 | Leucothoe |  |
SCENE I.
The theatre represents a plain, bordered with wood; several mountains, which rise one above another, till the highest seem lost in the clouds, making the point of view at the farther end.Clytie
is discovered in a melancholy posture.
Oh! Jealousy, thy torments who can bear?
Forsaken, scorn'd, abandon'd to despair!
I rage, I burn, no kind assistance nigh!
Give, give me ease, ye gods, or let me die.
Forsaken, scorn'd, abandon'd to despair!
I rage, I burn, no kind assistance nigh!
Give, give me ease, ye gods, or let me die.
Farewel, ye streams! farewel, ye groves!
Farewel, ye shady bow'rs!
Soft scenes of blissful hours,
Of former conscious loves.
Farewel, sweet peace of mind!
Fond wishes, pleasing pain,
With all the tender train,
The joy that happy lovers find.
Farewel! your halcyon days are o'er,
And I must never know you more.
The sun, which appears in the midst of the sky,
moves slowly towards the summit of the mountains;
where, opening by degrees, it shews Phœbus
in his chariot. The horses are discovered, and a
great glory.
Farewel, ye shady bow'rs!
Soft scenes of blissful hours,
Of former conscious loves.
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Fond wishes, pleasing pain,
With all the tender train,
The joy that happy lovers find.
Farewel! your halcyon days are o'er,
And I must never know you more.
But, see! he comes, the author of my woes:
He comes, ungrateful God;—but not to me.
Another love within his bosom glows;
Another nymph! distracting misery!
Another nymph allures him to her arms.
I cannot bear the thought! confound her art,
Eternal light'nings blast her charms,
That robb'd me of the dear inconstant's heart.
Goddess of dire Revenge! may all her days
To peace be strangers, and her nights to rest;
May Hope ne'er sooth her with imagin'd ease,
Nor Patience still the tumults in her breast.
Since she has stoln possession of my joy,
Fulfil my pray'r, by pity, justice, led;
May turns alike our happiness destroy,
And all my griefs be doubled on her head.
He comes, ungrateful God;—but not to me.
Another love within his bosom glows;
Another nymph! distracting misery!
Another nymph allures him to her arms.
I cannot bear the thought! confound her art,
Eternal light'nings blast her charms,
That robb'd me of the dear inconstant's heart.
Goddess of dire Revenge! may all her days
To peace be strangers, and her nights to rest;
May Hope ne'er sooth her with imagin'd ease,
Nor Patience still the tumults in her breast.
Since she has stoln possession of my joy,
Fulfil my pray'r, by pity, justice, led;
May turns alike our happiness destroy,
And all my griefs be doubled on her head.
[She retires among the trees.
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