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SCENE the SECOND.
TRULY uncompassionate was your Compassion, Daphne, when you held back the Dart; because my Death will be the more bitter, the more it is delay'd. And now, why do you perplex me in vain with such different Designs, and va∣rious Discourses? What are you afraid of? lest I should Kill myself? You are afraid of my Happiness.
Don't despair, A∣minta, for if I know her well, 'twas only Modesty, and not Cruelty, that mov'd Syl∣via to fly from thee.
Alas! that De∣spair should be my only Refuge, since Hope alone has proved my Ruin: and yet, alas! Hope still struggles to revive within my Breast, only to bid me live; and what can be a greater Evil than Life to such a Wretch, as I am?
Live, unhappy Aminta!