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AMYNTAS.
DAPHNE.
But it was foolish, it was cruel in her,
To shock us with her premature account:
But now our spirits are composed; pray tell me
The nature of the danger you were in,
And how, by Providence, 'twas only danger.
But it was foolish, it was cruel in her,
To shock us with her premature account:
But now our spirits are composed; pray tell me
The nature of the danger you were in,
And how, by Providence, 'twas only danger.
SYLVIA.
Into the wood I chased, with warm persuit,
A wolf enormous, wounded by my arrow:
But soon I lost him in it's intricacies.
On my return this wolf again I spied;
I could not be mistaken; for the dart,
With which I pierced his neck, was still lodged there.
With other wolves I saw him o'er a carcase,
I know not of what animal, so much
By their rapacity it's form was mangled.
The savage seemed to know his adversary;
For to me straight he flew with bloody jaw.
I failed not to assume my wonted courage;
A dart I brandished, ready for the charge.
Into the wood I chased, with warm persuit,
A wolf enormous, wounded by my arrow:
But soon I lost him in it's intricacies.
On my return this wolf again I spied;
I could not be mistaken; for the dart,
With which I pierced his neck, was still lodged there.
With other wolves I saw him o'er a carcase,
I know not of what animal, so much
By their rapacity it's form was mangled.
The savage seemed to know his adversary;
For to me straight he flew with bloody jaw.
I failed not to assume my wonted courage;
A dart I brandished, ready for the charge.
Thou
