AMYNTAS.
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DAPHNE.
Sufficient reason hast thou to repent;
For when he heard the tidings of thy death,
Forthwith he fainted; soon as he recovered,
Away he went in desperate, frantic mood;
And surely he hath struck the fatal blow.
Sufficient reason hast thou to repent;
For when he heard the tidings of thy death,
Forthwith he fainted; soon as he recovered,
Away he went in desperate, frantic mood;
And surely he hath struck the fatal blow.
SYLVIA.
What, art thou sure?
What, art thou sure?
DAPHNE.
Alas! I cannot doubt it!
Alas! I cannot doubt it!
SYLVIA.
Good Heavens! how couldst thou be so indolent
As not to follow him, and try to find him,
And by thy diligence prevent the deed.
Quick let us fly—let us seek every where:
We yet may save him from his desperate hand.
If the idea of my death so shocked him,
And o'er his life spread such a horrid gloom,
My safety to his mind will gild the scene.
Good Heavens! how couldst thou be so indolent
As not to follow him, and try to find him,
And by thy diligence prevent the deed.
Quick let us fly—let us seek every where:
We yet may save him from his desperate hand.
If the idea of my death so shocked him,
And o'er his life spread such a horrid gloom,
My safety to his mind will gild the scene.
DAPH-
