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Rh ÆPYTUS.

In word I died, that I in deed might live.

But who are these?

ARCAS.

Messenian maidens, friends.

ÆPYTUS.

And, Arcas!—but I tremble!

ARCAS.

Boldly ask.

ÆPYTUS.

That black-robed, swooning figure?...

ARCAS.

Merope.

ÆPYTUS.

O mother! mother!

MEROPE.

Who upbraids me? Ah!...

ÆPYTUS.

Upbraids thee? no one.

MEROPE.

Thou dost well: but take...

ÆPYTUS.

What wav'st thou off?