The Works of Hildebrand Jacob ... Containing Poems on Various Subjects, and Occasions; With the Fatal Constancy, a Tragedy; and Several Pieces in Prose. The Greatest Part Never Before Publish'd |
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SCENE VIII.
Omphales returns instantly to Zimon and the Herald.
This Arm has justly minister'd thy Fate!
Our Enemy's no more: but where's that Friend,
That faithful, beauteous Friend? she who was wont
With Smiles of Love to welcome my Return
From greater Conquests, and a nobler Foe?
Zimon.
Our Enemy's no more: but where's that Friend,
That faithful, beauteous Friend? she who was wont
With Smiles of Love to welcome my Return
From greater Conquests, and a nobler Foe?
Oh, name her not! if thou hast Pow'r, forget her!
Omphales.
And art thou then still deaf to all our Pray'rs?
Zimon.
Alas, Omphales! wretched, injur'd Youth!
Had Zimon known, what now too late he mourns,
As soon he wou'd have shun'd his Foe in War!
Or pierc'd the dearest Corner of his Heart!
As soon have trampled on the Laws of Heav'n,
As e'er have torn thee from Hesione!
Pleas'd, I had crown'd your long, and faithful Loves,
Fondly each Day beheld your Joys increase,
Deceiving so th' Infirmities of Age,
'Till the late Hour of Fate!
Omphales.
What may this mean?
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Demand no more!
Omphales.
Heav'n, guard Hesione!
Zimon.
Hah!—turn thee there!—Oh, ye immortal Pow'rs!
Omphales.
Alas! then it is plain! the Cause is plain!
And Harmony itself is now untun'd!
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