The gen'rous impulse is not giv'n in vain.

I feel thee, Nature, and I dare obey.

Oh! thou hast conquer'd.—Go, Euphrasia, go,

Behold thy father.

Eup. Raise me, raise me up;

I'll bathe thy hand with tears, thou gen'rous man!

Phil. Yet, mark my words; if aught of nourishment

Thou wouldst convey, my partners of the watch

Will ne'er consent.

Eup. I will observe your orders:

On any terms, oh! let me, let me see him.

Phil. Yon lamp will guide thee thro' the cavern'd way.

Eup. My heart runs o'er in thanks; the pious act

Timoleon shall reward; the bounteous gods,

And thy own virtue shall reward the deed.

[Goes into the Cave.

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Phil. Prevailing, powerful virtue!—Thou subdu'st

The stubborn heart, and mould'st it to thy purpose.

'Would I could save them!—But tho' not for me

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