Of scanty nourishment must pass these walls.

Our lives were forfeit else: a moment's parley

Is all I grant; in yonder cave he lies.

Eva. [Within the Cell.] Oh, struggling nature! let thy conflict end.

Oh! give me, give me rest.

Eup. My father's voice!

It pierces here! it cleaves my very heart.

I shall expire, and never see him more.

Arcas. Repose thee, princess, here, [Draws a Couch] here rest thy limbs,

Till the returning blood shall lend thee firmness.

Eup. The caves, the rocks, re-echo to his groans!

And is there no relief?

Arcas. All I can grant,

You shall command. I will unbar the dungeon,

Unloose the chain that binds him to the rock,

And leave your interview without restraint.

[Opens a Cell in the back Scene.

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Eup. Hold, hold my heart! Oh! how shall I sustain

The agonizing scene? [Rises.] I must behold him;

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