gen'rous impulse is not giv'n in vain.
I feel thee, Nature, and I dare obey.
Oh! thou hast conquer'd.--Go, Euphrasia, go,
Behold thy father.

_Eup._ Raise me, raise me up;
I'll bathe thy hand with tears, thou gen'rous man!

_Phil._ Yet, mark my words; if aught of nourishment
Thou wouldst convey, my partners of the watch
Will ne'er consent.

_Eup._ I will observe your orders:
On any terms, oh! let me, let me see him.

_Phil._ Yon lamp will guide thee thro' the cavern'd way.

_Eup._ My heart runs o'er in thanks; the pious act
Timoleon shall reward; the bounteous gods,
And thy own virtue shall reward the deed.

[_Goes into the Cave._

_Phil._ Prevailing, powerful virtue!--Thou subdu'st
The stubborn heart, and mould'st it to thy purpose.
'Would I could save them!--But tho' not for me
The glorious pow'r to shelter innocence,
Yet for a moment to assuage its woes,
Is the best sympathy, the purest joy
Nature intended for the heart of man,
When thus she gave the social gen'rous tear. [_Exit._

SCENE II.

_The Inside of the Cavern._

_Enter ARCAS and EUPHRASIA._

_Arcas._ No; on my life, I dare not.

_Eup._ But a small,
A wretched pittance; one poor cordial drop
To renovate exhausted drooping age,
I ask no more.

_Arcas._ Not the smallest store
Of scanty nourishment must pass these walls.
Our lives were forfeit else: a moment's parley
Is all I grant; in yonder cave he lies.

_Eva._ [_Within the Cell._] Oh, struggling nature! let thy conflict end.
Oh! give me, give me rest.

_Eup._ My father's voice!
It pierces here! it cleaves my very heart.
I shall expire, and never see him more.

_Arcas._ Repose thee, princess, here, [_Draws a Couch_] here rest thy
limbs,
Till the returning blood shall lend thee firmness.

_Eup._ The caves, the rocks, re-echo to his groans!
And is there no relief?

_Arcas._ All I can grant,
You shall command. I will unbar the dungeon,
Unloose the chain that binds him to the rock,
And leave your interview without restraint.

[_Opens a Cell in the back Scene._

_Eup._ Hold, hold my heart! Oh! how shall I sustain
The agonizing scene? [_Rises._] I must behold him;
Nature, that drives me on, will lend me force.
Is that my father?

_Arcas._ Take your last farewell.
His vigour seems not yet exhausted quite.
You must be brief, or ruin will ensue. [_Exit._

_Eva._ [_Raising himself._] Oh! when shall I get free?
--These ling'ring pangs--

_Eup._ Behold, y