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SCENE II.
Telemachus and Mentor enter at a Distance.Calypso, Eucharis, Telemachus, Mentor.
Tel.
Ye gracious Gods!
To what new Trial have you hither brought me?
To what new Trial have you hither brought me?
I go—yet know not where,
Fate leads, and I obey.
Fate leads, and I obey.
The Brave still free from Fear,
Pursue their destin'd Way.
Pursue their destin'd Way.
I go—yet know not where,
Fate leads, and I obey.
Fate leads, and I obey.
Cal.
aside.]
'Tis he, the lovely Youth, Ulysses Son!
His Father lives exprest in every Feature.
'Tis—O my conscious beating Heart!—
'Tis he, it is Telemachus.
[Advances to them as they are going off.
His Father lives exprest in every Feature.
'Tis—O my conscious beating Heart!—
'Tis he, it is Telemachus.
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Young Stranger, stay!
The Land you tread is mine;
How have you dar'd t'approach it without Leave?
The Land you tread is mine;
How have you dar'd t'approach it without Leave?
Tel.
O Nymph Divine! for such thy Form bespeaks thee,
A sudden Shipwreck cast me on your Isle,
Pity th'unhappy Son of Great Ulysses,
That wand'ring seeks his Father;
My Father wand'ring too o'er Seas and Land
Has spent whole Years;
Since from Troy's famous Siege returning home,
By Fates averse detain'd,
He strives, in vain, to reach his native Shore,
That seems to fly before him.
Cal.
aside.]
O he is all Ulysses!—But that Friend!
Who is he, or from whence?
Severest Wisdom sits upon his Brow,
And Majesty Divine!
I'm aw'd, and wish him hence.
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Well, Royal Youth!
All things shall smile, and thou may'st here be happy.
Thy Father—but I will not tell thee now—
First, let me lead thee to my Grotto; there
In gentle Sleep thou shalt forget thy Cares,
And waking bless the Storm that drove thee hither.
All things shall smile, and thou may'st here be happy.
Thy Father—but I will not tell thee now—
First, let me lead thee to my Grotto; there
In gentle Sleep thou shalt forget thy Cares,
And waking bless the Storm that drove thee hither.
Pleasing Visions shall attend thee,
Soft Repose and blooming Joy.
Soft Repose and blooming Joy.
Smiling Hours the Gods shall send thee,
Happy then their Gifts employ.
Happy then their Gifts employ.
Pleasing Visions shall attend thee,
Soft Repose and blooming Joy.
Soft Repose and blooming Joy.
[Exeunt Calypso, Telem. and Mentor.
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