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Shall find in Daphne, the last sibyl dead
(Theonöe holds out her hand to Flavian.)
And dried the sources of the silenc'd spring
Since all my sorrow is to part with you.
Flavian.(Bends over her):
You are a woman then, I deem'd divine!
Theonöe:
I am a mortal, to mortality
Vowed and devoted.
Flavian:
Nay, you must not die.
The God must save his virgin votaress.
Theonöe:
The God will work no miracle for me.
He knows that flame which on his altar burn'd,
