And at the temple's entrance wait thy coming. [Exit. [ Eup. Now, then, Euphrasia, now thou may'st indulge The purest ecstacy of soul. Come forth, Thou man of woe, thou man of every virtue. Enter Evander, from the Monument. Evander Eva. And does the grave thus cast me up again, With a fond father's love to view thee? Thus To mingle rapture in a daughter's arms? Eup. How fares my father now? Eva. Thy aid, Euphrasia, Has giv'n new life. Thou from this vital stream Deriv'st thy being; with unheard-of duty Thou hast repaid it to thy native source. Eup. Sprung from Evander, if a little portion Of all his goodness dwell within my heart, Thou wilt not wonder. Eva. Joy and wonder rise