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Minerva, Telemachus.
Min.
Telemachus! despair no more.

Tel.
O all ye Pow'rs!
What Sound familiar strikes my Ear!
What Glories open to my Sight!
Minerva's Form!—the Voice of Mentor!

Min.
Minerva now behold,
Who long conceal'd in Mentor's Form
Attended thee thro' ev'ry Danger,
To guide thy wandring Youth, and in thy Soul
To raise and finish all the growing Hero.
Fly false Delights!—Ulysses lives.
Calypso wrong'd thy fond belief;
Ulysses lives, and thou again shalt see him.

Tel.
kneeling.]
Daughter of Jove! Celestial Maid!
O let me ever thus adore thee.

Min.

Arise—to Ithaca I'll now convey thee;
There bright Antiope,
That beauteous Daughter of the Cretan King,
Shall Crown thy chaster Love
With ev'ry Charm, and ev'ry Royal Virtue.
Think on the Honours of thy Race, and know,
When hoary Age and ripening Fame
Shall gather to the Gods thy Sire,
Telemachus shall fill his Throne,
And shine in all his propagated Glory.

See those golden Beams, how bright!
Heav'n descends in streaming Rays,
And foreshows thee joyful days.

Pallas guards thee,
Jove Rewards thee;
Happy Years begin their flight.

See those golden Beams, how bright!
Heav'n descends in streaming Rays,
And foreshows thee joyful days.

[Telemachus goes into the Machine with Minerva. As it is ascending, Calypso, Proteus and Eucharis enter.]