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SCENE VII.

Angus, Dunbar, Eleonora wounded and supported.
Eleonora.
Here set me down—vain is your kind Concern.—
Ah! who, with parent Tenderness, will bless
My parting Soul, and close my beamless Eyes!
Ah! who defend me, and with pious Care
To the cold Grave commit my pale Remains!

[Swoons.
Angus.
O Misery!—look up—thy Father calls—

[Embracing her.
Eleonora.
What Angel borrows that paternal Voice!
Ha! lives my Father!—Ye propitious Powers!
He folds me in his Arms—Yes, he survives
The Havock of this Night!—O let me now
Yield up my fervent Soul with raptur'd Praise!
For Angus lives t'avenge his murder'd Prince,
To save his Country, and protract his Blaze
Of Glory, farther still!

Angus.
And is it thus,
The melting Parent clasps his darling Child!
My Heart is torn with agonizing Pangs
Of complicated Woe!

Dunbar.
The Public craves
Immediate Aid from thee—But I wax weak.—
Our Infant King surrounded in the Fort,
Demands thy present Help.—

Angus.
Yes, loyal Youth!
Thy glorious Wounds instruct me, what I owe
To my young Sov'reign, and my Country's Peace!
But how shall I sustain the rav'nous Tribe
Of various Griefs, that gnaw me all at once?
My royal Master falls, my Country groans,
And cruel Fate has ravish'd from my Side
My dearest Daughter and my best lov'd Friend!

Dunbar.
Thy Praise shall be thy Daughter; and thy Friend
Survive unchang'd in ev'ry honest Breast.

Angus.
Must we then part for ever!—What a Plan
Of peaceful Happiness, my Hope had laid
In thee and her!—alas! thou fading Flower,
How fast thy Sweets consume!—come to my Arms,
That I may taste them e're they fleet away!
[Embracing her.
O exquisite Distress!—

Eleonora.
For me, my Father,
For me let not the bootless Tear distil.—
Soon shall I be with those, who rest secure
From all th'Inclemencies of stormy Life.

Angus.
Adieu, my Children!—never shall I hear
Thy chearing Voice again!—a long Farewell!
[Exit Angus.