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SCENE XIII.

Cassandane and the Genius of Caucasus.
The Genius
sings.
To thy woes add not fear:
[Cretics and Trochaics.
Thou hast aided her thou lov'st.
Serving her, thou shalt reap
Consolation and redress.

CASSANDANE.
Thou known, melodious comforter, whose voice
Procur'd my entrance, and in music smooth'd
The paths of terror, do I hear again
Thy accents melt? Thou com'st not sure deputed
To keep me longer absent from her sight.
I have perform'd the service she enjoin'd.
Alone amid these miracles I shudder.
Ah! reconduct me to her guardian breast.

[She returns to the palace, the Spirit singing before her, then vanishing at the gate as she enters.