AMYNTAS.
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The springs of life! I fear he too is dead.
NERINA.
Fear not, he breathes; nature but makes a pause;
His colour is returning; he recovers.
Fear not, he breathes; nature but makes a pause;
His colour is returning; he recovers.
AMYNIAS.
Oh! Grief, thou art a cruel, slow tormentor!
Wilt thou ne'er rid me of a painful life!
For my own hand reservest thou the office?
It willingly acccepts it; by it's blow,
It's speedy, and decisive blow, I'll pass
At once to that desirable quietus
From human misery, which thou, trifling mocker,
Refusest me, or hast not force to give!
And since I, from Nerina's deathful tongue,
Hear that appalling certainty, which makes
Desponding nature sink before it dies;
Since life, which way soe'er I turn myself,
Is waste, and rugged, all; no nook now left
For blooming hope to vegetate upon,
Oh! Grief, thou art a cruel, slow tormentor!
Wilt thou ne'er rid me of a painful life!
For my own hand reservest thou the office?
It willingly acccepts it; by it's blow,
It's speedy, and decisive blow, I'll pass
At once to that desirable quietus
From human misery, which thou, trifling mocker,
Refusest me, or hast not force to give!
And since I, from Nerina's deathful tongue,
Hear that appalling certainty, which makes
Desponding nature sink before it dies;
Since life, which way soe'er I turn myself,
Is waste, and rugged, all; no nook now left
For blooming hope to vegetate upon,
Why
