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AMYNTAS.
MESSNGER. The doleful tidings Of poor Amyntas' death.
SYLVIA. Oh knelling sound!
MESSENGER. Never did shepherd tread the rural plain More graceful, and more polished than Amyntas; Of every nymph a favourite was Amyntas; Amyntas had a rich, poetick soul, And to the Muses was his genius dear. Yet in the prime of life, and bloom of virtue He's dead; and of a death how lamentable!
CHORUS. Shepherd explain thyself; that his misfortune, And our own loss we may with thee deplore.
SYLVIA. Alas! I dare not hear the mournful tale:Oh! my inhuman, oh! my savage heart! Now, tyrant, show thy rough, unfeeling nature. Whilst thy Amyntas lived, thou didst torment
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