 | The rape of Proserpine |  |
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SCENE III.
Ceres and Cyana.Cer.
Phrygia, I come thy Soil to bless,
And cheer thy lab'ring Swains.—Cyana,
Bind the wing'd Dragons to my Carr;
My Flight demands the Lightning's Speed.
[Exit Cyana.
O Proserpine! my Child! ten Thousand Fears,
While thy defenceless Youth I leave,
Croud to my throbbing Breast;
And give me all a Mother's Pains.
[Exit Ceres.
SCENE, A Farm-Yard. The Grotesque Part begins.
| The rape of Proserpine | |