Shall he not tremble, when a daughter comes,

Wild with her griefs, and terible with wrongs;

Fierce in despair, all nature in her cause

Alarm'd and rous'd with horror?

Melanthon come; my wrongs will lend me force;

The weakness of my sex is gone; this arm

Feels tenfold strength; this arm shall do a deed

For Heav'n and earth, for men and gods to wonder at!

This arm shall vindicate a father's cause.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

A wild romantic Scene amidst overhanging Rocks; a Cavern on one side.

Arcas, with a Spear in his Hand.

Arcas

Arcas. The gloom of night sits heavy on the world;

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As 'twere a pause of nature; on the beach

No murmuring billow breaks; the Grecian tents

Lie sunk in sleep; no gleaming fires are seen;

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