The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 04 by John Dryden
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By nature and by love, this lonely shade
Was for revenge of suffering lovers made. Silence and shades with love agree; Both shelter you and favour me: You cannot blush, because I cannot see._ IV. _No, let me die, she said, Rather than lose the spotless name of maid!-- Faintly, methought, she spoke; for all the while She bid me not believe her, with a smile. Then die, said I: She still denied; And is it thus, thus, thus, she cried, You use a harmless maid?--and so she died!_ V. _I waked, and straight I knew, I loved so well, it made my dream prove true: Fancy, the kinder mistress of the two, Fancy had done what Phyllis would not do! Ah, cruel nymph, cease your disdain, While, I can dream you scorn in vain,-- Asleep or waking you must ease my pain._ [After the dance, a tumultuous noise of drums and trumpets. _To them_ OZMYN; _his sword drawn._ |
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