Not so, Sir! This angel enjoined more than human nature is capable of! You cannot be my father. Behold, Sir (_drawing the dagger from his bosom_), this is the dagger which Marwood drew upon me to-day. To my misfortune, I disarmed her. Had I fallen a guilty victim of her jealousy, Sara would still be living. You would have your daughter still, and have her without Mellefont. It is not for me to undo what is done--but to punish myself for it is still in my power! (_he stabs himself and sinks down at_ Sara's _side_.) SIR WILLIAM. Hold him, Waitwell! What new blow upon my stricken head! Oh, would that my own might make the third dying heart here. MELLEFONT (_dying_). I feel it. I have not struck false. If now you will call me your son and press my hand as such, I shall die in peace. (Sir William _embraces him_.) You have heard of an Arabella, for whom Sara pleaded; I should also plead for her; but she is Marwood's child as well as mine. What strange feeling seizes me? Mercy--O Creator, mercy! SIR WILLIAM. If the prayers of others are now of any avail, Waitwell, let us help him to pray for this mercy! He dies! Alas! He was more to pity than to blame. Scene XI. Norton, The Others. NORTON. Doctors, Sir!---- SIR WILLIAM. If they can work miracles, they may come in! Let me no longer remain at this deadly spectacle! One grave shall enclose both. Come and make immediate preparations, and then let us think of Arabella. Be she who she may, she is a legacy of my daughter! (_Exeunt_.) PHILOTAS. A TRAGEDY IN ONE ACT. Philotos was written at Berlin in the year 1759. It was never represented, and was probably not intended for the stage. It is here translated for the first time into English. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ Aridäus, _the King_. Strato, _a General of_ Aridäus. Philotas, _a prisoner_. Parmenio, _a soldier_. PHILOTAS. Scene I. _The scene is laid in a tent in the camp of_ Aridäus. PHILOTAS.