Comes here to grovel on the earth before thee,

To tell her sad, sad tale, implore thy aid,

For sure the pow'r is thine, thou canst relieve

My bleeding heart, and soften all my woes.

Phil. Euphrasia!——

Why, princess, thus anticipate the dawn?

Still sleep and silence wrap the weary world;

The stars in mid career usurp the pole;

The Grecian bands, the winds, the waves are hush'd;

All things are mute around us; all but you

Rest in oblivious slumber from their cares.

Eup. Yes; all, all rest: the very murd'rer sleeps;

Guilt is at rest: I only wake to misery.

Phil. How didst thou gain the summit of the rock?

Eup. Give me my father; here you hold him fetter'd;[Pg 19]

[Pg 19]

Oh! give him to me——If ever

The touch of nature throbb'd within your breast,

Admit me to Evander. In these caves

I know he pines in want; let me convey

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