Farewell, Euphrasia; in one lov'd embrace

To these remains pay the last obsequies,

And leave me here to sink to silent dust.

Eup. And will you, then, on self destruction bent,

Reject my prayer, nor trust your fate with me.

Eva. Trust thee, Euphrasia? Trust in thee, my child?

Though life's a burden I could well lay down,

Yet I will prize it, since bestow'd by thee.

Oh! thou art good; thy virtue soars a flight

For the wide world to wonder at; in thee,

Hear it all nature, future ages hear it,

The father finds a parent in his child.

[Exeunt.

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ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

A Rampart near the Harbour.

Enter Dionysius.

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