:Alas! My boding heart,–I dread the worst. :Oh, careless nymphs! oh, heedless Proserpine! :And did you leave her wandering by herself? :She is immortal,–yet unusual fear :Runs through my veins. Let all the woods be sought, :Let every dryad, every gamesome faun :Tell where they last beheld her snowy feet :Tread the soft, mossy paths of the wild wood. :But that I see the base of Etna firm :I well might fear that she had fallen a prey :To Earth-born Typheus, who might have arisen :And seized her as the fairest child of heaven, :That in his dreary caverns she lies bound; :It is not so: all is as safe and calm :As when I left my child. Oh, fatal day! :Eunoe does not return: in vain she seeks :Through the black woods and down the darksome glades, :And night is hiding all things from our view. :I will away, and on the highest top :Of snowy Etna, kindle two clear flames. :Night shall not hide her from my anxious search, :No moment will I rest, or sleep, or pause :Till she returns, until I clasp again :My only loved one, my lost Proserpine.

Ceres Monologue from Proserpine

Rehearse Ceres's monologue