SCENE II.
The Inside of the Cavern.
Enter Arcas and Euphrasia.
Arcas. No; on my life, I dare not.
Eup. But a small,
A wretched pittance; one poor cordial drop
To renovate exhausted drooping age,
I ask no more.
Arcas. Not the smallest store
Of scanty nourishment must pass these walls.
Our lives were forfeit else: a moment's parley
Is all I grant; in yonder cave he lies.
Eva. [Within the Cell.] Oh, struggling nature! let thy conflict end.
Oh! give me, give me rest.
Eup. My father's voice!
It pierces here! it cleaves my very heart.
I shall expire, and never see him more.
Arcas. Repose thee, princess, here, [Draws a Couch] here rest thy limbs,
Till the returning blood shall lend thee firmness.
Eup. The caves, the rocks, re-echo to his groans!
And is there no relief?