OEBALUS:
Ah Nate! vera loqueris: at metuo tamen,
Apollo ne fors perdat hoc igne Oebalum.
(Accedit Apollo.)
APOLLO:
Apollo vestras audit, o credite! preces
Suamque pollicetur his terris opem,
Recipere si velitis hunc modo exsulem
Iramque fulminantis exosum Iovis.

OEBALUS:
Quid? Numen hac sub veste pastoris latens
In nostra praesens regna suscipi cupit?
HYACINTHUS:
En Genitor! ut lusisse nos Superi solent!
Iam tibi medelam saeva post vulnera Deus
Adfert, tuamque regiam praesens beat.
MELIA:
O quam beato sidere haec nubila dies
Nos recreat, ipse Apollo dum nostros lares
Optatus hospes visitat! O quantus decor!
Quae forma! quanta dignitas! quanta omnibus
Gloriaque membris atque Majestas sedet!
APOLLO:
Melia! quid in pastore tam dignum vides
Suspensa quod mirere?
MELIA:
Video
APOLLO:
Et quid vides?
Eloquere pulcra!
MELIA:
Video pulcrum Apollinem,
Cui cum Parente corda iamdudum obtuli.
APOLLO:
Quod obtulisti pectus, haud revoca amplius
Hoc inter orbis dona praeprimis placet.
ZEPHYRUS:
(Hyacinthe! quantum timeo praesentem Deum!)
HYACINTHUS:
(Me quoque tremenda dignitas timidum facit.)
APOLLO:
Hyacinthe! amicum semper addictum tibi
Habebis in me, amare si Deum potes.
HYACINTHUS:
O quanta res, diligere si Hyacinthum potes!
ZEPHYRUS:
(Heu! nunc amatum Apollo mihi puerum rapit!)
OEBALUS:
Beata dies! Numen o sanctum! meos,
Manere si dignaris, ingredere Lares,
Diuque me rogante nobiscum mane.
APOLLO:
Habebis in me, crede, tibi facilem Deum.

OEBALUS:
Ah, my son, what you say is true, yet I fear
that Apollo may destroy Oebalus with his fire.
(Apollo appears.)
APOLLO:
Apollo hears your prayers, believe me, and
promises this land his aid, if you are only willing
to receive as an exile one who abhors the wrath
of the lightning-wielding Jupiter.
OEBALUS:
What? A god here disguised as a shepherd
wishes to be welcomed into our kingdom?
HYACINTHUS:
Look, father, how the gods make playthings of us!
No sooner do they injure us than a god brings you
remedy and blesses your court with his presence.
MELIA:
O, with how blessed a star does this gloomy day
restore us, as Apollo himself, for whom we yearned,
visits our home! What great distinction,
what beauty, what dignity, what great
glory and majesty reside in all his features!
APOLLO:
Melia, what is it that you see in a shepherd
which is so worthy of rapt wonder?
MELIA:
I see...
APOLLO:
And what do you see?
Speak, beautiful girl!
MELIA:
I see the beautiful Apollo, to whom, like my father,
I have offered my heart for a long time past.
APOLLO:
Never again take back the heart which you offered
of all the world's gifts, this pleases me the most.
ZEPHYRUS:
(O Hyacinthus, how much I fear the god's presence!)
HYACINTHUS:
(His awesome dignity makes me fearful, too.)
APOLLO:
O Hyacinthus, you will always have in me
a devoted friend, if you are able to love a god!
HYACINTHUS:
How great a thing, that you could care for Hyacinthus!
ZEPHYRUS:
(Alas, now Apollo is snatching my beloved boy from me!)
OEBALUS:
Blessed day! O sacred god,
if you deign to stay here and to enter my home,
I entreat you to remain with us for a long time.
APOLLO:
Believe me, you will find me an easy god to please.