Yet, while I stay, thou darling of my age!—

Nay, dry those tears.

Eup. I will, my father.

Eva. Where,—

I fear to ask it, where is virtuous Phocion?

Eup. Fled from the tyrant's pow'r.

Eva. And left thee here

Expos'd and helpless?

Eup. He is all truth and honour:

He fled to save my child.

Eva. My young Evander!

Your boy is safe, Euphrasia?—Oh! my heart!

Alas! quite gone; worn out with misery;

Oh! weak, decay'd old man!

Eup. Inhuman wretches!

Will none relieve his want? A drop of water

Might save his life; and even that's deny'd him.

Eva. These strong emotions—Oh! that eager air—

It is too much—assist me; bear me hence;

And lay me down in peace.

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