Myrrha A Tragedy |
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Myrrha | ||
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SCENE THE THIRD.
Cecris, Euryclea, Cinyras, Myrrha.Ce.
By the shrieks
Of death brought hither ...
Cin.
Do not thou advance ...
Oh heaven! ...
Ce.
To my daughter's side ...
My.
Oh voice! ...
Eu.
Ah spectacle of horror! On the earth
Myrrha lies weltering in her blood! ...
Ce.
My daughter! ...
Cen.
Stop.
Ce.
Murder'd! ... How? By who? ... I will behold her ...
Cin.
Ah stop, ... and hear with terror ... By my dagger
She, with her own hand, has transpierced herself ...
Ce.
And dost thou thus desert thy daughter? ... Ah!
I will myself ...
Cin.
She is no more our daughter.
With an incestuous and horrid love
She burn'd for ... Cinyras ...
Ce.
What do I hear?—
Oh crime! ...
Cin.
Ah come! I pray thee let us go,
To die with agony and shame elsewhere.
Ce.
Impious! ...—Oh daughter!
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Ah come! ...
Ce.
Ah unhappy! ...
Nor ever more embrace her! ...
Myrrha | ||