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ACT IV.
SCENE I.
DAPHNE, SYLVIA, CHORUS.
DAPHNE.
MY Sylvia, may propitious winds disperse
The false report of thy unhappy fate;
If any ill is now impending o'er thee,
Oh! may they quickly waft it far away,
And from my friend repel each future evil.
I see thee well; thanks to protecting Heaven!
But never did I think to see thee more:
So dreadful was the news Nerina brought us.
Would she had lost her speech, or we our hearing!
MY Sylvia, may propitious winds disperse
The false report of thy unhappy fate;
If any ill is now impending o'er thee,
Oh! may they quickly waft it far away,
And from my friend repel each future evil.
I see thee well; thanks to protecting Heaven!
But never did I think to see thee more:
So dreadful was the news Nerina brought us.
Would she had lost her speech, or we our hearing!
SYLVIA.
My danger certainly was very great;
Strong were the grounds she had to think me dead.
My danger certainly was very great;
Strong were the grounds she had to think me dead.
DAPH-
