Eva. [Seized by the Guards.] Oh!
Inhuman villains!
Eup. Now, one glorious effort!—
Dio. Let me despatch; thou traitor, thus my arm—
Eup. A daughter's arm, fell monster, strikes the blow.
[Stabs Dionysius.
Yes, first she strikes; an injur'd daughter's arm
Sends thee devoted to th' infernal gods.
[He falls.
Dio. May curses blast thy arm! May Ætna's fires
Convulse the land; to its foundation shake
The groaning isle! May civil discord bear
Her flaming brand through all the realms of Greece;
And the whole race expire in pangs like mine!
[Dies.
Eup. Behold, all Sicily behold!—The point
Glows with the tyrant's blood. Ye slaves, [To the Guards.] look there;
Kneel to your rightful king: the blow for freedom
Gives you the rights of men! And, oh, my father,
My ever honour'd sire, it gives thee life!
Eva. My child—my daughter—sav'd again by thee!
[He embraces her.
A Flourish of Trumpets. Enter Phocion, Melanthon, Philotas, &c.
Phoc. Now let the monster yield.—My best Euphrasia!
Eup. My lord!—my Phocion!—welcome to my heart.—
Lo! there the wonders of Euphrasia's arm!