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Euph. The glorious tumult lifts my tow'ring Mel. Ha! the fell tyrant comes-Beguile his soul.

rage, Once more, Melanthon, once again, my father And o'er your sorrows cast a dawn of gladness. Shall mount Sicilia's throne. Mel. Alas! that hour

Enter DIONYSIUS, CALIPPUS, OFFICERS, &c. Would come with joy to every honest heart; Dion. The vain presumptuous Greek! his But no such hour in all the round of time,

hopes of conquest,. I fear, the fates averse will e'er lead on.

Like a gay dream, are vanish'd into air. Euph. And still, Melanthon, still does pale Proudly elate, and flush'd with easy triumph despair

O’er vulgar warriors, to the gates of Syracuse
Depress thy spirit? Lo! Timoleon comes, He urg'd the war, till Dionysius' arm
Arm'd with the power of Greece; the brave, Let slaughter loose, and taught his dastard

God-like Timoleon! ardent to redress, To seek their safety by inglorious flight.
He guides the war, and gains upon his prey. Euph. O Dionysius, if distracting fears
A little interval shall set the victor

Alarm this throbbing bosom, you will pardon Within our gates triumphant.

A frail and tender sex. Till the fury Mel. Still my fears

Of war subside, the wild, the horrid, interval Forebode for thee. Would thou hadst left in safety let me sooth to dear delight this place,

In a lov'd father's presence: from his sight, When hence your husband, the brave Phocion, For three long days, with specious feign'd exFled with your infant son!

[filed, Euph. In duty fix'd,

Your guards debarr'd me. Oh! while yet he Here I remain'd, while my brave gen'rous

lives, Phocion

(arms Indulge a daughter's love ; worn out with age, Fled with my child, and from his mother's Soon must he seal his eyes in endless night, Bore my sweet little one. Full well thou And with his converse charm my ears no more. know'st

Dion. Afflicted fair, The pangs I suffer'd in that trying moment. Thy couch invites thee. When the tumult's Did I not weep? Did I not rave and shriek,

o'er, And by the roots tear my dishevell’d hair? Thou'lt see Evander with redoubled joy. Did I not follow to the sea-beat shore, Though now unequal to the cares of empire Resolv'd, with him and with my blooming boy, His age sequester him, yet honours high To trust the winds and waves ?

Shall gild the ev'ning of his various day.Mel. The pious act, whate'er the fates intend, Perdiccas, ere the morn's revolving light Shall merit heart-felt praise.

Unveil the face of things, do thou despatch Euph. Yes, Phocion, go,

A well-oar'd galley to Hamilcar's fleet;
Go with my child, torn from this matron breast, At the north point of yonder promontory
This breast that still should yield its nurturé Let some selected officer instruct him
to him,

To moor his ships, and issue on the land.
Fly with my infant to some happier shore. Then may Timoleon tremble: vengeance then
If he be safe, Euphrasia dies content. Shall overwhelm his camp, pursue his bands
Till that sad close of all, the task be mine With fatal havoc to the ocean's margin,
To tend a father with delighted care,

And cast their limbs to glut the vulture's famine, To smooth the pillow of declining age, In mangled heaps upon the naked shore. See him sink gradual into mere decay,

(Exit. On the last verge of life watch every look, Euph. What do I hear? Melanthon, can it Explore each fond unutterable wish,

If Carthage comes, if her perfidious sons (be? Catch his last breath, and close his eyes in List in his cause, the dawn of freedom's gone. peace.

Mel. Woe, bitt'rest woe, impends; thou Mel. I would not add to thy afflictions; yet

would'st not think My heart misgives; Evander's fatal period Euph. How ?-Speak! unfold. Euph. Still is far off: the gods have sent Mel. My tongue denies its office. relief,

Euph. How is my father? Say, MelanthonAnd once again I shall behold him king. Mél. He, Mel. Alas I those glittring hopes but lend a I fear to shock thee with the tale of horror ! ray

Perhaps he dies this moment.

Since Timoleon To gild the clouds, that hover o'er your head, First form’d his lines round this beleaguer'd Soon to rain sorrow down, and plunge you

city, deeper

No nutriment has touch'd Evander's lips. In black despair.

In the deep caverns of the rock imprison'd, Euph. The spirit-stirring virtue,

He pines in bitterest want. That glows within me, ne'er shall know Euph. Well, my heart, despair.

Well, do your vital drops forget to flow?
No, I will trust the gods. Desponding man ! Mel. Despair, alas! is all the sad resource
Hast thou not heard with what resistless Our fate allows us now.

Euph. Yet why despair?
Timoleon drives the tumult of the war? Is that the tribute to a father due?
Hast thou not heard him thund'ring at our Blood is his due.
gates ?

Melanthon, come; my wrongs will lend me The tyrant's pent up in his last retreat;

force; Anon thou'lt see his battlements in dust, The weakness of my sex is gone; this arm His walls, his ramparts, and his towers, in Feels tenfold strength; this arm shall do a deed Destruction pouring in on ev'ry side, [ruin; For heaven and earth, for men and gods, to Pride and oppression at their utmost need,

wonder at! And nought to save him in his hopeless hour. This arm shall vindicate a father's cause. [Flourish of Trumpets.

(Eseunt. ACT II.

Re-enter PhilotAS, with EUPHRASIA. SCENE 1.-A wild romantic scene amidst over Euphrasia ! hanging Rocks; a Cavern on one side.

Why, princess, thus anticipate the dawn?

Still sleep and silence wrap the weary world; Enter Arcas, with a Spear in his hand.

The stars in mid career usurp the pole; Arc. The gloom of night sits heavy on the The Grecian bauds, the winds, the waves, are

hush'd; And o'er the solemn scene such stillness reigns, Rest in oblivious

slumber from their cares,

All things are mute around us; all but you As 'twere a pause of nature; on the beach. No murm'ring billow breaks; the Grecian

Euph. Yes, all; all rest: the very murd'rer tents

sleeps; Lie sunk in sleep; no gleaming fires are seen;

Guilt is at rest; I only wake to misery. All Syracuse is hush'd: no stir abroad,

Phil. How didst thou gain the summit of the

rock? Save ever and anon the dashing oar, That beats the sullen wave. And, hark !-.

Euph. Give me my father; here you hold Was that

him fetter'd; The groan of anguish from Evander's cell,

Oh! give him to me;—if ever [breast, Piercing the midnight gloom 2- It is the sound The touch of nature throbb’d within your Of bustling prows, that cleave the briny deep. I know he pines in want; let me convey

Admit me to Evander; in these caves
Perhaps at this dead hour Hamilcar's feet
Rides in the bay.

Some charitable succour to a father.

Phil. Alas! Euphrasia, would I dare comEnter Philotas, from the Cavern.


Euph. It will be virtue in thee. Thou, like Phil. What, ho! brave Arcas ! ho!


[parentArc. Why thus desert thy couch?

Wert born in Greece:-Oh! by our common Phil. Methought the sound

Nay, stay; thou shalt not fly; Philotas, stay; Of distant uproar chas'd affrighted sleep. You have a father too; think, were his lot

Arc. At intervals the oar's resounding stroke Hard as Evander's; if, by felon hands (pangs Comes echoing from the main. Save that re- Chain'd to the earth, with slow consuming port,

He felt sharp want, and with an asking eye A death-like silence through the wide expanse Implor'd relief, yet cruel men deny'd it, Broods o'er the dreary coast.

Would'st thou not burst through adamantine Phil. Do thou retire,


[Philotas, And seek repose; the duty of thy watch Through walls and rocks, to save him? Think, Is now perform’d; I take thy post.

Of thy own aged sire, and pity mine. Are. How fares

Think of the agonies a daughter feels, Your royal pris'ner?

When thus a parent wants the common food, Phil. Årcas, shall I own

The bounteous hand of nature meant for all." A secret weakness? My heart inward melts Phil. "Twere best withdraw thee, princess; To see that suffering virtue. On the earth,

thy assistance The cold, damp earth, the royal victim lies; Evander wants not; it is fruitless all; And, while pale famine drinks his vital spirit, Thy tears, thy wild entreaties, are in vain, He welcomes death, and smiles himself to rest. Euph. Ha!--thou hast murder'd him; he is Oh! would I could relieve him! Thou with

no more; draw;

I understand thee;-butchers, you have shed Thy wearied nature claims repose; and now The precious drops of life; yet, e'en in death, The watch is mine.

Let me behold him; let a daughter close Arc. May no alarm disturb thee. [Exit. With duteous hand a father's beamless eyes;

Phil. Some dread event is lab'ring into birth. Print her last kisses on his honour'd hand, At close of day the sullen sky held

forth And lay him decent in the shroud of death. Unerring signals. With disastrous glare Phil. Alas! this frantic grief can nought The moon's full orb rose crimson'd o'er with

avail. blood;

Retire, and seek the couch of balmy sleep, And, lo! athwart the gloom a falling star In this dead hour, this season of repose. Trails a long tract of fire !-What daring step Euph. And dost thou then, inhuman that Sounds on the flinty rock ? Stand there;


thou art, ho!

Advise a wretch' like me to know repose ? Speak, ere thou dar'st advance. Unfold thy This is my last abode : these caves, these rocks, Who and what art thou?

(purpose: Shall ring for ever with Euphrasia's wrongs; Euph. (Behind the scenes.] Thou need'st not AU Sicily shall hear me ; yonder deep It is a friend approaches.

(fear, Shall echo back an injur'd daughter's cause; Phil. Ha! what mean

Here will I dwell, and rave, and shriek, and Those plaintive notes?

give Euph. Here is no ambush'd Greek,

These scatter'd locks to all the passing winds; No warrior to surprise thee on the watch. Call on Evander lost; and, pouring curses, An humble suppliant comes. — Alas, my And cruel gods and cruel stars invoking, strength

Stand on the cliff in madness and despair. Exhausted quite forsakes this weary frame. Phil. Yet calm this violence; reflect, EuPhil. What voice thus piercing through the phrasia, gleam of night

With what severe enforcement Dionysius What art thou? what thy errand ? quickly say Exacts obedience to his dread command. What wretch, with whai intent, at this dread If here thou’rt foundhour.

Euph. Here is Euphrasia's mansion. [Falls. Wherefore alarm’st thou thus our peaceful Her fix'd

eternal home ;-inhuman savages, watch?

[Exit. Here stretch me with a father's murder'd corse.


Phil. By heaven,

Euph. Hold, hold, my heart! Oh! how shall My heart in pity bleeds.

I sustain

[him : Her vehemence of grief o'erpowers me quite. The agonizing scene ? [Rises.) I must behold My honest heart condemns the barb'rous deed, Nature, that drives me on, will lend me force. And if I dare

Is that my father? Euph. And if you dare !-Is that

Arc. Take your last farewell. The voice of manhood ? Honest, if you dare! His vigour seems not yet exhausted quite. 'Tis the slave's virtue! 'tis the utmost limit You must be brief, or ruin will ensue. (Exit. Of the base coward's honour.--Not a wretch, Evan. [Raising himself. ] Oh! when shall I There's not a villain, not a tool of power,

get free ?- These ling'ring pangs-, But, silence interest, extinguish fear,

Despatch me, pitying gods, and save my child ! And he will prove benevolent to man.

I burn, I burn; alas! no place of rest: The gen'rous heart does more: will dare do all

[Comes out. That honour prompts.—How dost thou dare to A little air; once more a breath of air; murder?

Alas! I faint; I die.
Respect the gods, and know no other fear. Euph. Heart-piercing sight!
Phil. No other fear assails this warlike Let me support you, Sir.

Evan. Oh! lend your arm.

(breeze I pity your misfortunes; yes, by heaven, Whoe'er thou art, I thank thee; that kind My heart bleeds for you. Gods ! you've touch'd Comes gently o'er my senses_lead me formy soul!

And is there left'one charitable band (ward : The gen'rous impulse is not given in vain. To reach its succours to a wretch like me ? I feel thce, natura, and I dare obey,

Euph. Well may'st thou ask it. Oh, my Oh! thou hast conquer'd.-Go, Euphrasia, go,

breaking heart! Behold thy father.

The hand of death is on him.
Yet mark my words; if aught of nourishment Evan. Still a little,
Thou would'st convey, my partners of the A little onward to the air conduct me;.
Will ne'er consent.

(watch 'Tis well;-I thank thee; thou art kind and Euph. I will observe your orders:

good, On any terms, oh! let me, let me, see him. And much I wonder at this gen'rous pity. Phil. Yon lamp will guide thee through the Euph. Do you not know me, Sir? cavern'd way.

Evan. Methinks, I know Euph. My heart runs o'er in thanks; the That voice : art thou-alas! my eyes are dim! pious act

Each object swims before me--No, in truth, Timoleon shall reward; the bounteous gods, I do not know thee. And thy own virtue, shall reward the deed. Euph. Not your own Euphrasia ?

[Enters the cave. Evan. Art thou my daughter ? Phil. Prevailing, powerful virtue !-Thou Euph. Oh, my honour'd sire ! subduest

[pose. Evan. My daughter, my Euphrasia! come The stubborn heart, and mould'st it to thy pur

to close Would I could save them!-But though not A father's eyes! Given to my last embrace !

Gods ! do I hold her once again ? Your mercies The glorious power to shelter innocence, Are without number. [Falls on the couch. Yet for a moment to assuage its woes,

I would pour my praise; Is the best sympathy, the purest joy,

But, oh, your goodness overcomes me quite! Nature intended for the heart of man,

You read my heart; you see what passes there. When thus she gave the social gen'rous tear. Euph. Alas, he faints; the gushing tide of



Bears down each_feeble sense : restore him, SCENE II.--The inside of the Gavern.

Evan. Al, my Euphrasia, all will soon bé Enter Arcas and EUPHRASIA.


Pass but a moment, and this busy globe, Arc. No; on my life, I dare not.

Its thrones, its empires, and its bustling milEuph. But a small,

lions, A wretched pittance'; one poor cordial drop Will seem a speck in the grea; void of space. To renovate exhausted drooping age.

Yet while I stay, thou darling of my age ! I ask no more.

Nay, dry those tears. Arc. Not the smallest store

Euph. I will, my father. Of scanty nourishment must pass these walls. Evan. Where, Our lives were forfeit else: a moment's parley I fear to ask it, where is virtuous Phocion? Is all I grant; in yonder cave he lies.

Euph. Fled from the tyrant's power. Evan. (Within the Cell.] Oh, struggling na- Evan. And left thee here ture ! let thy conflict end.

Expos'd and helpless ? Oh! give me, give me, rest.

Euph. He is all truth and honour : Euph. My father's voice!

He fled to save my child. It pierces here! it cleares my very heart. Evan. My young Evander! I shall expire, and never see him more. Your boy is safe, Euphrasia ?-Oh! my heart! Arc. Repose thee, princess, here, [Draws a Alas! quite gone; worn ont with misery;

couch] here rest thy limbs, [ness. Oh, weak, decay'd, old man! Till the returning blood shall lend thee firm- Euph. Inhuman wretches !

Euph. The caves, the rocks, re-echo to his Will none relieve his want? A drop of water And is there no relief?

[groans! | Might save his life ; and even that's denied Arc. All I can grant

bim. You shall command. I will unbar the dungeon, Enan. These strong emoțions--Oh! that Onloose the chain that binds him to the rock,

eager airAnd leave your interview without restraint. It is too much-assist me; bear me hence ;

(Opens a Cell in the back scene. And lay me down in peace.

for me


Euph. His eyes are fix'd;

[hand : Unheard-of torture, virtue can keep pace
And those pale quiv'ring lips! He clasps my With your worst efforts, and can try new modes;
What, no assistance! Monsters, will you thus To bid men grow enamour'd of her charms.
Let him expire in these weak, feeble arms ? Arc. Philotas, for Euphrasia, in her cause

I now can hazard all. Let us preserve

Her father for her.
Phil. Those wild, those piercing, shrieks Phil. Oh! her lovely daring
will give th' alarm.

Transcends all praise. By heaven, he shall Euph. Support him; bear him hence; 'tis all

not die. I ask.

Arc. And yet we must be wary. I'll go Evan. (As he is carried off. ] O death! where

forth, art thou ? Death, thou dread of guilt, And first explore eac avenue around, Thou wish of innocence, affliction's friend,

Lest the fix'd sentinel obstruct your purpose. Tir'd nature calls thee ; come, in mercy come,

(Exit. And lay me pillow'd in eternal rest. (hand; Phil. I thank thee, Arcas ; we will act like My child, where art thou? give me ; reach thy

(forth, Why dost thou weep? My eyes are dry- Who feel for others' woes--She leads him Alas!

And tremblingly supports his drooping age. Quite parch'd my lips-quite parch’d, they cleave together.


Re-enter ARCAS.
Arc. The gray of morn breaks through yon

Evan. Euphrasia, o'ı, my child ! returning

(ward; eastern clouds. "Twere time this interview should end ; the At the last gasp preserv'd! Ha! dawning

Glows here about my heart. Conduct me forhour

[dare, Now warns Euphrasia hence : what man could Let me behold; in faith, I see thee now;

light! I have indulg'd-Philotas !-ha! the cell

I do indeed: the father sees his child. Left void !- Evander gone !--What may this

Euph. I have reliev'd him-Oh, the joy's Philotas, speak!


too great; Re-enter PHILOTAS.

"Tis speechless rapture! Phil. Oh, vile, detested lot,

Evan. Blessings, blessings on thee ! Here to obey thé savage tyrant's will,

Euph. My father still shall live. Alas!

Philotas, And murder virtue, that can thus behold

Could I abandon that white, hoary head, Its executioner, and smile upon him.

That venerable form {-Abandon him That piteous sight!

To perish here in misery and famine? Arc. She must withdraw, Philotas;

Phil. Thy tears, thou miracle of goodness! Delay undoes us both. The restless main

Have triumph'd 'o'er me. Take him, take Glows with the blush of day. The time re

your father ; quires,

Convey him hence; I do release him to you. Without her further pause, or vain excuse, Evan. What said Philotas ? Do I fondly That she depart this moment.

dream? Pail Arcas, yes; My voice shall warn her of th' approaching Methought I heard him! Did he say, release

Indeed, my senses are imperfect; yet [me? danger.


Phil. Thou art my king, and now no more Arc. Would she had ne'er adventur'd to our

my pris'ner:

(pattern guard.

(veys Go with your daughter, with that wondrous I dread th' event; and hark !-the wind conIn clearer sound the uproar of the main.

Of filial piety to after times.


Yes, princess, lead him forth; I'll point the The fates prepare new havoc; on th' event

Whose soft declivity will guide your steps Depends the fate of empire. Wherefore thus Delays Euphrasia ?-Ha! what means, Philo

To the deep vale, which these o'erhanging rocks

[thence tas, That sudden haste, that pale, disorder'd look? To some safe shelter. Yet a moment's pause;

Encompass round.

You may convey him Re-enter PHILOTAS.

I must conceal your flight from ev'ry eye.

Yes, I will save, or perish in their cause. Phil. O! I can hold no more ; at such a sight

[Exit. E'en the hard heart of tyranny would melt Evan. Whither, oh! whither shall Evander To infant softness. Arcas, go, behold

I'm at the goal of life; if in the race [go? The pious fraud of charity and love;

Honour has follow'd with no ling'ring step, Behold that unexampled goodness ; see But there sits smiling with her laurell'd wreath Th' expedient sharp necessity has taught her ; To crown my brow, there would I fain make Thy heart will burn, will melt, will yearn to

halt, view

And not inglorious lay me down to rest. A child like her.

Euph. And will you then refuse, when thus Arc. Ha !--Say what mystery

the gods Wakes these emotions ?

Afford a refuge to thee? Phil. Wonder-working virtue !

Evan. Oh! my child, The father foster'd at his daughter's breast ! There is no refuge for me. 0, filial piety !--The milk design'd

Euph. Pardon, Sir; For her own offspring, on the parent's lip Euphrasia's care has form'd a safe retreat ;Allays the parching fever. All her laws There may'st thou dwell; it will not long be Inverted quite, great nature triumphs still.

wanted. Arc. The tale unmans my soul.

Soon shall Timoleon, with resistless force, Phil. Ye tyrants, hear it,

Burst yon devoted walls. And learn, that, while your cruelty prepares Eran. Timoleon!

Euph. Yes,

The brave Timoleon, with the power of Greece; Philotas, how fares your prisoner ?
Another day shall make the city his.

Has he yet breath'd his last ?
Evan. Timoleon come to vindicate my rights! Phil. Life ebbs apace;
Oh! thou shalt reign in Sicily! my child To-morrow's sun sees him a breathless corse.
Shall grace her father's throne.' Indulgent

Dim. Curse on his ling'ring pangs! Sicilia's heaven!

crown Pour down your blessings on this best of No more shall deck his brow; and if the sand daughters;

Still loiter in the glass, thy hand, my friend, To her and Phocion give Evander's crown ;

May shake it thence. Let them, oh ! let them both in virtue wear it,

Phil. It shall, dread Sir ; that task
And in due time transmit it to their boy! Leave to thy faithful servant.

Dion. Oh! Philotas,
Re-enter PhilotAS.


Thou little know'st the cares, the pangs, of emPhil. All things are apt; the drowsy senti- The ermin'd pride, the purple that adorns nel

[way A conqueror's breast, but serves, my friend, to Lies hush'd in sleep; I'll marshal thee the


[morse : Down the steep rock.

A heart that's torn, that's mangled with reEuph. Oh! let us quickly hence.

Even victory itself plants anguish here, Evan. The blood but loiters in these frozen And round my laurels the fell serpent twines. veins.

Phil. Would Dionysius abdicate his crown, Do you, whose youthful spirit glows with life, And sue for terms of peace! Do you go forth, and leave this mould'ring Dion. Detested thought! corpse.

No, though ambition teem with countless ills, To me had heaven decreed a longer date, It still has charms of power to fire the soul. It ne'er had suffer'd a fell monster's reign, Though horrors multiply around my head, Nor let me see the carnage of my people. I will oppose them all. The pomp of sacrifice, Farewell, Euphrasia ; in one lov'd embrace But now ordain'd, is mockery to heaven. To these remains pay the last obsequies, 'Tis vain, 'tis fruitless; then let daring guilt And leave me here to sink to silent dust.

Be iny inspirer, and consummate all. Euph. And will you then, on self-destruc. Where are those Greeks, the captives of my tion bent,


[walls, Reject my prayer, nor trust your fate with whose desp'rate valour rush'd within our Evan. Trust thee! Euphrasia ? Trust in thee, Fought near our person, and the pointed lance my child?

Aim'd at my breast? Though life's a burden I could well lay down, Phil. In chains they wait their doom. Yet I will prize it, since bestow'd by thee. Dion. Give me to see 'em; bring the slaves Oh! thou art good; thy virtue soars a flight

before me. For the wide world to wonder at; in thee, Phil. What, ho! Melanthon, this way lead Hear it all nature, future ages hear it,

your prisoners. The father finds a parent in his child.

[Exeunt. Enter MELANTHON, with GREEK SOLDIERS, and


Dion. Assassins, and not warriors ! do ye

(sword, SCENE 1.-A Rampart neur the Harbour. When the wide range of battle claims your Enter DIONYSIUS and Officers.

Thus do you come against a single life Dion. Base deserters!

To wage the war? did not our buckler ring Curse on their Punic faith! Did they once dare With all your darts in one collected volley To grapple with the Greek? Ere yet the main Shower'd on my head? did not your swords Was ting

d with blood, they turn'd their ships Point at my breast, and thirst for regal blood ? May storms and tempests follow in their rear,

Greek Off. We sought thy life, I'am by

birth a Greek And dash their fleet upon the Libyan shore !

An open foe in arms, I meant to slay

The foe of humankind. With rival ardour

We took the field : one voice, one mind, one Cal. My liege, Timoleon, where the harbour heart; opens,

All leagu’d, all covenanted: in yon camp Has storm'd the forts, and even now his fleet Spirits there are who aim, like us, at glory. Pursues its course, and steers athwart the bay, Whene'er you sally forth, whene'er the Greeks Through ev'ry street

Shall scale your walls, prepare thee to enDespair and terror fly. A panic spreads

counter From man to man, and superstition sees (us. A like assault. By me the youth of Greece Jove arm’d with thunder, and the gods against Thus notify the war they mean to wage. Dion. With sacred rites their wrath must be Dion. Thus then I warn them of my great appeas'd.

revenge. Let instant victims at the altar bleed;

Whoe'er in battle shall become our pris'ner, Let incense roll its fragrant clouds to heaven, In torments meets his doom. And pious matrons, and the virgin train, Greek Offi. Then wilt thou see In slow procession to the temple bear

How vile the body to a mind that pants The image of their gods.

For genuine glory. Twice three hundred The solemn sacrifice, the virgin throng,


(ranks; Will gain the popular belief, and kindle Have sworn, like us, to hunt thee through the In the fierce soldiery religious rage.

Ours the first lot; we've fail'd; on yonder Away, my friends, prepare the sacred rites.


(thee. [Exit Cal. | Appear in arms, the faithful band will meet


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