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SYLVIA.
And why not so believe them?
And why not so believe them?
DAPHNE.
Knowest thou not what Thyrsis went about
Writing, the time he wandered in the forests
Out of his wits, and moved the nymphs and shepherds
To mirth and pity at once? No things wrote he
Worthy of laughter, whatsoe’er his deeds.
He wrote it on a thousand barks, to grow
Verses and barks together; and one I read:
False faithless lights, ye mirrors of her heart,
Well do I recognise the tricks ye play!
But to what profit, seeing I cannot fly?
Knowest thou not what Thyrsis went about
Writing, the time he wandered in the forests
Out of his wits, and moved the nymphs and shepherds
To mirth and pity at once? No things wrote he
Worthy of laughter, whatsoe’er his deeds.
He wrote it on a thousand barks, to grow
Verses and barks together; and one I read:
False faithless lights, ye mirrors of her heart,
Well do I recognise the tricks ye play!
But to what profit, seeing I cannot fly?
SYLVIA.
I waste the time here, talking. I forget,
That I must join the accustomed chase to-day
Among the olive trees. Now pray wait for me,
I waste the time here, talking. I forget,
That I must join the accustomed chase to-day
Among the olive trees. Now pray wait for me,
