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Hypsipyle

Hoole, John (1727-1803)
  
HYPSIPYLE.
  
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVII.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE LAST.

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SCENE IX.

An open country covered over with tents, a prospect of the sea: the sun rising.
Jason
alone.
Amidst a thousand doubts opprest,
My heart still flutters in my breast,
But no resolve my thoughts approve.
While beauties in her face I find,
My soul detests her ruthless mind;
I'm torn by hatred and by love.
And can a lovely face so far deceive?
Hypsipyle, more fierce than beasts of prey!
Barbarity like thine exceeds whate'er
Hyrcania's forests yield, within whose shades
No tigress lurks so cruel to destroy
A father's life—and do I then excuse her?
Frame new pretences to prolong my stay?
O no!—my lofty heart disdains to avow
Its weakness past. I once believ'd her worthy
Of Jason's flame, and fain would still defend
The choice of love—Behold the morning rise!
And yet my spirits keep the accustom'd watch,
Though spent with fruitless care—but now, methinks,
I feel the tumult of my breast subside;
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My eyes grow heavy, and my mind suspends
The painful struggle of conflicting passions.

[sleeps.
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