And save a virtuous king!

[Warlike Music.

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Enter Euphrasia.

Euphrasia

Eup. War on, ye heroes,

Ye great assertors of a monarch's cause!

Let the wild tempest rage. Melanthon, ha!

Did'st thou not hear the vast tremendous roar?

Down tumbling from its base the eastern tow'r,

Burst on the tyrant's ranks, and on the plain

Lies an extended ruin.

Mel. Still new horrors

Increase each hour, and gather round our heads.

Eup. The glorious tumult lifts my tow'ring soul.

Once more, Melanthon, once again, my father

Shall mount Sicilia's throne.

Mel. Alas! that hour

Would come with joy to ev'ry honest heart,

Would shed divinest blessings from its wing;

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