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(following II. i. no)
Lift up thine eyes Panthea— they pierce they burn

Panthea.
Alas! I am consumed—I melt away
The fire is in my heart—

Asia.
Thine eyes burn burn!—
Hide them within thine hair—

Panthea.
O quench thy lips
I sink I perish

Asia.
Shelter me now— they burn
It is his spirit in their orbs . . . my life
Is ebbing fast—I cannot speak—

Panthea.
Rest, rest!
Sleep death annihilation pain! aught else
••••••
(following II. iv. 27)
Or looks which tell that while the lips are calm
And the eyes cold, the spirit weeps within
Tears like the sanguine sweat of agony;
••••••
UNCANCELLED PASSAGE
(following II. v. 71)
Asia.
You said that spirits spoke, but it was thee
Sweet sister, for even now thy curved lips
Tremble as if the sound were dying there
Not dead

Panthea.
Alas it was Prometheus spoke
Within me, and I know it must be so
I mixed my own weak nature with his love
•••••And my thoughts
Are like the many forests of a vale
Through which the might of whirlwind and of rain
Had passed— they rest rest through the evening light
As mine do now in thy beloved smile.

CANCELLED STAGE DIRECTIONS
(following I. 221)

The sound beneath as of earthquake and the driving of whirlwinds—The Ravine is split, and the Phantasm of Jupiter rises, surrounded by heavy clouds which dart forth lightning.