Eup. Support him; bear him hence; 'tis all I ask.
Evan. [As he is carried off.] O Death! where art thou? Death, thou dread of guilt,
Thou wish of innocence, affliction's friend,
Tir'd nature calls thee; come, in mercy come,
And lay me pillow'd in eternal rest.
My child—where art thou? give me; reach thy hand,
Why dost thou weep?—My eyes are dry—Alas!
Quite parch'd, my lips—quite parch'd, they cleave together.
[Exeunt.
Enter Arcas.
Arcas. The grey of morn breaks thro' yon eastern clouds.
'Twere time this interview should end: the hour
Now warns Euphrasia hence: what man could dare,
I have indulg'd—Philotas!—ha! the cell
Left void!—Evander gone!—What may this mean?
Philotas, speak.
Enter Philotas.
Phil. Oh! vile, detested lot,
Here to obey the savage tyrant's will,
And murder virtue that can thus behold
Its executioner, and smile upon him.
That piteous sight!
Arcas. She must withdraw, Philotas;
Delay undoes us both. The restless main
Glows with the blush of day.
The time requires
Without or further pause, or vain excuse,
That she depart this moment.
Phil. Arcas, yes;
My voice shall warn her of th' approaching danger.
Arcas. 'Would she had ne'er adventur'd to our guard!
I dread th' event; and hark!—the wind conveys
In clearer sound the uproar of the main.
The fates prepare new havoc; on th' event
Depends the fate of empire. Wherefore thus
Delays Euphrasia? Ha! what means, Philotas,
That sudden haste, that pale, disorder'd look?
Enter Philotas.