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SCENE VIII.
Eurynomealone.
In seeking thus my son, I lose myself;
But what is life without him? Well I know
Learchus guilty, yet I love him still.
His crimes destroy my peace; but in my heart
Affection reigns unquench'd, nay stronger grows
The more I find him hated by the world.
Tell me, Almighty powers! do we derive
A curse or blessing from a mother's name?
But what is life without him? Well I know
Learchus guilty, yet I love him still.
His crimes destroy my peace; but in my heart
Affection reigns unquench'd, nay stronger grows
The more I find him hated by the world.
Tell me, Almighty powers! do we derive
A curse or blessing from a mother's name?
At once despair and grief I find
With sudden frenzy fire my mind,
A rage by parents only known:
A hapless son, by danger prest,
So deep is graven in my breast,
That in his woes I lose my own.
With sudden frenzy fire my mind,
A rage by parents only known:
A hapless son, by danger prest,
So deep is graven in my breast,
That in his woes I lose my own.
[Exit.
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