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SCENE III.
Hypsipyle, Learchus apart.Hyp.
This is the sacred grove where lies conceal'd
My dearest father. At my first arrival,
The shade, my terror, and impatient duty,
Perplex'd my trembling steps; but now full well
I know the place—My lord! my father! haste.
Lear.
Sure 'tis the voice of her I love—be bold—
[coming out of the grove.
O Heaven! my heart beats quick as I approach her.
Hyp.
Come near—where art thou?—Yet I hear thy steps,
But cannot find thee—'midst this dreary gloom
Perhaps—O no, thou art here.
[takes his hand.
Lear.
Assist me, Love!
[aside.
Hyp.
Thou tremblest, O my father! fear not; Jason
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He reach'd the port of Lemnos.
Lear.
Fatal chance!
What do I hear?
[aside.
Hyp.
Already from afar
I see the blaze of torches.
Lear.
Then I'm lost.
[aside.
Hyp.
And now, methinks, I hear my Jason's voice.
Lear.
Let me again retire.
[returns to the grove.
Hyp.
But whither go'st thou?
Why dost thou fly, my lord?—Alas! how far
Misfortunes can unnerve the firmest soul!
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