Hypsipyle | ||
SCENE III.
Enter Thoas attended.Tho.
[to Hyp.]
Thou dearest of my cares!
Come to thy father's breast; remote from thee
I heavier felt the weight of lengthen'd years;
But now, my daughter, thou art present with me,
My age seems lost, and youth again revives.
[embraces her.
Hyp.
O my torn heart!
[aside.
Tho.
What mean, Hypsipyle,
Those looks of sadness? Is it coldly thus
A daughter meets her father?
Hyp.
Ah! thou know'st not—
[aside.
My lord!—
Eury.
Take heed, Hypsipyle.
[aside to Hypsipyle.
Hyp.
O torture!
[aside.
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Her weakness will betray me.
[aside.
Tho.
Is my presence
Become so hateful to thee?
Hyp.
Ah! my father!
Thou little know'st my thoughts!
[Eurynome threatens Hypsipyle, to prevent her speaking.
Tho.
Speak.
Hyp.
Heavens! I cannot.
Tho.
Speak, daughter, if thy heart averse disclaim
The destin'd nuptials with Thessalia's prince,
Whom every moment we expect—
Hyp.
O sir!
From the first instant I beheld, I lov'd him.
Tho.
Perchance, accustom'd in my stead to reign,
Thou fear'st that my return must end thy power;
Thou art deceiv'd; I am no longer here
A sovereign or a king. Absolve, condemn;
Rewards and punishments are in thy hand;
I ask no further, dear Hypsipyle,
Than here to live with thee, and die beside thee.
[embraces her.
Hyp.
No more, my father!—
[weeps and kisses his hand.
Tho.
Whence these gushing tears?
Eury.
The soft effusions of too sudden joy.
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Excess of joy, through quick surprise,
Oft bids the tears o'erflow;
But sure some passion fills thine eyes
With drops that spring from woe.
Oft bids the tears o'erflow;
But sure some passion fills thine eyes
With drops that spring from woe.
Few can deceive, with shews of art,
A father's watchful care;
Whose sight explores a daughter's heart,
And reads her sorrows there.
A father's watchful care;
Whose sight explores a daughter's heart,
And reads her sorrows there.
[Exit.
Hypsipyle | ||