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The Magnificent Lovers

ACT I
SCENE I.--SOSTRATUS, CLITIDAS.
CLI. (aside). He is buried in thought.
SOS. (believing himself alone). No, Sostratus, I do not see where you can look for help,
and your troubles are of a kind to leave you no hope.
CLI. (aside). He is talking to himself.
SOS. (believing himself alone). Alas!
CLI. These sighs must mean something, and my surmise will prove correct.
SOS. (believing himself alone). Upon what fancies can you build any hope? And what
else can you expect but the protracted length of a miserable existence, and sorrow to end
only with life itself.
CLI. (aside). His head is more perplexed than mine.
SOS. (believing himself alone). My heart! my heart! to what have you brought me?
CLI. Your servant, my Lord Sostratus!
SOS. Where are you going, Clitidas?
CLI. Rather tell me what you are doing here? And what secret melancholy, what gloomy
sorrow, can keep you in these woods when all are gone in crowds to the magnificent
festival which the Prince Iphicrates has just given upon the sea to the princesses. There
they are treated to wonderful music and dancing, and even the rocks and the waves deck
themselves with divinities to do homage to their beauty.
SOS. I can fancy all this magnificence, and as there are generally so many people to
cause confusion at these festivals, I did not care to increase the number of unwelcome
guests.
CLI. You know that your presence never spoils anything, and that you are never in the
way wherever you go. Your face is welcome everywhere, and is not one of those ill-
favoured countenances which are never well received by sovereigns. You are equally in
favour with both princesses, and the mother and the daughter show plainly enough the
regard they have for you; so that you need not fear to be accounted troublesome. In short,
it was not this fear that kept you away.
SOS. I acknowledge that I have no inclination for such things.
 
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