THE PROLOGUE.
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Bees! Mark how the damsels delicately place behind their ears the flowers of Sirisha!"
Man. A charming strain! the whole company sparkles, as it were, with admiration; and the musical mode to which the words are adapted, has filled their souls with rapture. By what other performance can we ensure a continuance of their favour?
Actr. Oh! by none better than by the Fatal Ring, which you have just announced.
Man. How could I forget it! In that moment I was lulled to distraction by the melody of thy voice, which allured my heart, as the king Dushmanta is now allured by the swift antelope.
[They both go out.
