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SCENE VII.
Enter Eurynome.Rho.
My thoughts are all perplex'd amid this maze
Of dreadful misery.
Eury.
O Rhodope!
Where is my son?
Rho.
Think on thyself, inhuman!
Consult thy safety, if thou prizest life,
And hide thee from the angry victors' sight.
Eury.
I prize not life, unless I find Learchus.
Rho.
Forget a name that's hateful to the world;
At once thy shame and mine.
Eury.
What means this anger?
Didst thou not save him?
Rho.
Yes—with shame I own it.
Eury.
I hope thou dost but feign this indignation;
Since when thy lips once call'd for vengeance on him,
He was thy heart's delight.
Rho.
But now my hatred.
The rural maid, with terror mov'd,
Detests the rose which once she lov'd,
Since late her eyes a snake survey'd,
Conceal'd beneath the fragrant shade.
Detests the rose which once she lov'd,
Since late her eyes a snake survey'd,
Conceal'd beneath the fragrant shade.
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The bird attempts the bough no more,
From which with pain he 'scap'd before;
No more the wary warbler sings,
Where once he snar'd his trembling wings.
From which with pain he 'scap'd before;
No more the wary warbler sings,
Where once he snar'd his trembling wings.
[Exit.
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