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Calypso and Telemachus

An Opera
Hughes, John (1677-1720)
  
CALYPSO AND TELEMACHUS.
  
[dedication]
  
[castlist]
  
[section]

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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.

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SCENE VI.

Calypso's Grotto.
Calypso, Telemachus, Mentor, Eucharis, and Nymphs attending on Calypso.
Cal.
Behold! my royal Guest,
The verdant Beauties of this Isle
Wear a new Bloom to welcome thee.
The spreading Vines new dress their Leaves,
The sprouting Flow'rs rejoice;
And Lawrels, that imbowring shade this Grotto,
Spring fresh, as if aspiring to thy Brows.
Here end thy Labours,
And live for ever blest.

Tel.
O bounteous Goddess! O delightful Scene!
What Thanks can I repay?
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A thousand Raptures fill my Breast,
And glow thro' ev'ry Vein;
How bright is Joy, how grateful Rest,
Succeeding Toil and Pain!
A thousand Raptures fill my Breast,
And glow thro' ev'ry Vein.

Cal.
aside.]
I know not why, yet still that Chief unknown
Disturbs my Sight—
His Looks chastise the Pleasures of this Place,
And damp my rising Joy.

Tel.
Ye Pow'rs! where-e'er I turn my Eyes,
New Prospects rise to view, new Wonders charm me.

Cal.
Thy Father here enjoy'd seven blissful Years.

Tel.
My Father!—

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Cal.
And had he stay'd till now, had still been happy.

Tel.
O say, Divine Calypso!
Where may I find the King of Ithaca,
Where may I find my Father?

Cal.
Alas!—thy Search is vain.

Tel.
O never will I cease,
Till join'd in his Embrace,
With mutual Joy I bless him, and am blest.

Cal.
Then know, when he forsook this Isle,
His Ship was lost;
And he—Enquire no more.

Tel.
What do I hear?—Where am I?
O Ulysses!
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If in Elizian Plains he roves,
And silent wanders thro' the Groves;
O let me thither be convey'd!
I'll die to meet his happy Shade.

Cal.
No—Live; be warn'd, and shun thy Father's Fate:
Within this Island grows Ambrosial Fruit,
Whose Juice unfading Youth bestows;
When thou hast tasted this, no more
Shall mortal Care approach thee.
Now take secure thy Rest;
An inner Grotto is prepar'd
For thee and thy brave Friend;
Where falling Currents from the Hills,
At distance heard, invite to easy Slumbers,
While Nightingales, that haunt the neigh'bring Woods,
Cheer all the Hours of Darkness.
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No more let Sorrow wound thee;
Here Peace, still hov'ring round thee,
Shall smoothly guide the Night.
And Phœbus ev'ry Morning,
With Pleasures new returning,
Shall bless the dawning Light.

[Exeunt Cal. Euch. and Nymphs.
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