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My voice shall warn her of th' approaching danger.

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Arcas. 'Would she had ne'er adventur'd to our guard!

I dread th' event; and hark!—the wind conveys

In clearer sound the uproar of the main.

The fates prepare new havoc; on th' event

Depends the fate of empire. Wherefore thus

Delays Euphrasia? Ha! what means, Philotas,

That sudden haste, that pale, disorder'd look?

Enter Philotas.

Philotas

Phil. O! I can hold no more; at such a sight

Ev'n the hard heart of tyranny would melt

To infant softness. Arcas, go, behold

The pious fraud of charity and love;

Behold that unexampled goodness; see

Th' expedient sharp necessity has taught her;

Thy heart will burn, will melt, will yearn to view

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