alas! Philotas, Could I abandon that white hoary head, That venerable form? -Abandon him To perish here in misery and famine?
Phil. Thy tears, thou miracle of goodness!