But no such hour in all the round of time,

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

Eup. And still, Melanthon, still does pale despair

Depress thy spirit? Lo! Timoleon comes

Arm'd with the pow'r of Greece; the brave, the just,

God-like Timoleon! ardent to redress,

He guides the war, and gains upon his prey.[Pg 12]

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A little interval shall set the victor

Within our gates triumphant.

Mel. Still my fears

Forbode for thee. 'Would thou hadst left this place,

When hence your husband, the brave Phocion, fled,

Fled with your infant son!

Eup. In duty fixed,

Here I remain'd, while my brave, gen'rous Phocion,

Fled with my child, and from his mother's arms

Bore my sweet little one. Full well thou know'st

The pangs I suffer'd in that trying moment.

Did I not weep? Did I not rave and shriek,

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