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SCENE VI.
Calypso.Then let him fly—
Calypso scorns the Scorner.
Yet fly to whom?—To Eucharis?—
Rise, rise, ye Storms, the Forrest shake!
Fall Lightning on the kindling Groves,
And blast—Ah no!—yet spare Telemachus.
Perhaps belov'd, he loves her not again—
But sure I've seen their guilty Eyes
Meet in secret Looks of Passion.
Shall I then yield him?—No,
I'll yet secure the lovely Prize,
And yet he shall be mine.
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