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Rh He fled; not hoping to escape, but shun The present; fearing, guilty, what his wrath Might suddenly inflict. That past, returned By night, and, listening where the hapless pair Sat in their sad discourse and various plaint, Thence gathered his own doom, which understood Not instant, but of future time, with joy And tidings fraught, to Hell he now returned; And at the brink of Chaos, near the foot Of this new wondrous pontifice, unhoped Met who to meet him came, his offspring dear. Great joy was at their meeting, and at sight Of that stupendous bridge his joy increased. Long he admiring stood, till Sin, his fair Enchanting daughter, thus the silence broke:
 * "O parent, these are thy magnific deeds,

Thy trophies! which thou viewest as not thine own; Thou art their author and prime architect. For I no sooner in my heart divined, My heart, which by a secret harmony Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet, That thou on Earth hadst prospered, which thy looks Now also evidence, but straight I felt Though distant from thee, worlds between, yet felt That I must after thee with this thy son; Such fatal consequence unites us three!