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My wretched limbs should all be torn and scattered,
As they did tear, alas! that delicate body:
But since they cannot, since the heavens deny
Even this welcome death to my desire,
I must betake me from the world
Another way, which if not what it should be,
Will join my fate to her's, at least more soon.
Sylvia, I follow thee; I come
To bear thee company, if thou wilt not scorn it:
And I should die content,
Could I at heart be certain that my coming
Would trouble thee no longer as 'twas wont,
And that thy scorn was ended with my life.
Sylvia, I follow thee! I come!" So saying,
Down from the height he went
Sheer overhead; and I remained, all ice.
As they did tear, alas! that delicate body:
But since they cannot, since the heavens deny
Even this welcome death to my desire,
I must betake me from the world
Another way, which if not what it should be,
Will join my fate to her's, at least more soon.
Sylvia, I follow thee; I come
To bear thee company, if thou wilt not scorn it:
And I should die content,
Could I at heart be certain that my coming
Would trouble thee no longer as 'twas wont,
And that thy scorn was ended with my life.
Sylvia, I follow thee! I come!" So saying,
Down from the height he went
Sheer overhead; and I remained, all ice.
DAPHNE.
Wretched Amyntas!
Wretched Amyntas!
