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SCENE VI.
Rhodope, Hypsipyle.Rho.
O princess! do not yield to black despair;
Think not that fortune will for ever frown;
Rely on Jason's valour still, and hope.
Hyp.
How can I hope, (since born to woe,
My sorrows never cease)
That this sad mind should ever know
A transient gleam of peace?
My sorrows never cease)
That this sad mind should ever know
A transient gleam of peace?
Each hour, my heart, by fate depress'd,
A double anguish bears;
It sinks, with present grief distress'd,
Nor less the future fears.
A double anguish bears;
It sinks, with present grief distress'd,
Nor less the future fears.
[Exit.
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