AGL. If your orders do not extend to us, tell us what great misfortune
is hidden under your sadness.
LYC. Alas! hear for yourselves, princesses, the great misfortune which
is known to the whole court. These are the very words which, through
the oracle, destiny has spoken to the king, and which grief, Madam,
has engraven on my heart:--
"No one must think to lead
Psyche to Hymen's shrine;
But all with earnest speed,
In pompous mournful line,
High to the mountain crest
Must take her; there to await,
Forlorn, in deep unrest,
A monster who envenoms all,
Decreed by fate her husband;
A serpent whose dark poisonous breath
And rage e'er hold the world in thrall,
Shaking the heavens high and realms of death."
After so severe a decree, I leave you to judge for yourselves if the
gods could have manifested their wrath in a more cruel and fearful
manner.