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AMYNTAS.
CHORUS.
And did you not look down to see what followed?
And did you not look down to see what followed?
MESSENGER.
Ah! no; with what I had already seen
I was so terrified, I looked no farther:
I could not look upon his mangled corse:
I saw his mangled corse in my mind's eye.
Ah! no; with what I had already seen
I was so terrified, I looked no farther:
I could not look upon his mangled corse:
I saw his mangled corse in my mind's eye.
CHORUS
I never heard a more disastrous tale!
I never heard a more disastrous tale!
SYLVIA.
Sylvia may justly now be said to have
A stony heart, since this news doth not kill me.
And since the tidings of my death yet wanting
Their proof, occasioned his untimely end;
A sacrifice ill-suiting my disdain:
'Tis meet that his too true catastrophe,
Who was my faithful, and too generous lover,
Should by my voluntary death be followed.
For I am overwhelmed with shame, and horrour:
Sylvia may justly now be said to have
A stony heart, since this news doth not kill me.
And since the tidings of my death yet wanting
Their proof, occasioned his untimely end;
A sacrifice ill-suiting my disdain:
'Tis meet that his too true catastrophe,
Who was my faithful, and too generous lover,
Should by my voluntary death be followed.
For I am overwhelmed with shame, and horrour:
Already
