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ENTER CYPRIAN, DRESSED AS A STUDENT; / CLARIN AND MOSCON AS POOR SCHOLARS, WITH BOOKS.
CYPRIAN: / In the sweet solitude of this calm place, / This intricate wild wilderness of trees / And flowers and undergrowth of odorous plants, / Leave me; the books you brought out of the house / To me are ever best society. / And while with glorious festival and song, / Antioch now celebrates the consecration / Of a proud temple to great Jupiter, / And bears his image in loud jubilee / To its new shrine, I would consume what still / Lives of the dying day in studious thought, / Far from the throng and turmoil. You, my friends, / Go, and enjoy the festival; it will / Be worth your pains. You may return for me / When the sun seeks its grave among the billows / Which, among dim gray clouds on the horizon, / Dance like white plumes upon a hearse; - and here / I shall expect you.