Should this suitor prove fickle—for often change in love is pleasing, and between ourselves, I dare say that, however dazzling the flash of your charms, there are others as fair as you—if, I say, another beauty should bind him under new thralls, if in the state in which you are now, alone and defenceless at his mercy, he should go so far as to offer violence, on whom should the king wreak his vengeance for this change or this insolence?

Agl

Psy. You fill me with dread. Kind heaven! can I be so unfortunate?

Psy

Cid. Who knows but that Hymen's knot….

Cid

Psy. Say no more, I could not bear it.

Psy

Agl. I have but one word more to say. This prince who loves you, sways the winds, gives us Zephyr's wings for a chariot, and every moment lavishes on you new pleasures, when he thus openly breaks the order of nature, may perhaps mingle some little imposture with so much love. Perhaps this palace is nothing more than an enchantment; these gilt ceilings, these mountains of wealth, with which he buys your affection, so soon as he shall be weary of your caresses, will vanish in a moment. You know as well as ourselves what power lies in spells.

Agl

Psy. In my turn, what cruel alarms I feel!

Psy

Agl. Our friendship seeks your good only.

Agl

Psy. Farewell, sisters, we must close our meeting; I love, and fear lest he should grow impatient; go, and to-morrow, if I may, you shall see me, either happier or crushed by the deepest anguish.

Psy

Agl. We go to apprise the king of the new glory, the excess of bliss which heaven showers upon you.

Agl

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