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Selected from the rest, let one depart
may ward off the blow. My friends, farewell: That officer will guide your steps.
[All follow Philotas, except Procion. Phoc. Satisfy my doubts; how fares Euphrasia? Mcl. Euphrasia lives, and fills the anxious mo
ments With every virtue. Wherefore venture thither? Why with rash valour penetrate our gates?
Phoc. Could I refrain? Oh! could I tamely wait Th' event of ling’ring war? With patience count The lazy-pacing hours, while here in Syracuse The tyrant keeps all that my heart holds dear? For her dear sake all langer sinks before me; For her I burst the barriers of the gate, Where the deep cavern'd rock affords a passage: A hundred chosen Greeks pursu'd iny steps. We forc'd an entrance; the devoted guard Fell victims to our rage; but in that moment Down from the walls superior numbers came. The tyrant led them on. We rush'd upon him, If we could reach his heart, to end the war. But Heav'n thought otherwise. Melanthon, say, I fear to ask it, lives Evander still ?
Mel. Alas, he lives imprison'd in the rock. Thou must withdraw thee hence; regain once more Timoleon's camp;
alarm his slumb'ring rage; Assail the walls; thou with thy phalanx seek The subterraneous path; that way at night The Greeks may enter, and let in destruction On the astonish'd foe.
Phoc. By Heav'n I will!
Phoc. Oh! lead me to her; that exalted virtue
A Temple, with a Monument in the Middle.
Enter EUPHRASIA, ERIxene, and other Female
Erix. Forbear, Euphrasia, to reriew your sorrows.
here Pay this sad visit to the honour'd clay
That moulders in the tomb. These sacred viands
into the Tomb. Erix. Look down, propitious powrs! behold that
Erir. Now, ye just gods, if vengeance you prepare, Now find the guilty head.
Enter EUPHRASIA from the Tomb.
Phil. He flies the altar; leaves th' unfinish'd rites.
Eup. Despair and horror mark his haggard looks.
Phil. Alas! I fear to yield:—awhile I’ll leave thee, And at the temple's entrance wait my coming. [Exit. Eup. Now, then, Euphrasia, now thou mayst indulge The purest ecstasy of soul. Come forth, Thou man of woe, thou man of every virtue.
Enter Evander, from the Monument.
Eva. And does the grave thus cast me up again, With a fond father’s love to view thee 3 . Thus To mingle rapture in a daughter's arms?
Eup. How fares my father now
Eva. Thy aid, Euphrasia,
Eup. Sprung from Evander, if a little portion
Eva. Joy and wonder rise -
Eup. Alas! too much you over-rate your daughter;
Eva. My foes but did To this old frame what Nature's hand must do. In the worst hour of pain, a voice still whisper'd me, “Rouse thee, Evander; self-acquitting conscience
“ Declares thee blameless, and the gods behold thee."
Eup. Timoleon too
Eva. And does he still Urge on the siege ?
Eup. His active genius comes To scourge a guilty race. The Punic fleet, Half lost, is swallow'd by the roaring sea. The shatter'd refuse seek the Lybian shore, To bear the news of their defeat to Carthage. Eva. These are thy wonders, Heav'n! Abroad thy
spirit Moves o'er the deep, and mighty fleets are vanish'd.
Eup. Hal-Hark!—what noise is that?
Eva. Virtue such as thine,
Phil. Oh ! forgive
Eva. But ere he pays