Phil. Thy tears, thou miracle of goodness.[Pg 27]

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Have triumph'd o'er me.

Take him, take your father;

Convey him hence; I do release him to you.

Eva. What said Philotas! Do I fondly dream?

Indeed my senses are imperfect; yet

Methought I heard him! did he say release me?

Phil. Thou art my king, and now no more my pris'ner;

Go with your daughter, with that wond'rous pattern

Of filial piety to after times.

Yes, princess, lead him forth; I'll point the path,

Whose soft declivity will guide your steps

To the deep vale, which these o'erhanging rocks

Encompass round. You may convey him thence

To some safe shelter. Yet a moment's pause;

I must conceal your flight from ev'ry eye.

Yes, I will save 'em, or perish in their cause.

[Exit Philotas.

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