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Melissa:
Ah forbear
Your sugar'd words, lest like a foolish fly,
You drown in honey.
Narcissus:
'Tis the death I crave,
My honey-bee! These flowers are consecrate
To Artemis, but there are blooms enough
Within the groves of Daphne for us two,
For you to gather honey, for me to sip,
Away to Daphne then.
Melissa:
Away, Away!
(They pass out left.)
Opora.(Looking after them):
Fair fortune 'fal you, happy youth and maid,
Opora ever was a lover of love!
