_Phil._ Oh! her lovely daring Transcends all praise. By Heav'n, he shall not die. _Arcas._ And yet we must be wary; I'll go forth, And first explore each avenue around, Lest the fix'd sentinel obstruct your purpose. [_Exit ARCAS._ _Phil._ I thank thee, Arcas; we will act like men Who feel for other's woes--She leads him forth, And tremblingly supports his drooping age. [_Goes to assist him._ _Enter EUPHRASIA and EVANDER._ _Eva._ Euphrasia, oh! my child! returning life Glows here about my heart. Conduct me forward; At the last gasp preserved! Ha! dawning light! Let me behold; in faith I see thee now; I do indeed: the father sees his child. _Eup._ I have reliev'd him--Oh! the joy's too great; 'Tis speechless rapture! _Eva._ Blessings, blessings on thee! _Eup._ My father still shall live. Alas! Philotas, Could I abandon that white hoary head, That venerable form? Abandon him To perish here in misery and famine? _Phil._ Thy tears, thou miracle of goodness. Have triumph'd o'er me. Take him, take your father; Convey him hence; I do release him to you. _Eva._ What said Philotas! Do I fondly dream? Indeed my senses are imperfect; yet Methought I heard him! did he say release me? _Phil._ Thou art my king, and now no more my pris'ner; Go with your daughter, with that wond'rous pattern Of filial piety to after times. Yes, princess, lead him forth; I'll point the path, Whose soft declivity will guide your steps To the deep vale, which these o'erhanging rocks Encompass round. You may convey him thence To some safe shelter. Yet a moment's pause; I must conceal your flight from ev'ry eye. Yes, I will save 'em, or perish in their cause. [_Exit PHILOTAS._ _Eva._ Whither, oh! whither shall Evander go? I'm at the goal of life; if in the race Honour has follow'd with no ling'ring step, But there sits smiling with her laurel wreath, To crown my brow, there would I fain make halt, And not inglorious lay me down to rest. _Eup._ And will you then refuse, when thus the gods Afford a refuge to thee? _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.