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M. HOLMAN as HIPPOLITUS.
Itis arrous scatters, and his bow unstrung:
" Will you not go? then here I'll wait my
doon. “Come, raving Phædra ; bloody Lycon come ! " I offer to your rage this worthless life, “Since 'tis no longer my Ismena’s care."
Ism. Oh! haste away, my lord; I go, I fly, Through all the dangers of the boist'rous deep: When the wind whistles through the crackling mists, When through the yawning ship the foaming sea Rowls bubbling in ; then, then I'll clasp thee fast, And in transporting love forget my fear. Oh! I will wander through the Scythian gloom, O’er ice, and hills of everlasting snow; There, when the horrid darkness shall inclose us, When the bleak wind shall chill my shiv'ring limbs, Thou shalt alone supply the distant sun, And chear my gazing eyes, and warm my heart.
Hip. Come, let's away, and, like another Jason, I'll bear my beauteous conquest through the seas : A greater treasure, and a nobler prize Than he from Colchis bore. Sleep, sleep in peace, Ye monsters of the woods, on Ida's top Securely roam ; no more my early horn Shall wake the lazy day. Transporting love Reigns in my heart, and makes me all its own. So, when bright Venus yielded up her charms, The blest Adonis languish'd in her arms; His idle horn on fragrant myrtles hung, His arrows scatter'd, and his bow unstrung: Obscure in coverts lie his dreaming hounds,
And bay the fancy'd boar with feeble sounds;
fields, And all the hero to the lover yields. [Exeunt.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Lycon and Guards enter,
Lycon. HEAV’n is at last appeas’d: the pitying gods Have heard our wishes, and auspicious Jove Smiles on his native isle ; for Phædra lives, Restor’d to Crete, and to herself, she lives : Joy with fresh strength inspires her drooping limbs, “ Revives her charms,” and o'er her faded cheeks Spreads a fresh” rosy bloom : “ as kindly springs “ With genial heat renew the frozen earth, “ And paint its smiling face with gaudy flow'rs. “ But see she comes, the beauteous Phädra comes,
PHÆDRA, and four Ladies, enter. “ How her eyes sparkle ! how their radiant beams “ Confess their shining ancestor the sun !" Your charms to day will wound despairing crowds, And give the pains you suffer'd : nay, Hippolitus, The fierce, the brave, th' insensible Hippolitus, Shall pay a willing homage to your beauty, And in his turn adore.
Phaed. 'Tis flatt'ry all. Yet when you name the prince, that Alatt’ry's pleasing; You wish it so; poor good old man, you wish it. The fertile province of Cydonia's thine: Is there aught else ? has happy Phædra aught In the wide circle of her far-stretch'd empirę? Ask, take, my friend, secure of no repulse. Let spacious Crete through all her hundred cities Resound her Phædra's joy. " Let altars smoak, “ And richest gums, and spice, and incense roll “ Their fragrant wreaths to Heav'n, to pitying Heav'n, " Which gives Hippolitus to Phædra's arms. “ Set all at large, and bid the loathsome dungeons
meagre slaves that pine in darkness " And waste in grief, as did despairing Phædra : “ Let them be cheer'd, let the stary'd prisoners riot, “ And glow with gen’rous wine.”—Let sorrow cease. Let none be wretched, none, since Phædra's happy. “ But now he comes, and with an equal passion “ Rewards my flame, and springs into my arms !"
6 Give up
A Messenger enters.
Mess. He's no where to be found.
the temples ?
told me once before he did not: [Exit Mess, My heart misgives me.
Lyc. • So indeed doth mine.” Then my fears were
Phaed. Could he deceive me? could that godlikę
A Messenger enters.
Phaed. With fair Isınena!
suff 'rings, “ While her base malice plotted my destruction."
Lyc. A thousand reasons crowd upon my soul, That evidence their love.
“ Phaed. Yes, yes, they love ; " Why else should he refuse my profer'd bed ? " Why should one warın'd with youth, and thirst of
glory, “ Disdain a soul, a form, a crown like mine ?