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Yes, first she strikes; an injur'd daughter's arm
Dio. May curses blast thy arm! May Ætna's fires
Eup. Behold! all Sicily behold! The point
GUARDS.] look there;
[He embraces her. A Flourish of Trumpets. Enter Phocion, MELAN
THON, PHILOTAS, &c.
Eva. To her direct thy looks, there fix thy praise,
Phoc. It has.
Phoc. He guards the citadel; there gives his orders
Eup. Oh! once again, my father, Thy sway shall bless the land. Not for himself Timoleon conquers; to redress the wrongs Of bleeding Sicily, the hero comes. Thee, good Melanthon, thee, thou gen'rous man, His justice shall reward. Thee too, Philotas, Whose sympathizing heart could feel the touch Of soft humanity, the hero's bounty, His brightest honours, shall be lavish'd on thec. Evander, too, will place you near his throne; And show mankind, ev'n on this shore of being, That virtue still shall meet its sure reward.
Phil. I am rewarded : feelings, such as mine, Are worth all dignities; my heart repays me.
Eva. Come, let us seek T'imoleon; to his care I will commend ye both : for now, alas ! Thrones and dominions now no more for me. To thee I give my crown: yes, thou, Euphrasia, Shalt reign in Sicily. And, oh! ye Pow'rs, In that bright eminence of care and peril, Watch over all her ways; conduct and guide The goodness you inspir'd; that she may prove, If e'er distress like mine invade the land, A parent to her people ; stretch the ray Of filial piety to times unborn, That men may hear her unexampled virtue, And learn to emulate - The Grecian Daughter."