AMYNTAS.
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Supposing thou couldst quit thy passion for her;
Tell me, that passion wouldst thou quit to please her?
Tell me, that passion wouldst thou quit to please her?
AMYNTAS.
No, though I could, I would not cease to love her;
Love will not let me harbour such an image;
Oh! 'tis a cold, and bleak one! to my mind
It makes the universe a dreary waste.
No, though I could, I would not cease to love her;
Love will not let me harbour such an image;
Oh! 'tis a cold, and bleak one! to my mind
It makes the universe a dreary waste.
THYRSIS.
Then you confess in spight of her you'd love her;
Though in your power it were to cease your passion?
Then you confess in spight of her you'd love her;
Though in your power it were to cease your passion?
AMYNTAS.
No—not in spight of her—yet I would love her—
No—not in spight of her—yet I would love her—
THYRSIS.
But as the case is put, you own you'd love her
Against her will?
But as the case is put, you own you'd love her
Against her will?
AMYN-