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Scene IV

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Cyrene enters the throne room with her new dogs, where the king is in conference with a servant

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CYRENE:

(speaking)

Father, father! I must tell you what has happened!

(singing)

A thing most incredible

It could not be believed,

were not my mother

Kin herself of the gods.

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Hypseus holds a hand up

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HYPSEUS:

(speaking) In a moment, dearest.

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Cyrene stops and takes a knee and bows. Then the servant bows and leaves a parchment in the king's hand. Cyrene jumps up excitedly

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CYRENE:

(speaking) Father, will you believe it? I was -

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HYPSEUS:

(singing) My princess, let the king speak first if you please.

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CYRENE:

(speaking) Forgive me, o king.

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Slow solemn tone and tempo

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HYPSEUS :

(singing)

There are grievous tidings

which may shadow your news, I fear.

To funeral we'll soon be riding

For our neighboring king is no longer here

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Music pauses

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CYRENE:

(speaking)

He is dead?

(singing)

A sorrowful thing indeed

Solemn music resumes

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HYPSEUS:

(singing)

To the keep of Lord Hades

He goes to the gates

Of that shadowy land

Where his forefathers await

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They pause in a moment of silence, music resumes

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HYPSEUS:

(singing)

But what I have missed?

News indeed

New companions you have

What new friends are these?

Tone lightens and tempo gradually increases

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CYRENE:

(singing)

A gift from the goddess herself

Who came to visit me

Way up in the hills

Where I came under the trees

She says I'm to compete

With these hounds by my side

In a contest of sport

To win my kingdom's pride

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HYPSEUS:

(singing)

Serendipitous tidings!

For here in my hands

This letter bids us all come

By custom's command

Then after grave procession

Of king in that land

There will be games in his honor

Of skilled strength of hand

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Music stops

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CYRENE:

(speaking)

Shall I then compete, father? Would the contestants accept a maiden in their ranks?

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HYPSEUS:

(speaking)

They shall, as they must, if they would not bring a curse of ill fortune upon themselves, for so has the goddess decreed. I have no sons besides, and am of no age to compete. A king must do as he is able, and by my Cyrene will this realm compete. Go then! Send the ladies to alert your sisters, and we will prepare ourselves to travel.

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Cyrene exits with her dogs