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AMYNTAS.
In life a lover, only loved in death;
Unsatisfactory, capricious fate!
But since thy destiny hath been so barbarous,
That thou couldst only purchase from thy mistress
Her love with the surrender of thy life,
The price enormous thou hast freely payed,
And fallen a martyr to the purest passion,
Quite sublimated from terrestrial matter.
Unsatisfactory, capricious fate!
But since thy destiny hath been so barbarous,
That thou couldst only purchase from thy mistress
Her love with the surrender of thy life,
The price enormous thou hast freely payed,
And fallen a martyr to the purest passion,
Quite sublimated from terrestrial matter.
CHORUS.
Dear was this price for love to him who payed it,
And nought but infamy to the receiver.
Dear was this price for love to him who payed it,
And nought but infamy to the receiver.
SYLVIA.
Oh, that my love could but redeem his life!
Oh that my death could him to life restore,
If he in truth is dead—for still I hope.
Oh, that my love could but redeem his life!
Oh that my death could him to life restore,
If he in truth is dead—for still I hope.
DAPHNE.
Ah Sylvia! thy repentance comes too late,
It's good precluded by the voice of fate;
Ah Sylvia! thy repentance comes too late,
It's good precluded by the voice of fate;
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