Sounds on the flinty rock? Stand there; what, ho!

Speak, ere thou dar'st advance. Unfold thy purpose:

Who and what art thou?

Eup. [Within.] Mine no hostile step;

I bring no value to alarm thy fears:

It is a friend approaches.

Phil. Ha! what mean

Those plaintive notes?

Eup. [Within.] Here is no ambush'd Greek,

No warrior to surprise thee on the watch.

An humble suppliant comes—Alas, my strength

Exhausted quite forsakes this weary frame.

Phil. What voice thus piercing thro' the gloom of night—

What art thou? what thy errand? quickly say,

Wherefore alarm'st thou thus our peaceful watch?

Eup. [Within.] Let no mistrust affright thee—

Enter Euphrasia.

Euphrasia

Lo! a wretch,

The veriest wretch that ever groan'd in anguish,

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