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AMYNTAS.
Refuse me, now I'm on the verge of life?Even to life's verge doth fortune persecute me. I to her uniformity resign; Keep it; and Heaven's protection keep you both; I go from whence I never shall return.
DAPHNE. Amyntas, stop, and hear me—no, he's gone; With what a fury hath he flung away!
NERINA. So swift he flies, we cannot overtake him:I'll then persue my way, and to Montanus I'm now resolved not to unfold this tale,Till certainty shall warrant it's recital. For since my blabbing tongue, too late I find, Hath raised a whirlwind in the lover's mind, Which, I'm afraid, death will alone asswage, More tender let me be to hoary age.
CHORUS.
