AMYNTAS.
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I would not stir my tongue, not stir a finger,
To mitigate thy cruel destiny.
No, could a magick movement of my eye-brow,
Thy nymph propitiate to thy tender suit,
The magick eye-brow should not move to save thee.
To mitigate thy cruel destiny.
No, could a magick movement of my eye-brow,
Thy nymph propitiate to thy tender suit,
The magick eye-brow should not move to save thee.
THYRSIS.
What, Daphne, could you see me then expiring,
And not stretch out a friendly hand to help me?
But since you seem determined I shall love,
Deign you to be the object of my love.
Give me your hand; we from this day will vow
Only to live to make each other happy.
What, Daphne, could you see me then expiring,
And not stretch out a friendly hand to help me?
But since you seem determined I shall love,
Deign you to be the object of my love.
Give me your hand; we from this day will vow
Only to live to make each other happy.
DAPHNE.
I know your proffer is but irony.
Yet much I question whether you deserve
So good a mistress as you'd find in me.
In general men are superficial fools;
I know your proffer is but irony.
Yet much I question whether you deserve
So good a mistress as you'd find in me.
In general men are superficial fools;
Admiring
