AMYNTAS.
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NERINA.
Alas! must I then be the croaking raven
Of melancholy news! Ah! poor Montanus!
What will thy feelings be, when thou shalt hear
Thy Sylvia's cruel fate, thy only daughter!
Alas! must I then be the croaking raven
Of melancholy news! Ah! poor Montanus!
What will thy feelings be, when thou shalt hear
Thy Sylvia's cruel fate, thy only daughter!
DAPHNE.
Amyntas, don't you hear the voice of woe?
Amyntas, don't you hear the voice of woe?
AMYNIAS.
Yes; and I likewise hear the name of Sylvia;
It strikes my ear, and sets my heart a-beating.
Say, dost thou know the voice?
Yes; and I likewise hear the name of Sylvia;
It strikes my ear, and sets my heart a-beating.
Say, dost thou know the voice?
DAPHNE.
Yes, 'tis Nerina's;
A favourite of Diana; famous too
For her fine hand, and for her sparkling eye,
Her easy shape, and her engaging manner.
Yes, 'tis Nerina's;
A favourite of Diana; famous too
For her fine hand, and for her sparkling eye,
Her easy shape, and her engaging manner.
NERINA.
Yet he should know the mournful accident;
For he would wish to gather her remains,
If any can be found: Oh! hapless Sylvia!
Yet he should know the mournful accident;
For he would wish to gather her remains,
If any can be found: Oh! hapless Sylvia!
AMYN-
