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SCENE IV.
Enter Lycidas.LYCIDAS. PARTHENIA.
Lycidas.
When shall my steps have rest? Through all the wood,
And by the winding banks of Ladon's flood
I sought my love. O say, ye skipping fawns,
(Who range entangled shades and daisy'd lawns)
If ye have seen her! say ye warbling race,
(Who measure on swift wing th'aerial space,
And view below hills, dales, and distant shores)
Where shall I find her whom my soul adores!
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