Cid Agl. My heart feels something which very much resembles joy. Let us go; Fate has sent us a calamity which we can consider as a blessing. Agl FIRST INTERLUDE. The scenery changes to horrible rocks, and shows a dreadful cavern in the distance. It is in this desert that Psyche, in obedience to the oracle, is to be exposed. A band of afflicted people come to bewail her death. Some give utterance to their pity by touching complaints and mournful lays, while the rest express their grief by a dance full of every mark of the most violent despair. Psyche WAILINGS sung by a woman and two men. Woman. Ah! weep with me, ye forests; Ye mighty rocks of hardest adamant, Ye Springs, ye beasts, Lament the fate of one so fair. Woman 1st Man. Alas! dire grief 1st Man 2nd Man. Without relief! 2nd Man 1st Man. Cruel death! 1st Man 2nd Man. Fell decree 2nd Man All Three (together). Of sternest fate that dooms to die Such beauty rare! Oh! heavens high! And stars! behold! and sigh! All Three
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