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All nature shudders at it !—Will no friend
Yes, first she strikes; an injur'd daughter's arm
Phoc. Now let the monster yield.—My best Eu- phrasia | - Eup. My lord l—my Phocion'—welcome to my heart.— - Lo! there the wonders of Euphrasia's arm! Phoc. And is the proud one fall’n The dawn shall see him A spectacle for public view. Euphrasia! Evander too !—Thus to behold you both— Eva. To her direct thy looks; there fix thy praise, And gaze with wonder there. The life I gave her, Oh, she has us’d it for the noblest ends ! To fill each duty; make her father feel The purest joy, the heart-dissolving bliss To have a grateful child.—But has the rage Of slaughter ceas'd 2 Phoc. It has. - Eva. Where is Timoleon 2 Phoc. He guards the citadel; there gives his orders To calm the uproar, and recal from carnage His conqu'ring troops.
Eup. Oh! onee again, my father, Thy sway shall bless the land. Not for himself Timoleon conquers; to redress the wrongs Of bleeding Sicily, the hero comes. Thee, good Melanthon, thee, thou gen’rous man, His justice shall reward. Thee too, Philotas, Whose sympathizing heart could feel the touch Of soft humanity, the hero’s bounty, His brightest honours, shall be lavish'd on thee. Evander, too, will place you near his throne; And show mankind, ev’n on this shore of being, That virtue, still shall meet its sure reward.
Phil. I am rewarded: feelings, such as mine, Are worth all dignities; my heart repays me.
Eva. Come, let us seek Timoleon; to his care I will commend ye both : for now, alas! Thrones and dominions now no more for me. To thee I give my crown: yes, thou, Euphrasia, Shalt reign in Sicily. And, oh!ye Pow’rs, In that bright eminence of care and peril, Watch over all her ways; conduct and guide The goodness you inspir’d; that she may prove, If e'er distress like mine invade the land, A parent to her people; stretch the ray Offilial piety to times unborn, That men may hear her unexampled virtue, And learn to emulate “The Grecian Daughter."