Lyc. (to Psyche). Ah! Madam! Lyc Psyche Psy. What is the matter? Psy Lyc. The king … Lyc Psy. What? Psy Lyc. Requests your presence. Lyc Psy. What am I to augur from your agitation? Psy Lyc. You will know it only too soon. Lyc Psy. Alas! how you excite my fears about the king! Psy Lyc. Fear only for yourself; you are the one to be pitied. Lyc Psy. I can praise heaven, and be no longer anxious, when I know that I am the only one in danger. But tell me, Lycas, what alarms you.
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