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SCENE VII.
Amyntasalone.
Fly! save thyself, Amyntas! on these shores
All, all is death and horror—yet, O Heaven!
Where shall I go, depriv'd of Lycidas?
I who have nurs'd him from his infant years,
Bred him from birth obscure to regal honours,
Shall I forsake him thus, depart without him?
No, to the temple I'll again return;
There meet the fury of the offended king:
Let Lycidas involve me in his fate,
There let me die with grief, but die beside him.
All, all is death and horror—yet, O Heaven!
Where shall I go, depriv'd of Lycidas?
I who have nurs'd him from his infant years,
Bred him from birth obscure to regal honours,
Shall I forsake him thus, depart without him?
No, to the temple I'll again return;
There meet the fury of the offended king:
Let Lycidas involve me in his fate,
There let me die with grief, but die beside him.
Like the poor wretch by tempests thrown
To suffer wreck on seas unknown,
When 'midst the waves he pants for breath,
And struggles with surrounding death:
The wreck that bore him, bears no more,
The stars are lost he view'd before;
Even Hope her seat no longer keeps,
But leaves him helpless to the deeps.
To suffer wreck on seas unknown,
When 'midst the waves he pants for breath,
And struggles with surrounding death:
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The stars are lost he view'd before;
Even Hope her seat no longer keeps,
But leaves him helpless to the deeps.
[Exit.
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