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SCENE XII.

A hall illuminated, with an image of Revenge in the middle.
Hypsipyle, Rhodope.
Hyp.
Yet hear me—shun me not.

Rho.
How shall I stay?
My soul is chill'd with terror—Can I view
A cruel daughter who has dar'd to steep
Her impious weapon in a father's blood?
Leave me—

Hyp.
Suppose thou art deceiv'd?

Rho.
Deceiv'd?
Shall I not then believe these eyes that saw
The murder'd monarch in his regal palace?
I saw, and tremble yet with fear and horror.

Hyp.
O no, my friend, in him who seem'd like Thoas,
Thou saw'st—but hark—some one approaches—go,
Attend me at Diana's sacred grove:
There shalt thou know the whole, and further may'st
Assist me with thy friendship.