The glorious pow'r to shelter innocence,

Yet for a moment to assuage its woes,

Is the best sympathy, the purest joy

Nature intended for the heart of man,

When thus she gave the social gen'rous tear.

[Exit.

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SCENE II.

The Inside of the Cavern.

Enter Arcas and Euphrasia.

Arcas

Euphrasia

Arcas. No; on my life, I dare not.

Eup. But a small,

A wretched pittance; one poor cordial drop

To renovate exhausted drooping age,

I ask no more.

Arcas. Not the smallest store

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