AMYNTAS.
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AMYNTAS.
Give me that veil, Nerina, I intreat thee;
'Twas Sylvia's; therefore it is dear to me.
It's company will give me strength to go
My small remaining part of life's rough way.
A feeling soul, impoverished, and afflicted,
Is wont on trifles to recline itself,
And from them draws a melancholy pleasure.
If 'tis not blasphemy, to call a trifle,
What left behind a mistress, or a friend,
Is hallowed by a warm imagination.
It will encourage me to undertake,
With resolution, the last, painful task;
'Twill be my best viaticum; and cheer
My fluttering soul upon her dreary passage.
Give me that veil, Nerina, I intreat thee;
'Twas Sylvia's; therefore it is dear to me.
It's company will give me strength to go
My small remaining part of life's rough way.
A feeling soul, impoverished, and afflicted,
Is wont on trifles to recline itself,
And from them draws a melancholy pleasure.
If 'tis not blasphemy, to call a trifle,
What left behind a mistress, or a friend,
Is hallowed by a warm imagination.
It will encourage me to undertake,
With resolution, the last, painful task;
'Twill be my best viaticum; and cheer
My fluttering soul upon her dreary passage.
NERINA.
Say, Daphne, must I give it, or refuse it?
The motives that induce him to request it,
Perswade me strongly to withold it from him.
Say, Daphne, must I give it, or refuse it?
The motives that induce him to request it,
Perswade me strongly to withold it from him.
AMYNTAS.
And wilt thou cruelly this little boon
And wilt thou cruelly this little boon
Refuse
