SCENE VIII.
Andromache, Cephisa, with Attendants.
Ceph.
That Sound proclaims the Arrival of the Prince:
The Guards conduct him from the Cittadel.
Andr.
With open Arms I'll meet him!—Oh, Cephisa!
A springing Joy, mixt with a soft Concern,
A Pleasure, which no Language can Express,
An Exstasie, that Mothers only feel,
Plays round my Heart, and brightens up my Sorrow,
Like Gleams of Sun-shine in a louring Skie.
Though plunged in Ills, and exercised in Care,
Yet never let the noble Mind despair.
When prest by Dangers, and beset with Foes,
The Gods their timely Succour interpose;
And when our Vertue sinks, o'erwhelm'd with Grief,
By unforeseen Expedients bring Relief.
