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SCENE II.
A Spiritappearing on the battlement.
To mortal sight invisible I rise,
And curse thee, hateful messenger of pity,
Who open throw'st these interdicted gates.
CASSANDANE
starting, as the gates fly open.
Oh, direful voice! how dissonant from thine,
Intelligence harmonious, who, unseen,
Yet warbling sweet compassion, hast upheld
My fearful spirit! O attend me still!
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sings.
Void of fear, light in hope,
[Cretics.
To my strains dance along
Over flowers, under shades,
Shades attun'd to liquid sounds
[Trochaics.
From the nightingales and rills.
CASSANDANE,
coming nearer to the gate.
Soft gales solicit with a fragrant whisper:
Birds trilling, vocal founts in music call.
Bless'd habitation! Emblem of that goodness
Which governs here a refuge to my troubles.
The Genius
sings.
Child of care, vocal founts,
[Cretics.
Trilling birds, fragrant gales,
Glowing flow'rs charm the sense.
Here with wisdom thou shalt rest:
[Trochaics.
These may sooth, but wisdom cures.
[The Spirit, singing, enters the castle; Cassandane follows, and the gates close again.
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