PART III
TYPHON. I desire to begin the banquet.
HERMANUBIS. Brother Typhon, I will inquire of the Oracle
Mother of Mystery, I beseech thee to begin the Banquet;
for it is certainly necessary that this should be done.
[SPHINX turns, bows, and stretehes her hands in mute
appeal to om.-r.]
C.I.C.T.
1. Ι heed not the passion, or the reason, or the
soul of man.
Mother of Mystery, declare my will.
[SPHINX þlays the most exalted (passim/ess because öeytma'
fusion) piece that she mrg/.*]
HERMANUBIS. This means nothing to me.
TYPHON. I feel nothing.
C.I.C.T.
1. Mother of Mystery, declare my mind.
[SPHINX flay: a mid, passion/e55, z'nz‘elleez‘aa/fz'eeeJ‘
HERMANUBIS. Ahl Ah! This is music; this is the secret
of Jupiter.
TYPHON. I feel nothing.
C.I.C.‘l‘.
1. Mother of Mystery, declare my heart.
[SPHINXflay: an intensely sensualpassiona/epiece.1
TYFHON. Ahl Ah!
This is music; this is the secret of
Jupiter.
" Samadhilied: Waddell.
T Adagio: Brahms.
: Preislied: Wagner.
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