AMYNTAS.
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The gentlest, faithfullest, the best of shepherds, Unworthy of thy scorn, thou cold barbarian! And since his tragedy must now be told, Endure the rack this messenger prepares thee As calmly as thou didst excruciate him. Shepherd, impart thy story; 'tis to me Of more concern than haply thou supposest: I'm ready for the worst; for I deserve The most distracting truth thy tongue can utter: It is my due; and let me have it all.
MESSENGER. I well believe thee; for I heard Amyntas Calling on thee just at the fatal moment; Thou wast the object of his thoughts, while thought Had yet it's mansion in his breast; his tongue Pronounced thy name ere it was mute for ever.
DAPHNE. I dread the news; yet, I intreat thee, tell it.
MESSENGER. Upon the hill, where oft the vacant swain
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