Page:The Amyntas of Tasso (1770) - Percival Stockdale.djvu/154

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AMYNTAS.
Refuse me, now I'm on the verge of life?
Even to life's verge doth fortune persecute me.
I to her uniformity resign;
Keep it; and Heaven's protection keep you both;
I go from whence I never shall return.

DAPHNE.
Amyntas, stop, and hear me—no, he's gone;
With what a fury hath he flung away!

NERINA.
So swift he flies, we cannot overtake him:
I'll then persue my way, and to Montanus
I'm now resolved not to unfold this tale,
Till certainty shall warrant it's recital.
For since my blabbing tongue, too late I find,
Hath raised a whirlwind in the lover's mind,
Which, I'm afraid, death will alone asswage,
More tender let me be to hoary age.

CHORUS.