Psy. In my turn, what cruel alarms I feel!
Agl. Our friendship seeks your good only.
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.
Agl. We go to apprise the king of the new glory, the excess of bliss which heaven showers upon you.
Cid. We go to relate to him the surprising and marvellous tale of so pleasing a change.
Psy. Trouble him not, sisters, with your suspicions, and when you describe to him this charming empire….
Agl. We both know what we must conceal and what speak, and need no lessons.
Zephyr carries off Psyche's sisters in a cloud, which descends to the earth, and in which he bears them rapidly away.
SCENE III.——LOVE, PSYCHE.
Love. You are alone at last. I can once more without your importunate sisters as witnesses declare to you what sway eyes so fair have won over me, and how extreme is the delight that a sincere ardour inspires when once it has locked two hearts together. I can unfold to you the loving eagerness of my enraptured soul, and swear that, enslaved to you alone, its rapture has no other aim than to behold this ardour followed by a similar ardour, to conceive no other wish but to bind my vows to your desires, and make all that pleases you my only delight. But wherefore does a cloud of sadness seem to dim the brightness of those beautiful eyes? Is there aught which you can want in these abodes? Scorn you the homage of the vows here paid to you?