366 THE POEMS OF ANNE �ACT III SCENE I �A Myrtle-Grove with a Fountain belonging to Anaxander's Palace. �Enter Amalintha and Phila. �Amal. Why had not I a barb'rous Spartan Soul, Unapt for Love, and harsh, as our rude Customs! Or why, ye cruel Fates, did you deny My Birth to be among the neighb'ring Swains, Where, on the flow'ry Banks of smooth Panisus I might have sat, and heard the gentle Vows Of some protesting Shepherd, uncontroul'd! �Phila. 'Twas on those fatal Plains, I well remember, That first your Eyes encounter'd with Aristor's. �Amal. Yes, in a Chace we met, when Truce allow'd it, 10 Where the young Prince, whom I too much had mark'd Thro' all the graceful Toils of that blest Day, Redeem'd my Life, with Hazard of his own, From the chas'd Boar, that now had almost seiz'd me. �Phila. When I arriv'd the first of all your Train, I heard you thank him for the gen'rous Rescue. �Amal. I did ; yes Phila, with my Heart I thank'd him, And paid it down a Ransom for my Life: Since when, how often in this Place we've met, And with what Pleasure, thou alone can'st tell, 20 �The only Friend, and witness of our Passion. But, prithee go, and keep off all Intruders, [Exit Phila. �Whilst with my Sorrows now I tread this Grove, Which shou'd not thrive, when all our Hopes are blasted. �[She walks into the Grove. From the other Door, the Fox runs over the Stage, followed soon �after by Aristomenes, his Hands foul with Earth. �Aristom. Farewell my wild Companion, and my Leader! �[Pointing to the Fox. Henceforth thy figure, in my Ensigns borne, ��� �
