Eup. His eyes are fix'd!

And those pale, quiv'ring lips! He clasps my hand:

What, no assistance! Monsters, will you thus

Let him expire in these weak, feeble arms?

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Philotas

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Phil. Those wild, those piercing shrieks will give th'alarm.

Eup. Support him; bear him hence; 'tis all I ask.

Evan. [As he is carried off.] O Death! where art thou? Death, thou dread of guilt,

Thou wish of innocence, affliction's friend,

Tir'd nature calls thee; come, in mercy come,

And lay me pillow'd in eternal rest.

My child—where art thou? give me; reach thy hand,

Why dost thou weep?—My eyes are dry—Alas!

Quite parch'd, my lips—quite parch'd, they cleave together.

[Exeunt.

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Enter Arcas.

Arcas

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