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SCENE III.

Telemachus still sleeping.
Calypso.
This is the Place—Alas!
What awes me entring here?
Sure something sacred hovers near him.
See!—rosy Bloom, and brighter Youth
Shine in his Face!—Has Eucharis
Improv'd those Charms?—He smiles,
As if he heard that pleasing Name;
And even in Sleep he seems to scorn Calypso.
Fond Love be gone—Revenge, Revenge!
This Spear shall right my injur'd Beauty.
[Snatching his Hunting Spear.
But see—He smiles again!
Perhaps he dreams that Eucharis
Has made him now Immortal.
This to convince thee—No—
[Going to strike, she stops.
E'er yet I strike the fatal Blow,
I'll tell him how he wrongs me.
He wakes—my fainting Anger dies.
[Throws away the Spear.
O Tyrant Love! O weak Calypso!

Tel.
waking.]
Where is my Eucharis, my Fair?
Alas!—Calypso!—

[Starting.
Cal.
What! dost thou start to view me here?
Ungrateful!—does thy Guilt affright thee?
Or dost thou know Calypso comes
To take Revenge for all her slighted Bounty.

Tel.
Revenge!

Cal.
Where is my Eucharis, my Fair?—
Did not that Name recall thy Doom,
Returning Pity wou'd have spar'd thee.

Tel.
My Doom?—what Cause—will great Calypso—

Cal.
I'll hear no more.
Fly from my Isle, Invader, fly!
Yet shall my Rage
Like Lightning blast thee in thy Flight.
Fly to thy Nymph, thy Eucharis,
And see if she can save thee.
[Exit Calypso.