PELEUS AND THETIS.
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PELEUS and THETIS run into each others’ arms.
PEL. Fly, fly to my arms, to my arms,
Goddeſs of immortal charms!
To my arms, to my arms, fly, fly,130
Goddeſs of tranſporting joy!
But to gaze
On thy face,
Thy gentle hand thus preſſing,
Is heav’nly, heav’nly bleſſing!135
O my Soul!
Whither, whither art thou flying?
Loſt in ſweet tumultuous dying,
Whither, whither art thou flying,
O my Soul!140
THET. You tremble, Peleus—So do I—
Ah, ſtay! and we ’ll together die.
Immortal, and of race divine,
My ſoul ſhall take its flight with thine:
Life diſſolving in delight,145
Heaving breaſts and ſwimming ſight,
Falt’ring ſpeech and gaſping breath,
Symptoms of delicious death;
Life diſſolving in delight,
My ſoul is ready for the flight.150
O my Soul!
