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Myrto.(Agläia looks appealingly at her):
The boy is craz'd, I care for none of such,
I like a limber lad who loves the games
And did I dwell in pagan darkness still
'Twere Aphrodite and not Artemis
From whom I'd beg a favourvery well,
I would my sea-captain from Ascalon
No more regarding the Iberian mime
Who danced the Danæ last new year's tide,
Would shower his golden rain once more on me.
Agläia:
Mock not the gentle boy, if he be craz'd
The moon may well his mistress be. Farewell,
Be happy in your dream, fond nympholept.
(They go out left.)
Ion.(Kneels to the Image):
Farewell, and now, O Patroness Divine,
