Eva. Oh! my child,
There is no refuge for me.
Eup. Pardon, sir:
Euphrasia's care has form'd a safe retreat;
There may'st thou dwell; it will not long be wanted.
Soon shall Timoleon with resistless force,
Burst yon devoted walls.
Eva. Timoleon!
Eup. Yes.
The brave Timoleon, with the pow'r of Greece;
Another day shall make this city his.
Eva. Timoleon come to vindicate my rights!
Oh! thou shalt reign in Sicily! my child
Shall grace her father's throne. Indulgent Heaven!
Pour down your blessings on this best of daughters;
To her and Phocion give Evander's crown;
Let them, oh! let them both in virtue wear it,
And in due time transmit it to their boy!
Enter Philotas.
Phil. All things are apt; the drowsy sentinel
Lies hush'd in sleep; I'll marshall thee the way
Down the steep rock.
Eup. Oh! let us quickly hence.
Eva. The blood but loiters in these frozen veins:
Do you, whose youthful spirit glows with life,
Do you go forth, and leave this mould'ring corpse.
To me had Heav'n decreed a longer date,
It ne'er had suffer'd a fell monster's reign,
Nor let me see the carnage of my people.
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.