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“ Could he so soon grow artful in dissembling?
Perhaps soft pity charm’d his yielding soul,
Lady. Wait the success: it is not yet decided. “ Ism. Not yet decided ! did not Lycon tell us “ How he protested, sigh’d, and look'd, and vow'd ? “ How the soft passion languish'd in his eyes ?” Ay, no, he loves, he doats on Phædra's charms. Now, now he clasps her to his panting breast, « Now he devours her with his eager eyes,” Now grasps her hands, and now he looks, and vows The dear false things that charm’d the poor
Ismena. He comes ; be still, my heart ; the tyrant comes, Charming, though false, and lovely in his guilt.
Ism. My lord, my soul is charm’d with your success.
Hip. Your death! " my love! my marriage ! and
to Phædra !” Hear me, Ismena.
Ism. No, I dare not hear you.
Hip. Die to save me ! could I outlive Ismena?
Ism. Yes, you'd outlive her in your Phædra's arms, And may you
there find ev'ry blooming pleasure ! Oh, may
the gods show'r blessings on thy head! “ May the gods crown thy glorious arms with conquest, " And all thy peaceful days with sure repose !" May'st thou be blest with lovely Phædra's charms, And for thy ease forget the lost Ismena ! “ Firewell, Hippolitus.”
Hip. Isinena, stay, Stay, hear me speak; or by th' infernal powers I'll not survive the minute you depart. Ism. What would you say? ah! don't deceive my
weakness. Hip. Deceive thee! why, Ismena, do you wrong me? Why doubt
ту faith? O lovely, cruel maid ! Why wound
tender soul with harsh suspicion ?
Ism. Speak on, my lord,
And much I fear, and much I hope I've wrong'd thee.
Ism. Art thou then true? thou art. Oh, pardon me?
Speak much, sperk very much, but still speak on.”
Hip. Oh! thy dear love shall ever be my theme;
Expects its freight : an hundred lusty rowers
Hip. But not from my Ismena. “ Why do you forçe me from your heav'nly sight, “ With those dear arms that ought to clasp me to thee?
“ Ism. Oh, I could rave for ever at my fate ! “ And with alternate love and fear possess'd, “ Now force thee from my arms, now snatch thee to
" And tremble till you go, but die till you return. “ Nay, I could go. Ye gods, if I should go, “ What would Fame say? if I should fly alone “ With a young lovely prince that charm'd my soul ?
“ Hip. Say you did well to Ay a certain ruin, “ To fly the fury of a queen incens’d, “ To crown with endless joys the youth that lov'd you. “Oh! by the joys our mutual loves have brought, " By the blest hours I've languish'd at your feet, “ By all the love you ever bore Hippolitus, “ Come fly from hence, and make him ever happy.
“ Ism. Hide me, ye pow'rs! I never shall resist.
“ Hip. Will you refuse me ? can I leave behind me “ All that inspires my soul, and chears iny eyes ?