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SCENE IV.

Enter Clytie in wild disorder, followed by her Slaves.
Clytie.
Oh! are you found, Sir? What is't you have done,
To raise the anger of th'immortal Sun?
Speak quickly; answer me, without delay:
Where is your daughter? where's Leucothöe?

Orchamus.
I prithee ask me not; my heart-veins bleed
Each time I think of it.—Oh! where indeed?
Where but—dread consequence of jealous spleen!
For thy officiousness she ne'er had been.

Clytie.
For my officiousness! What, then you'd make
Me partner of your guilt!—Perdition take
The execrable purpose!—I disclaim
Whatever you have done. Look to't, the blame
On your own head.—But, hark! it comes apace!
The thunder comes!—Fly, instant fly this place!
Would you their safety, or your own, consult?
[Pointing to those about him.
For my part, I shall stay to meet the bolt.

[Orchamus and his people withdraw.