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SCENE the FIRST.
THEANO and the FIRST COLCHIAN.FIRST COLCHIAN.
Hope in its bud was blasted by her anger.
THEANO.
Unhappy anger! but her wrongs are great;
Nor is my pity less. Instruct me, Colchian,
Was she not fam'd for hospitable deeds?
FIRST COLCHIAN.
Oft hath her known benignity preserv'd
The Grecian strangers on our barb'rous coast.
THEANO.
Yet now a Grecian prince denies her shelter.
Well, introduce me to her.
FIRST COLCHIAN.
Restless anguish
Will soon transport her hither. Look, she comes.
Here let us watch some interval of calmness.
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Are those her children?
FIRST COLCHIAN.
Yes, from Jason sprung.
THEANO.
They too with intermingling tears enhance
The piteous scene. Thou fair and stately tree,
Who once so proudly didst o'ertop the forest,
What cruel hand despoils thee of thy honours?
Now dost thou shew, as blasted by the lightning,
With all thy tender branches with'ring round.
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