Plung'd from the rock into the wave beneath,

That murmurs on the shore. And means he thus

To end a monarch's life? Oh! grant my pray'r;

My timely succour may protect his days;

The guard is yours——

Phil. Forbear; thou plead'st in vain;

And though I feel soft pity throbbing here;

Though each emotion prompts the gen'rous deed,

I must not yield; it were assur'd destruction!

Farewell, despatch a message to the Greeks;

I'll to my station; now thou know'st the worst.

[Exit.

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Mel. Oh, lost Evander! Lost Euphrasia too!

How will her gentle nature bear the shock

Of a dear father, thus in ling'ring pangs

A prey to famine, like the veriest wretch

Whom the hard hand of misery hath grip'd!

In vain she'll rave, with impotence of sorrow;

Perhaps, provoke her fate: Greece arms in vain,

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