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SCENE VI.
Melampus, Æson, Creusa, and the three Graces, who dance to the harps of the Muses; then Hymen with his torch, accompanied by a band of Cupids with torches likewise. Hymen and one of the Graces dance.MELAMPUS.
If ye be phantoms, with contempt I greet ye.
If ye be real—drive me not to madness.
My children's ghosts already glide before me.
ÆSON.
My son!
CREUSA.
My love! Look on me, wedded lord.
MELAMPUS.
A frozen figure, moulded from the snows,
Which chill. That mountain's summit would attract
Such looks as mine to thee.
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O grief-devoted!
Canst thou refuse dominion, wealth, and beauty?
CREUSA.
Canst thou refuse Creüsa?
MELAMPUS.
Though thy hand,
That hand usurping once Medea's right,
Bore to my lips a taste of Lethe's streams,
Which with oblivion cleanse the troubled mind;
The liquid comfort I would dash aside,
And my own sorrows to thy love prefer:
While them I cherish, virtue may return.
[Æson, Creüsa, &c. all vanish.
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