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SCENE X.
Creusaalone.
What unbless'd region's this! why am I come
To share in others' griefs? How many evils
Has one unhappy day produc'd? Contention
Between a son and father! Human victims,
Polluted temples, and ill-omen'd nuptials!
There wanted but the fear of unknown ills
To make these woes complete. The wrath of Fate
Is sure too mighty to continue long;
It must relent: in such distressful fortune,
Hope oft again revives from mere despair.
Misfortunes cannot long remain,
When once they've reach'd their full increase;
And hope begins to dawn again,
When terror rises to excess.
When once they've reach'd their full increase;
And hope begins to dawn again,
When terror rises to excess.
All things must change beneath the sun;
And since we're thus depress'd by Fate,
We never can be more undone,
But any change must mend our state.
And since we're thus depress'd by Fate,
We never can be more undone,
But any change must mend our state.
[Exit.
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