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A Dialogue between Daphne and Strephon.

Come, my Daphne, come away
Strephon.

Come, my Daphne, come away, we do waste the cristal day.


Daphne.

'Tis Strephon calls, what would my Love?


Strephon.

Come follow to the Mirtle Grove, where Venus shal prepare new chaplets for thy hair.


Daphne.

Were I shut up within a tree, I'd rend my bark to follow thee.


Strephon.

My Shepherdess make haste, the minutes slide so fast.


Daphne.

In those cooler shades, will I blind as Cupid kisse your Eye.


Strephon.

In thy bosome then I'le stray, in such warm snow, who would not lose his way?


Chorus.

We'l laugh and leave this world behind, and gods themselves that see, shall envy thee and me, but never find such


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joyes when they embrace a Diety.