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202 Spreads its benignant shade: too well already I see my fate; more knowledge would but show New horrors; and yet, spite of all my woes, Urged on by fatal curiosity, I thirst for more: I cannot bear to rest In sad suspense: to doubt is to be wretched: I dread the torch that lights me to my ruin: I fear to know myself, yet cannot long Remain unknown.

Ha! Phorbas! come this way.

Surprising! sure the more I look, the more 'Tis he, my lord, it must be he.

Forgive me If still that face unknown

Dost thou remember? On mount Citheron

How!

The child you gave me, The child to death