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Scena quarta.
CARINO, MONTANO, NICANDRO, MIRTILLO, Chorus of Shepherds.
Car.
DId ever man so many houses view,
And the inhabitants thereof so few?
But see the cause! If I mistake me not,
They're gotten all together here: O what
A troop! how rich! how solemn! It is sure
Some Sacrifice.
Mont.
Give me the golden Ewre
With the red wine, Nicandro.
Nic.
There.
Mont.
So may
Soft pity in thy brest revive to day
By this unguilty blood (Goddesse divine)
As by the sprinkling of these drops of wine
This pale and dying flame revives. Set up
The golden Ewre. Reach mee the silver cup.
So may the burning wrath he quencht, which in
Thy brest was kindled by a false Maid's sinne,
As with this water (powr'd out like our tears)
I quench this flame.
Car.
'T's a Sacrifice: but where's
The offering?
Mont.
Now all's prepar'd, there lacks
Onely the fatall stroak. Lend me the Axe.
Car.
I see a thing (unlesse my eyes mistake)
Like a man kneeling this way with his back.
Is he the offering? 'Tis so: Ah wretch!