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SCENE I.

A Prospect, with Woods at a distance.
Calypso, Proteus.
Cal.
Say didst thou meet his frighted Eyes,
In all thy various Shapes of Terror?
What Savage Form that breeds in Caves,
Or haunts the Hills and sandy Desart
Did Proteus wear? say, how didst thou deceive him?

Prot.
What Form so likely to deceive
As that of soft enchanting Beauty?
I caught him with the seeming Smiles
Of Eucharis—that false, yet charming Fair.

Cal.
Where are they now?
You said they met again.

Prot.
Yet Proteus still was near;
And folded in a Serpent's Train
I lay conceal'd, where weary with the Chase
She led him to a cheering Banquet.
Curse on the Sight!—I saw, I saw
The Nymphs officious wait around,
And fill in flowing Cups ambrosial Juice
To make the flatter'd Boy Immortal.

Cal.
Return, return,
Why did you leave 'em?

Prot.
To tell thee, Goddess,
He's now alone; the treacherous Nymph
To hide her Passion comes t'attend on thee.

Cal.
[Aside.

[Ex. Cal. Prot.