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SCENE VIII.
Ulys.We thank your Highness for this Service done.—
This is my old Friend Pallas; kneel my Son.
[They both kneel.
Min.
Ulysses rise from off your Marrow-bones;
Rise Tel; you'll hurt yourselves against the Stones.
[They rise.
Min.
I ne'er forget you: I've been here this Hour.
Ulys.
We know it Goddess; for we felt your Pow'r.
Min.
To all but you invisible I've been;
Too pure by vulgar Mortals to be seen;
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Like Dogs which howl when Spirits walk the Night.
Ulys.
To you, great Patroness, I owe my Life.
Min.
Well, say no more.—Go in, and kiss your Wife.
Ulys.
But see, she comes, flush'd with immortal Grace,
And like a Goddess blooming is her Face;
[Turning to Minerva.
And like a Goddess blooming is her Face;
She by thy Influence seems new Life to gain,
And I'm inspir'd with a sublimer Strain.
Approach Me Pen, and open all thy Charms,
And I'm inspir'd with a sublimer Strain.
Approach Me Pen, and open all thy Charms,
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