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SYLVIA.
Oh my heart!

CHORUS.
But why
Did'st thou not stop him? did thy oath restrain thee?

MESSENGER.
Oh no:—as soon as I discerned his mad
And impious project, I disdained all oaths,
Vain at such times as these, and ran to hold him;
When, as his luckless destiny would have it,
I caught by the scarf of silk, which girt him round,
And which, unable to resist the weight
And force of his wild body, snapped in my hand.

CHORUS.
And what became of the unhappy corse?

MESSENGER.
I know not. I was struck so full of horror,