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PELEUS AND THETIS.
Whither, whither art thou flying?
Loſt in ſweet tumultuous dying,
Whither, whither art thou flying,
O my Soul!155
PELEUS and THETIS both together repeat,
O my Soul!
Whither, whither art thou flying?
Loſt in ſweet tumultuous dying,
Whither whither art thou flying,
O my Soul!160
CHORUS of all voices and inſtruments, ſinging and dancing.
When the ſtorm is blown over
How bleſs’d is the ſwain
Who begins to diſcover
An end of his pain!
When the ſtorm, &c.165
The Maſk concludes with variety of dances.
